The V-perspective

Review : Steins;gate

2012-02-01T04:00:00.000-08:00

In my years of trudging through the landscapes of fantasy and science fiction, it is only rarely that something enraptures me so completely and entirely.Lets cut to the chase; Steins;gate is the single best anime to be released in quite some time and the best science fiction of any sort released in the past few years.

The main plot revolves around Okabe, a self-proclaimed scientist who accidentally invents a time machine, or rather a machine that enables him to send e-mails back in time.The rest of the series chronicles the hijinks's and consequences of messing with the time stream.Sometimes humorous,sometimes heart-breakingly tragic,the plot is captivating and very well thought out,especially towards the ending where all the loose threads are neatly tied up.

The cast is also charmingly eclectic, with my personal fav character being Mayuri,the adorable mascot of the show who becomes the focus of one of the most touching arcs I've ever seen on TV.For the sci-fi fans out there, rest easy. Terminator this is not. The time travel is relatively logical and adheres to the basic theories suggested by Hawking and the like, so theres not much reason to suspend disbelief.

So all in all, Steins;gate is must watch for everyone.Just make sure to bring along some tissues. You'll need em.

Outing Day!!

2012-01-16T05:44:00.000-08:00

Went out today with 2 of my longest serving bros, Ming and Quek.Went to check out this new comic shop near Justin's place and Kelana mall(if im not mistaken).Loads of awesome singles but not many trade paperbacks(which are the form of comics I collect). Regardless, the dude at the shop was super friendly and we yaked on abit about comics and stuff, so that was fun :)Plus a super secret location is having a comic sale!!! Splurge inhibitors shuttin down....

Osram

2012-01-12T19:24:00.000-08:00

*Please bear in mind that this entire article is just my opinion and no offense is meant to any individual or group

Premise1 .To err is human nature.
Premise2 .Religions err more than a cat purrs
Conclusion: Religions are human and NOT divine in nature

They are all just big lies, made up by people long ago to bring some sense of order to their societies, to uphold the rule of law, etc. Man has a tendency towards the sweeping narrative,it needs a sense of purpose and divine right to nurture its fragile ego.

What do I believe in then?Light bulbs. Each of us is a light bulb, plugged into this network of energy.Just like bulbs, we are differ in some way or the other. Some of us are bigger, some smaller.Some of us shine brighter than most.Some of us burn for a relative infinity, whereas some of us fuse the moment we are plugged in.Then one day, regardless of manufacturer or brand, we burn out and are cast away.But it is only the bulb which is discarded. Another bulb is plugged in, and the cycle continues, for energy is eternal and energy never dies.

                                           Premise 1 : Energy is eternal and omnipresent
                                           Premise 2 : God is eternal and omnipresent
                                           Conclusion:

Energy=God

Review: Spectacular Spider-man

2012-01-12T04:37:00.000-08:00

This is a review of the animated series that was aired during 2008(yes I'm a bit slow) in the states but somehow never made its way to our shores.Let me start off by saying that I'm a huge Spidey fan, having grown up with the 1990's series back when I was a kid, and the pretty awesome live action movies,so my standards were really high for anything Spidey related.

So does "Spectacular Spider-man" live up to its name? You bet your socks it does.The show employs a back to basics/origins kind of concept, choosing to focus on the first days of Peter Parker's crime fighting days(sort of like a Spider-man: Year One).


Cast as they appear in the show

And this setting really works for me.Spider-man lame jokes and puns are all the more understandable and enjoyable coming from a wise-ass teenager than from an annoying adult.All the character and relationships are developed beautifully, making you really involved with the characters and keeping you hooked on what going to happen next, and how this really nice dude you like is gonna become the bad ass villain you love to hate.(*cough cough Eddie Brock)

Of course no Spidey tale is complete without his gallery of rogues. You will be pleased to know that almost all the main villains are present from the Green Goblin to Hammerhead. All the fight scenes are beautifully animated with a real sense of urgency and kinetic frenzy.

The cast is spot on too,delivering their lines to perfection.(Especially the dude who voices spidey)

(refer to the video for a glimpse of what I mean.)

But sadly, the show only ran for 2 seasons due to legal reasons(the Disney buy-over of Marvel) but it has found a spiritual successor in the Ultimate Spider-man animated series due to be released this year. Still, I'll just keep praying that Disney eventually decides to continue this truly spectacular tv show.

Summary

Pros
+ Awesome plot
+Awesome voice acting
+General all-round awesomeness

Cons
-Only 2 seasons

Hello End of the World

2012-01-11T23:58:00.000-08:00

Hello my abandoned and damn near forgotten readership! How's it been? It has been a full 7 months since I've made an update, and yes the horror of STPM is over...for now at least until the results come out in about 2 months.It was horrible, seriously horrible. But lets look at the silver lining here. If my marks are so f-ed that I can't get a good science course, I can finally do my English course with a clear conscience and less obstructions(WHY DON"T YOU BE A DOCTOR, etc).

"what do I do for a living? Oh I just clown around"/scare the shit outta people

Oh at least I'm "supposedly" free now. But no car, no $$$ means that my freedom basically extends to this:


My own rig is infinitely less awesome

So that's all thats up with me for now. Hopefully I'll be able to blog about some awesome crap I've been watching recently.

Vguy out

Woah

2011-05-20T02:44:00.000-07:00

Just checked the amount of posts I've made over the years. Reached 107 posts :) Despite my rather sporadic updating here I am at a hundred plus posts. Well its a rather big mile stone. To a hundred more, eh?
Okay now for this weeks updates : exams sucked like the hell of Satan's sweetest dreams.

It sucked so bad.

Dude...

2011-05-15T05:27:00.000-07:00

Shit....
My apologies for beginning this post with a profanity but I am in for a load of hell over the next 2 weeks.

Midyear is here.
I have been studying like a mad mongoose but unfortunately nothing seemed to have been retained in my leaky sieve of a brain... arghh. Oh well at least its not stpm :)

Things to look forward too
: The awesome comic I have created(with Nik) being drawn(by Nik)
Further slacking off....
Holidays(or what will of it which will not be filled with chem,chem,chem)

Allow to finish this post with a quote from my dear friend Kah Wai :

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Peace and love

Vguy out

The Ultimates

2011-04-18T06:01:00.000-07:00

Well i had to start talking about the ultimates didnt I? well let me give guys a sweet and simple review of this epic book.

As you can probably see from the cover, yes its a book about super heroes. It's about a retelling of the Avengers book which I don't even really like.But then what makes it epic?
Two words my friends:
GRITTY.REBOOT

Starks an alcoholic, Giant man is a wife beater, the hulk a sex crazed monster, nick furys a governmet stooge.
Piquing your interest yet? It has a logical and believable storyline(courtesy of Mark Millar of Civil War fame) plus some of the best drawn artwork ever by Bryan Hitch. GODLIKE art.

so pick it up at a local bookstore.or get it off amazon.Trust me its worth it

Rating : 9/10

Walao

2011-04-18T05:49:00.000-07:00

Yo to the people who read this dead piece of shit :) its been a long time. Hmmm...updates, updates. here's what you need to know : 1.upper six is hell
2.hmm.. can't think of anything.

well that turned out to be a short list...

Mid years in a month....stpm in 6 months.

and I'm non chalant. good eh?

Comics are epic. Check out the ultimates. Pure gold :)

Dead?

2011-01-22T00:56:00.000-08:00

Maybe but not quite just yet. I know many of you have given up hope on this poor unfrequented and all but forgotten blog of mine, but here it is nearly 3 years since I started it, still alive and unabandoned. I guess that counts for something right?...Well I hope it does :). Stats in three years I've posted about 69 times? Pretty low I guess but when you consider the fact that I only blog when depressed/utterly happy/bored out my freaking mind...it becomes a very epic number of posts which also proves that I'm of a reasonable state of mind. It's only received 42 views this year( mostly from me when i come to check my links) but you know what? Don't really care. I'll keep writing when I feel like it, using this blog mainly as a digital back up for my collected works.So what should you expect from the V-guy is 2011? Loads of poems, rants, perhaps even a review or two?

So a Big thank you to those who still read this piece of shit...pls leave a comment in the chatbox so i know who you are :)

Vguy out

Oh for love struck fools

2010-11-22T05:53:00.000-08:00

It's always the way it is isn't it? I spend my whole life searching and you, oh noble latecomer to the race, you manage to find it in record time. But it is foolish of me to aspire to greatness, for all I ever have been and will ever be is a humble knave. In your kindness you call me a friend, but you are royalty and there can never be a true kinship between us, for what does the royal know of servitude, and the servant of leadership? But we have always been friendly you and I, and even I, who know you less than most can see it. Ah, thou are a love stuck fool! I see your eyes light up when you see her, and the fair lady's smile widen in response.As a silent(though innocent) observer, I have witnessed your brief romantic sojourns, those stolen moments which last a lifetime. She is your match, having changed you for the better, and though it may be cliche, she completes you. And yet you do not show it, you hide it with subterfuge, like it is a dread full sin, not a thing of pure beauty.You would deny that which defines you to avoid scorn? My prince, you are far more shallower than I appraised you to be.

Think of the lady. Have you seen the hurt in her eyes that spark with your denial?Women are sweet,delicate beings, more in touch with their emotions than you or I, and you have hurt her, your highness, with your oft callous words. And you hurt the rest of us,all of us who have loved and lost, all of us misshapen outcasts, there is nothing quite as pain full as watching someone who has everything you ever wanted throw it all away for the sake of his worthless but lofty pride. I see the anger in your eyes, my liege and I fear that friend though I may be, I have broken the codes of propriety. But no matter what may befall you my prince, or this fool himself for that matter, I will not lay stricken dumb as the good lady weeps.

-with this,I Vishal the fool take my leave.

The colour song...

2010-11-07T00:20:00.000-07:00

I'm not feeling blue,
Might be feeling yellow,
The bright red of my rage,
Has begun to mellow

I've got loads of issues,
Some you've never seen,
Can't stand to see your f ing face,
On a magazine

I call it envy,
And it eats me from inside,
It's green eyed jealousy,
Attacking from all sides,
And god knows I've tried,
Can't hold it all inside

I'm in the blackest moods,
Throughout the brightest summer
Seeing people happy,
It's really quite a bummer

And the icky pink of love,
Is seeping through the pores,
Of bright blue-eyed virgins,
And old cantankerous whores

I'm back

2010-11-06T01:36:00.000-07:00

Okay so I'm back after a hiatus of a couple of months. It's not like my non-existent readers miss me much anyways. So here the big fat status update you've all been wating for: Vishal is tired and is trying in vain to jump start his former Ferrari of a brain which has been replaced with an f-ing kancil in the past few months or so....and speaking of f-ing kancils, yes I did pass the driving test. But it's not all doom and gloom. I know I've been pretty bummed out these past couple of months, but with the help of RO and lameness, I have found some awesome friends in SAS. And screw studying, the original Vishal, slacker extraordinaire is back, armed with an arsenal of sick jokes and excuses. And I have begun to doubt my ambition,having rediscovered a loathing for numbers in general(maths and physics to be specific).ARGHHH!!!! life ain't simple anymore and I don't feel like I have a soul to talk too...perhaps that's why I like RPGs so much...the camaraderie between the protagonists is infectious.And the band is back, witha new guitarist(my sis of all people) and a bassist(former guitarist dicky) in tow.

Updates

2010-09-06T08:18:00.000-07:00

Its over. And thats all u need to know...it was a mutual sorta thing and we're still friends....kinda akward though. the holidays are boring me....arghhh. Been neglecting my studies...pick the up the book idiot.

Stuff you've missed

2010-08-12T03:59:00.000-07:00

Okay I'm back. Did you miss me?(assuming that anybody still reads this bloody thing). The last two weeks have been a whirlwind up crazy highs and bowel clenching lows. I flunked my driving test and three out my 5 subjects. Shitty right? You betcha it's shitty. It made me feel like hell for a week. 240 bux just to retest driving man...sheesh. Thank god my dad is paying....On the flip side, I bonded with my F6 peeps, and caught with some old friends(wye hong, chee loong) over a weekend of bbq,movies and cultural night:) Best of all? finally got somebody that makes me feel...loved. Yes, I know its a big word to throw around, but yeah :)She's awesome and way too good for a shy,self-centered dope like me,but I'll just cross my fingers and pray she doesn't become privy to that fact.(cue tense finger crossing and mystic chanting).And pn.poh is leaving....shitlah.... She's such an awesome teacher....hope pn umi is okay

Lost

2010-07-21T04:43:00.000-07:00

You were my brother,
But I barely know you now,
We barely talk to each other,
Save in uncomfortable greeting,
When we're face to face,
In unavoidable meetings

Our paths diverged,
Our purpose one became two
I just looked out for me,
You just cared about you

Childhood innocence,
Marred by harsh lessons learnt,
Hearts broken by malice,
and spite we never earned

Who knew you better?
Now I barely recall your name,
A friendship just cast aside,
'cause we couldn't stay the same

Midlife Crisis

2010-07-21T04:12:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't really muse about life because all my musings end up taking a decidedly pessimistic turn. And I think I think I'm in a bit of a rut now,the finality of my decisions coming back to bite me on the but.Back to the midlife crisis. I'm gaining weight, losing hair, and spend most of my time reminiscing about the "good old days" and other associated shit. If I'm being honest with myself, I feel a bit empty. The jokes don't fly as fast, the answers are not as witty and ....I feel a little low on the self esteem. You know after SPM it felt like we were free and we'd be able to hang out more, have more fun. But then I went to NS, and when I came back everything had changed. I can honestly say that I tried my best to keep in touch with you guys. Heck I even texted u fellas from NS to keep in touch.But we still lost touch..... I can't say I blame you fellas. I'm still in the same school, same friends(mostly) so I guess there's always something there to remind me about the good ol' days whereas you guys have been with ur new fellas and you've had a head start in forgetting...Time is passing isn't, faster than it ever has,with the finish line in sight from the start. F6 ends in about a year +,and then a new course, a new beginning a new ending....I've realised that it's been fun.We've been through CN's,IU's,ICC's and major exams together, emerging victorious with lame jokes in tow. But it seems that distance is the one foe we couldn't win...
So I'm still here. Call me if you can be bothered to...perhaps we can share a chuckle or too yet...
P.s sorry for being emo ....boredom triggered this piece.

Vguy out.

Hearts on fire

2010-07-13T04:35:00.000-07:00

Inspired by Hallelujah...It's basically about a dude trying to convince his ex that they were wrong to leave each other. Comments are welcome

You might think that life’s a joke,
Sipping on your diet coke
Repulsing everyone
Who thought they knew ya

I was always there for you
Can’t recognize what you’ve turned into,
So lifeless shackled by
your paranoia

Life a game you have to play
You can’t throw it all away
Suppressing hope
And denying your desire

Hearts on fire
Lumps of lead
Was there something
Or was it all playing out
In my head?

I chose wrong , maybe you did too
Just hate what I’ve turned into
Just wanna be who I was
When I was with ya

Maybe we could run away,
Say everything we want to say,
A brand new day,
Rewriting all the chapters

But I’m a fool,
You love him so,
My hearts on fire,
But how to quench it?
I will never know

Football fever and the agm that wasn't...

2010-07-13T04:21:00.001-07:00

Note to self;no matter how awesome it seems to wake at 2.30am on a school day and watch football,don't. I woke up to watch the finals....wasn't that great. Spain was dominating...but not scoring and the dutch were kicking Spaniards more than the ball. Altogether a pretty lacklustre ending to a very unconventional world cup. And then in school I was like zombie-fied. Had a freaking headache all day long, making me slightly more delirious than usual.And I had to stay in school until 3.50 haha....

And then today it started off with chem...3 f-ing periods of chem...No offense teacher but I don't understand anything thats happening during chem.Really need to get tuition soon. Everything else was pretty fun. Pn Goh wasn't around so we played ping pong in class. And then after school we stayed back for the weirdest agm ever...7 people:6 posts. Was really fun lah.We practically just distributed the posts amongst ourselves . I got ass.treasurer :)

Thats all for now,

Vguy out

Change is coming...

2010-07-11T00:26:00.000-07:00

Lol. so I'm kinda free now so I decided to change the layout of blog. Less emo now isn't it? Trying to put that phase behind me. And just in case you've been wondering what ever happened to my poems and stuff its now at this poetry community called Allpoetry.com. Feel free to check my page out :) here . And I need a little feedback from you guys. Should I just keep writing about my life here or go back to publishing stories/poems here as well? Anyways will try to blog more frequently.

Vguy out.

An update on F6 so far...

2010-07-09T07:51:00.000-07:00

Okay,shit its been almost a month since my last post, so imma going to bring you up to speed. Since I last wrote in, I have become even more lost in chem, lost a good friend to uni(Bye xinyee), became president of the co-op and made tons of new friends(Rubynie,Bhairavi, Jac, yang yi, jun herng, shao yong, etc). Plus one of my all time favourite people, quek is back in samad....so things are definitely looking up:) Other than that...umm its basically been very,very hectic lately. The workload has definitely increased. But I'm still taking it easy...smart huh? But still miss 5a, even more so since I'm in samad. Wye hong, wai chun, Yp, nasi, and all other 5a'ers school aint the same without you guys lah... Now for the stupid things. Why does my muet teacher keep treating me like some english god or something? It's a bit annoying lah....actually its f***ing annoying. And I'm actually doing homework....in school!!! It's even creeping me out a little :P

Back to school...

2010-05-23T01:27:00.000-07:00

Okay my readers.First of all, I think a apology is in order. Yes, I've abandoned this blog for some time now, but I have my reasons. I guess I just grew tired of talking with no one listening.So from now on, instead of promoting my literary works here I'll just talk about life, my stupid random life :)

Okay, so heres me bringing you up to speed. I'm now a form sixer, still in SAS, and still with most of my crazy-ass friends intact. I know most people know think I'm a little crazy for going to form six eventhough I did pretty well for SPM, but I think that so far at least, form six seems to be pretty fun. My class has only 9 people wei...big diff from our crazy 30++ classes before.

And the new form sixers are all pretty great, though most of 'em are trying their best to get out of SAS because of distance problems or "academic performance" issues. I still think Samad is great though, and the F6 teachers are like super-duper experienced.

And OMFG was all I could say when I say what the syllabus was like 4 F6 lah....nutslah. Only half the subjects as compared to F5 but double or triple the amount to study.First week back also loads of home work adi....lets see if I cope up with 5 subs or not.

Right now, class is pretty fun....especially since we found the password for the school wifi....hehehe. Its really stupid 4 sure....damn obvious until no one thought of it.

Dreams of Waking

2010-03-18T23:35:00.000-07:00

Prologue

The kid has tears in his eyes as he stands in the doorway of his parents bedroom. Gently, with the greatest effort to not wake either one of them, he crawls into the covers of their queen sized bed and snuggles in between like he hadn't since he had gotten his big boy room. His mother wakes up, for mothers always know when their young are in distress. She holds him close. He tells her that the monsters are after him. She tells him that its all a dream, and dreams like movies can never really hurt you."But it was so real , he says , I smelled its stinky breath and felt its claws squeeze my neck. She tells him that dreams can seem that way at times, and the power of imagination is a wondrous thing. She sings him to sleep. The next morning, she sees the scratches and bruises on his neck. That afternoon, she takes him to the shrink.

The doctor runs all kind of tests on the kid, and comes up with a diagnosis. Reality displacement syndrome. A defect of the brain where the subconscious overwhelms the senses until reality ceases to exist for the patient,until believing becomes seeing.There is no cure. He will eventually float away to an imaginary land of madness or meet his end at the hands of a figment of imagination.As his mother breaks down and cries, his mind is flying on the wings of the wind and his body stares blindly out the window.

17

2010-03-14T05:52:00.000-07:00

This song helped out a few guys in camp to get their girls...Lol. I know the Vguy playing cupid seems pretty weird huh? But I actually wrote it with a special someone in mind, someone who in a perfect world would be mine. But this world isn't, y'know?So she isn't as well...

Pretty lil' miss at only 17,

Prettiest thing I've ever seen,

Just as perfect as a dream,

That I don't have to wake up from,

When I listen to your voice,

It cancels out all other noise,

Don't you know I hold you dear,

Just can't sleep when you ain't near

When other guys let you down,

You know I'll always be around,

I'll help get your feet bcak on the ground,

Turn that frown upside down,

When you're sad,

I'll do something mad,

To make you glad

The Knife

2010-01-29T00:59:00.000-08:00

I just need perseverance,

To get through the interference,

So I won't need the knife tonight

Oh my hopes,

They are fraying,

My technicolour outlook graying,

But no, I don't need the knife tonight

Hope,

Give me a sign,

That I'm not losing my mind,

I'm just wound so tight,

I might end it all tonight

Dear,

Hand me the key,

So that I may end my misery,

But don't worry,

I won't use the knife tonight

As you get to bed,

I put a bullet through my head,

Like I said,

Didn't need the knife tonight

Funky Flying Suit

2009-12-25T02:35:00.000-08:00

A boy in man’s clothing,

That was all he was,

A little to eager to love,

A little to eager to trust

Not quite one of us,

But there was a look in his eye,

A dream of bigger, better things,

A silent wish to fly

We all laughed and scorned him,

Oh, what a stupid ambition,

It’s just like a child to have a whim,

That will never come to fruition

He said that he would prove us wrong,

Before the year was done,

That though he was young, his will was strong,

And he would show everyone

One day, many moons thereafter,

Amid jeers, cat-calls and laughter,

He stood before us ugly brutes,

In his funky flying suit

He jumped into the ravine,

His wings caught the wind,

And for a moment,

He did fly

Then the draft gave out,

And though he did flap about,

He hit the ground with a splat,

And died

Sleeping

2009-12-22T00:46:00.000-08:00

No matter what they say,

I know you’re just sleeping,

Just a tad caught up,

In the land of dreaming

I know its all okay,

So I won’t be grieving,

Thought it worries me a bit,

That you’re not breathing

When you awake,

We will make,

Our joyful escapades,

Laugh and tumble in the sun,

Bask in moonlit serenades,

Just open up your eyes,

Just smile at me,

Even a smirk,

Would make me happy

Why do they pick you up,

To disturb your slumber?

Why do they lay you out,

In the funeral parlour

No matter what they say,

I know you’re just sleeping,

I’ll save you yet, my love,

Before the worms start eating

The Hero

2009-12-07T02:32:00.000-08:00

What makes a hero? What makes their stories so appealing to masses. I mean, we’ve all had those moments no matter how cynical or jaded we are, you just hear about someone that just makes you stop in your tracks, and perhaps even changes your perception of life just a little bit. For me, it was this guy I saw on CNN Heroes(an award ceremony that honours ordinary people who reach for and achieve the extraordinary), and that dude is now my idol. Sorry Bats.

His name is Horge Munez. They call him the “Superman of Roosevelt Avenue”. He’s just a normal, stereotypical US Latino, big family, low income, working as a bus driver. Then one day he sees these people by the roadside, weary, and dejected. He does something that I think none of us would do, he asks them if they are hungry. They are odd job workers, homeless men and women who on a work to live basis. They hang around the corner hoping for a job to come their way. As he puts it, “ No job, no food,”. So he asks them to be there around 6-7 in the evening, and he tells them that he will bring them something to eat. He goes back home and cooks up something for them to eat. Amazing, no? Then isn’t ever so much more that he continues to do so every single day until today, feeding hundreds of homeless people from that very same corner? He didn’t have to do it. They weren’t his kith or kin, but he cared for them and helped them out the best he could. He works a full day and comes home to cook for 200-300 people with just the help of his family. That’s selfless, people, genuine charity.

When he steps up, he thanks the donors who have enabled him to keep helping the needy. Then he says, “ I would like to thank my sister who stayed at home to make sure that even though I’m here to accept this award, no one will go hungry tonight.”

The Maths Teacher

2009-12-02T04:34:00.000-08:00

This is a really stupid poem I wrote about my form 2 maths teacher. Yes the Vguy was cynical even then.

She walks in carrying a freaking compass,

Gives so much homework, I say F*** us,

Give us sums that are way above us,

She never skips a class,

maths everyday, what a blast.

I'm losing it, and losing it fast,

Where once I got A's

now I barely pass,

My marks plummet and crash

She says 1+1 is two,

But I know that ain't true,

Cause 1+1 is three,

No it's not,

What wrong with me?

She is my maths teacher,

More horrible than any mythical creature,

Shes the maths teacher, the very worse,

I feel I've been cursed

I don't know how but she gets to me,

Answers that are plain I just can't see,

She is old but she thinks she sexy,

Tight blouses and skirts that are mini,

I feel like puking,

you would too believe me,

I laugh so loud it hurts me.

Beauty

2009-11-25T23:19:00.000-08:00

Beauty. A word, a quantity that he knew all to well, for was he not a master of it? It did not take much skill criticise and condemn the state of the world, but it took considerably more to peel back the dull exterior and reveal the beauty that just beneath.

He captured the beauty of the mundane and everyday with the deft strokes of his brush, creating something that was truly magical. He was an eternal optimist, seeing hope and life where others only saw death and dismay. Yes, he was an artist. An artist whose paintings hung in galleries next to those of Da Vinci and Van Gogh. His paintings held the hearts of the world enthralled and sold for millions, and yet he lived a modest life, donating much of what he earned to charity.

It is amazing how one man could understand and interpret beauty with such clarity and honesty, even more so when entire life had been so full of ugliness. He born deformed, with malformed features and stunted legs. His parents abhorred him, viewing his deformity as an affront to their well breeding. He fared no better in school, becoming the brunt of the jokes and malice of his classmates. But he did despair, as many of us would have. Instead of letting it overwhelm him, he took all the pain and frustration he felt and brought them to his canvas, using them to create paintings of heart-wrenching beauty.

He made up for what he lacked in appearance with his kind and gentle character. He made many good friends who valued his sincerity, in a time when it was a scant commodity. He also found love, with someone who knew how to look beyond appearances too.

I asked him once, about the secret to his success. He replied that it was his deformity. Living as he did in a world of spite and discrimination, only made those rare moments of kindness and love seem ever the more beautiful to him. So, he painted not for the money or the fame and acclaim. He painted simply to show the world that there is beauty everywhere, if only we choose to see it.

He passed away a few months ago and the world mourned the passing of a good man. An “ugly” man whose only legacy was one of true beauty.

Gloomy

2009-10-23T04:07:00.000-07:00

The sky is dark and cloudy,

The world's in shades of grey,

It is all set out to be,

A beautiful gloomy day,

The shines not to hot,

The wind blows not too cold,

Just that kind of lazy day

That rejuvenates your soul,

Though clouds may darken sky,

but no worries cloud your head,

As you lay there safe and warm,

In the comfort of your bed,

Though summer days are great and all,

I think it'd be so cool,

If gloomy days were the norm,

Instead of the exception of the rule

You...

2009-10-22T06:32:00.000-07:00

You've
Got me lost in a quagmire,

Of contrasting,

feelings and desires,

You're beautiful,

That alone is true,

Amongst the lies,

You've woven around you,

and against my common sense,

I'm falling,

Slowly but surely

Temptation,

That's just what you are,

I've gotta stop,

Before I go too far,

And embrace the velvet darkness,

Forsaking the light of stars

Just take it in,

Says the voice inside my head,

We're puppets on a string,

We go where we are led,

Perhaps its fated,

When all things are done and said,

Boy,you're scintillated,

Just do the deed that must be done,

You're damned,

But at least you'll have fun,

There are worse ways to hell,

Than loving a fallen angel,

Like you

The Feast

2009-09-25T01:26:00.000-07:00

The sun hits the with the brightest of glares,
And they gather around,
with their bodies bare, and thinning hair,
A population on the brink of starvation,
and to him they turn,
with stomachs that yearn,
Eyes full of fervid desperation,
He moves his old joints,
and casually points,
To the man he likes the least,
Oh! God has spoken!
Oh! What a token,
Tonight my friends, we feast

He moves first,
The man marked for death,
He runs and he runs,
'till he falls out of breath,
and they gather around,
No remorse in the least,
Hideous beasts, prepared for a feast,
They start with his eyes,
Oh, what a treat,
then they move to his hands,
and on to his feet,

And as they continue to gorge,
He continues to scream,
Beautiful music,
For a feast of dreams

Long wait

2009-09-14T04:59:00.001-07:00

Flowers, Chocolate and a Smoking gun

2009-08-22T07:44:00.000-07:00

He was...entrancing, He sat alone at the corner of the bar, downing his drink, seemingly oblivious to all the attention he was getting from the ladies. He was rugged, endearingly so, nearing six feet, with a rounded-yet muscular figure, and a mug that displayed the roughness of a true blue paragon of machismo. If there was anything as love at first sight, she had fallen for him hard. Such shame really, that such a handsome man should die at her hands. Sadder still that he should be her fiance.

He noticed her from across the room and waved at her. She back at him, putting on her mask of ditzyness, concealing the razor-sharp mind within. As she walked across the room every eye was upon her, captivated first by her beautiful face, then by her sensous body, wrapped in a skin-tight dress that concealed less than it revealed. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, taking the seat beside him. "You look gorgeous tonight, even more so than usual," he said, caressing her body with his eyes, as he couldn't with his hands in a decent place. She blushed and averted her eyes, playing the part of a ditzy, naive bombshell to a tee. She always the best they could ever want on the day she killed them. A beautifully romantic dinner, an amzing night in bed, and they would die with stupidly contented smiles as she pulled the trigger to their heads. She was all heart, she was; too compasionate for this line of work, she felt at times.

Her house was majestic, surrounded by greenery and isolated, the nearest house being about a mile away. The perfect love nest, the perfect murder location.

They were upon each other when the limo rolled into the driveway. He was like a dog on heat, and while she moaned and groaned, her mind was cold and calculating, like a door spider luring its prey.

Before they reached the door, he was stark naked, and she was in her neon pink underwear. He was salivating, semblance of intelligence lost. Sometimes, she thought her job was too easy. As she lost her clothes, he lost his wits and became silly putty in her hands. They went into the bedroom, and he tossed her onto the bed. He took out a pair of handcuffs. "Lets do something exotic," he said, with a glint in his eyes. She thought, what the heck, he was a dead man anyways. Plus, his glistening body was turning her on. He slapped her. "Tell you've been a bad girl."
"I've been a bad girl," she moaned. He smacked her even harder."You've been a very bad girl." He fisted her in the face, drawing blood, and an involuntary scream. "Tell me bitch, exactly when were gonna let me in on the fact that you were gonna kill me?

PART 2 ON FRIDAY(Suspense..HAHAHHAHA)

2009-08-18T05:52:00.000-07:00

The paths I used to tread...

2009-07-29T04:39:00.000-07:00

I do not know why my feet led me there, away from my weary and beaten track. At the fork, I took a path that I hadn't in a long,long time. 2 years, to be exact. Time shows you that no matter how much you want a moment to last forever, it lasts as long as it always has and will last a inconsequential moment.

This path is one that reminds me of happiness, of times where life was living, and the truest friends could be made with a single smile. Well, to cut it short it's gone. Tadika Jade Pond. The first school I can remember. It's gone no, soon to be made to some sort of showroom or some other assorted work of needless waste-of-space. I'm growing old aren't I? It's some sort of landmark. The first-destruction-of-a-beloved-childhood location-that-know-exists-only-in-fond-memories. Thats a mouth full.

Both the even more heart-wrenching thing was passing by his house. Or what used to pass for it. We used to be best friends.He was my best bud since I was 4. We grew up together. He was there at every major event at my life. He more than a friend, he was a brother in all but blood.

Now we just smile as we pass in the corrridors, and make akward conversation.

We didn't have a spat or brawl or anything, if thats what you are thinking. We just drifted apart. We orbited in different orbits, had different friends, different interests, we became different people. People who had absolute zilch in common.

So everything dies, even friendships, huh? The world sucks.

Vguy out

Dont trust me

2009-07-17T22:57:00.000-07:00

This is a new cover that me and my guitarist, Jason recorded today. I think its great, but dont trust me, hear it for yourself. ;)

http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/5/29/2459681/Dont%20trust%20me%20-%20Afk.mp3

Euphoria

2009-07-10T04:13:00.000-07:00

All ways lead to happiness, of some sort of the other. But only one leads to euphoria, to that feeling of eternal bliss, of contentment, belonging. No, this is not gonna be a another piece about love,as it is as fleeting as a summers day. It is about something that predates this word, predates emotion itself, so to speak. Some people are helpful and kind, helping and loving but even as they live with smiles on their faces they live with lurking resentment in their hearts. Others are total fiends and crooks, but they're happy, these crooks,murderers and rapists. Why?

In my humble,untrained opinion I think that euphoria comes finding ones purpose in lifw, be it good or bad, and knowing one has made an impact on the be it good or bad, that your life has gone unnoticed, meaningless to the world at large. So, it doesn't matter if your good or bad(what is good and bad anyway except a matter of perspective?) as long as your doing what your meant to do.

So what this is leading up to is, I feel insignificant,unoriginal,inconsequential to the scheme of things at large. I have never made an impact in terms of music, sports, writing or otherwise.

Everything I write has been written before, every song sung better before. I want to find euphoria, I want to know my purpose, my calling. It's a shitty feeling when everything you come up with happens to have been done before.

I'm tired of being that geek. I'm tired of being second rate. I want to be better. Like everyone else. I want to live up to my potential. My biggest fear? In my quest to prove them right, I find out their all spot-on.

Yes this a meaningless post. Yes, the stress is getting to me. But don't complain about emo. Emo is what I do best. And right now? I WANT TO EXCEL

the after effects of open day may wary.

Respect

2009-06-28T03:21:00.000-07:00

They scorn you when you pass. They laugh at your looks. They make fun of your weight. They nitpick at every small thing you do. They shout at you. He comes for you with a belt. He beats you untill you cry,then beats you to shut you up. He hates you. They all do.

You were not meant for this world,for it did not deserve one of your stature,of your temprement. You were an angel in a devils world, and the evil consumed you.

I still remember when you came, late at night to the church to confess your "sins", for surely only a sinner deserved the sorrow that you had begotten, the pain you had endured. I looked at your angelic face, all bruised and battered and felt hatred such as that a man of the cloth should never feel. I wanted to help you, to take you away from that despicable place to somewhere where you would get the treatment you deserve.

You just smiled that gap toothed smile at me, in resignation. Somehow, you knew, even if I did not, that my promises,though heartfelt,were as empty as all the others just the same. You walked out that door, and into the pages of history, resigned to walk forever more in the past.

It was found the next day, your body that is, mutilated and thrown on a rubbish heap. And that day, a spark went out inside of me. I stopped believing. I never stopped blaming myself for not trying harder to make you stay, for letting you walk out that door when I knew just what you were walking into.

They found him in a drunken stupor, lying in a pool of refuse and alcohol, his clothes bloodstained, a bloody knife in his pocket. The drunken fiend had killed you in a raging fit, and with the overwhelming evidence trying him to the murder,he was convicted and sentenced to death by hanging.

But was he trully to blame? We all knew what was going on behind the doors, we all saw the signs, but what did we ever do about it, save gossiping and sighing appolegetically. All it would have taken was one phone call, one proactive action from the community and you would be here today. He he didn't kill you,angel. We all did.

As we lay you to rest, they all turn up in their Sunday best, with pearls of tears adorning their eyes. The very ones who jeered and condemned, now sing your praises, embellish your virtues.

You , they treated like a dog, they now worship like a god. All may fear it, but you can bet, at least with death, you get respect.

The Key

2009-06-16T07:49:00.000-07:00

I held the key in my hand,her delicate hand in the other. A beautiful restored Victorian bungalow stood before us, a beautiful house, soon to be a beautiful home. At that moment, we were so happy that I'm sure we must have been glowing like warm beacons in the gentle fading light of dusk. After so many years as a struggling writer, I had finally made it. A novel on New York Times bestseller list, several more books being snapped up by publishers, life was good. Still smiling,still laughing, I put the key into the lock hole and we stepped in together, into the bright future that awaited us.

Six months later...

The world spun around, the colours fading to film noir-esque shades of grey. I tried to wish myself awake from this nightmare, only to realise that I wasn't asleep. I was wide awake. The corpulent policeman was talking to me, but all I heard was static. He figured I was a lost cause. He turned around and started chomping on his glazed doughnuts. They called me in to identify the body. It was her, and yet not her. It had her delicate hands, this thing and it wore her clothes, but it was marred, torn apart as if by a jealous Hera, out of spite at her beauty. I nodded my head, tears streamming down my face. The corpse was her, and all my beloved would ever be forever more, a corpe. I put my hand into my pocket, desperate to feel something real and concrete, and my hand closed around the key. It was still shiny and untarnished, but where once it held the promises of a bright future, now it only held the whispers of bitter could-have-beens.

It is a widely known statistic or fact that most cases which are not solved in the first 24 hours are never solve at all. Well, since my wife died during the weekend, a holiday for civil servants, the police arrived at my house on Monday afternoon, nearly 60 hours since the death since her death. They spent the whole of five minutes looking at the scene of the crime before making their stupid excuses and drawing away. They didn't care about this case, you could see it in their eyes. To them she was just a statistic. When I pressed for a more thorough report, the leader, a skinny,pale man, stuck out his hand and grinned. He needed money for "coffee" , a local slang for a bribe.

I bit back the bile and venom and gave him a monosyllabilyc answer, "No". He just chuckled and walked away with his posse, the shameless beast. My fist was clenched so hard, that my palm began to bleed. I still held the key, shiny no longer, blood stained as I had been by the cruelty of the world.

As time passed, I became more and more distant from the world around me, which lacked substance and became almost ethereal. She was the key to my life, my existance and now she was gone. What place does a man without a life have in the world in the world of the living?

I put in the key and started the engine. The windows were rolled up, the tube in place. This car reminded me so of her, the smell of her perfume lingered in it's seats. It was fitting that this be the place i joined her. As the the fumes rolled in, I began to feel drowsy, and slowly drifted off to sleep. As my eyes were about to close, I saw her beside me, with love in her eyes, promising the key to paradise, to everlasting peace. I smiled, and died

Tag

2009-06-13T07:40:00.000-07:00

The vguy has been tagged...finally by yen peng.

So here it goes.

Rules & Regulations:

*The tag questions must be 100% the same

*Tag people after doing tag

*No tagging back

List 5 Things You Like

Literature

Spurts of creativity

Good music(mine or others)

My Friends(Cue awwwws)

An immersive fiction experience

List 5 Things You Hate-

Know-it-alls

Self religious pricks

Spm

Being down

Buggy Computer

List 5 Weird Facts Bout Yourself-

Has wicked stage fright.... but loves performing

can touch nose with tongue

Burping champ

Never backed down from an eating challenge(eatable stuff of course)

Sometimes has feeling that all of this has happened before

List 5 People To Tag

Ryan,Yu hong,Sean,Jason,Karis

The Wrong Side

2009-06-12T02:14:00.000-07:00

He lived away about a bus ride,
On the wrong side of town,
Where most slept not in beds,
But six-feet underground

She was a modern day princess,
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth,
All the items of your wildest wishes,
A limo in which to be chauffered about,

Perhaps you can see where this is going,
Without trying without knowing they both fell in love,
But it was not meant to be,
So it was written in the stars above,

He did not have money,
To be her daughters honey,
So said her mum,
No way was her beloved baby,
Marrying a useless bum from the slum\

His mum and dad said all of that,
Laced with curses,expletives, and then some

He said "If you love me as deeply as I do you,
Let's run away together,
Away from the gaze of our hateful parents,
We'll be together forever

She packed all she needed money and belongings,
But packed light,
And set off to meet him at the subway,
In the dead of the night

She was found dead at daylight.

For he loved her money not her,
And once he'd got it
Murder did he,
She who loved him tenderly

He took her for a ride,
His intentions did he hide,
He who came from the wrong side

A thousand apologies

2009-06-11T08:41:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the long break in between posts. Been busy being lazy. But I'm working on something,good I hope. In the meantime check out my bandmate Jasons blog. He Is a gifted musician who has written some really nice songs.

You can find him at http://shards-of-broken-glass.blogspot.com.

Untill we meet again.

Vguy out

The Heir to The Frozen Throne...In verse

2009-06-04T05:35:00.000-07:00

Arthas was a knight of the holy light,
Who used his might for what was right,
Until when he needed them direly,
His friends deserted him entirely,

To save his kingdom,
He slaughtered his people,
While they lay in bed,
He saved his kingdom,
But lost his sanity,
Knee deep in the dead,

They shriek in fear,
As he draws near,
And mutter's as he pass,
It seems that the dreaded throne,
Has found its heir at last

Carved from ice,
Melded with with bone,
The Frozen throne,
Awaits,
For no matter how you try,
Never can you escape fate,

He chased his foe,
Cause of his woe,
To the lands across the sea,
He surrendered his being to the accursed blade,
To slay that monstrosity,

Driven insane,
His father slain,
The kingdom rightly his,
As he placed the crown on his head,
A voice from the abyss,
Said this

Hail to the heir of the frozen throne,
carved of ice,
melded with bone,
Demon lord's own,
master of death itself,
"where will the killing begin?"
"I believe we'll start with the elf"

The Heir to The Frozen Throne...

2009-05-23T08:23:00.000-07:00

His tattered cloak fluttered in the wind, the weight of his burdens giving solidity to his otherwise ethereal form. He had tried to warn them, the kings of this land,but they had not listened, and so what he feared would most surely come to pass. His sole hope was Arthas,Paladin of the Light and prince of Lordaeron. He was handsome,strong in arms as well as faith, loving and sincere, a source of inspiration to his comrades and the pride and joy of his father, King Terenas, and his mentor, Uther Lightbringer. The prophet could only hope that Arthas was reasonable.
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He was victorious and Arthas's heart felt the thrill of victory. He had defeated the rebel orc clan WITHOUT Uther's guidance, with his entire squadron intact. He offered silent thanks to whichever god of light that had answered his prayers. He would show his father that he was fit to rule, And at the rate things were going, perhaps his rule would be one of peace.He turned around to look at the love of his life,the beautiful Jaina Proudmoore. She saw him looking, and gave him an impish wink. The next instant, Jaina and her rather startled mare poofed into existance right beside him, nearly causing him to fall of his steed. "You could have just ridden up to me, you know," said Arthas with an exagerated scowl. "But this is much more fun!Whats the use of magic if you can't make a flashy entrance?" They both burst laughing, causing the nearby knights to smile. Their innocent and pure love was a reminder of better times past and better times to come. The orc's had been routed, and peace had almost returned to the land.With Arthas at the throne, perhaps the never ending war would finally be brought to its closure,perhaps they would finally have peace.
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Arthas and Jaina lay in the woods, enjoying the cool evening breeze, the beautiful greenery and most of all, each others company. Hand in hand, they lay on the sweet smelling grass, for a time lost in each others eyes, and in the whispered sweet nothings of lovers.They talked about life after the war, about their futures with each other,and perhaps...marriage?As they lay there content and satisfied, a raven, jet-black and huge, dropped from the skies into the clearing. It then begin to grow out of proportion, and molt, until finally a cloaked, wizened man stood before them.
Arthas reached for his sword, but the man said " Stay your blade, prince for I mean neither you or the lady any harm. Instead, I come with tidings of grave danger and counsel, if you would choose to accept it," Arthas was restless, but Jaina stayed his hand. Behind his frail facade, this cloaked man contained a power greater than she had ever seen.

" The orcs have fled Prince, and you rejoice at your long-awaited victory. But they were just the beginning. For greater evils and demons with strength have let this planet remain untouched since time unmemorable. But the chain of recent events has drawn them hither and they will not rest untill it is under their dominion or it is razed to the ground. To ensure the continuity of your race, Prince Arthas, you must lead your people to the lands beyond the sea, where there will be safety from the cataclysm soon to vefall this land."

Arthas could not hold his peace for any longer " My people have fought for this land with tooth and nail for years unumbered. This is our home, our heritage, and as men we will stand to defend it, come what may. We will not forsake our fatherland for fabled lands across the sea.

Then you will fight in vain, and more blood will be spilled. Your hubris will only lead down a path of pain and suffering." said the prophet, his face lined with sorrow. Arthas mounted his steed and smiled reasuringly, and somewhat apolegetically at the prophet." We are not as weak as you think, Old one. We will fight until the bitter end, for we are a hardy race. Heck, we may even win this. The future isn't set in stone, and a man may yet make his own destiny.He turned to leave, and as Jaina turned to follow, the Prophet gently held her hand."child, you are the only hope for us now. Heed my warnings, keep it in mind, and perhaps there will be hope yet.Convince Arthas to leave this course of madness."

Then Jaina too left, and the old man was left alone in the clearing. " No Arthas, the future is not set in stone. It is set in matter much more lasting.

And just as he had appeared, he vanished into the night air.

2009-05-23T08:01:00.000-07:00

Reality Immersion

2009-05-23T07:57:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna try something new. It's call reality immersion. It's a kind of story where its fiction but we all pretend its real,with a blog format which will be more like a diary entry . Hope it works out...Btw sorry for the long,long delay . Exams lah!!!

Vguy out

The Key

2009-04-25T06:32:00.000-07:00

I held the key in my hand,her delicate hand in the other. A beautiful restored Victorian stood before us, a beautiful house, soon to be a beautiful home. At that moment, we were so happy that I'm sure we must have been glowing like warm beacons in the gentle fading light of dusk. After so many years as a struggling writer, I had finally made it. A novel on New York Times bestseller list, several more books being snapped up by publishers, life was good. Still smiling,still laughing, I put the key into the lock hole and we stepped in together, into the bright future that awaited us.

Six months later...

The world spun around, the colours fading to film noir-esque shades of grey. I tried to wish myself awake from this nightmare, only to realise that I wasn't asleep. I was wide awake. The corpulent policeman was talking to me, but all I heard was static. He figured I was a lost cause. He turned around and started chomping on his glazed doughnuts. They called me in to identify the body. It was her, and yet not her. It had her delicate hands, this thing and it wore her clothes, but it was marred, torn apart as if by a jealous Hera, out of spite at her beauty. I nodded my head, tears streamming down my face. The corpse was her, and all my beloved would ever be forever more, a corpe. I put my hand into my pocket, desperater to feel something real and concrete, and my hand closed around the key. It was still shiny and untarnished, but where once it held the promises of a bright future, now it only held the whispers of bitter could-have-beens.

It is a widely known statistic or fact that most cases which are not solved in the first 24 hours are never solve at all. Well, since my wife died during the weekend, a holiday for civil servants, the police arrived at my house on Monday afternoon, nearly 60 hours since the death since her death. They spent the whole of five minutes looking at the scene of the crime before making their stupid excuses and drawing away. they didn't care about this case, you could see it in their eyes. To them she was just a statistic. When I pressed for a more thorough report, the leader, a skinny,pale man, stuck out his hand and grinned. He needed money for "coffee" , a local slang for a bribe.

I bit back the bile and venom and gave him a monosyllabilyc answer, "No". he just chuckled and walked away with his posse, the shameless beast. My fist was clenched so hard, that my palm began to bleed. I still held the key, shiny no longer, blood stained as I had been by the cruelty of the world.

As time passed, I became more and more distant from the world around me, which lacked substance and became almosy ethereal. She ws the key to my life, my existance and now she was gone. What place does a man without a life have in the world in the world of the living?

I put in the key and started the engine. The windows were rolled up, the tube in place. This car reminded me so of her, the smell of her perfume lingered in it's seats. It was fitting that this be the place i joined her. As the the fumes rolled in, I began to feel drowsy, and slowly dirfted off to sleep. As my eyes were about to close, I saw her beside me, with love in her eyes, promising the key to paradise, to everlasting peace. I smiled, and died

The SPM theme song

2009-04-25T05:46:00.000-07:00

Just for laughs. If your parents are anywhere near you've probably heard these lines before. Imagine the words going to the music of Tina Turner's "Whats Love Got To Do With It"

You always wake up too late,
You're results ain't that great,
Why you playin' the fool?

If you keep things this way,
You'll fail all your papers,
And that isn't "cool",

No time for a piss,
Do a hundred more of this,

(chorus)
Whaoh,
What's life got to do with this?
Whats life but a stupid,
Childish notion,
What's life got to do with this?
Who need a life,
When there's exams to be taken,

No staying back after school,
Just wipe off that drool,
And get back to work,

No more excuses,
You're just plain useless,
Get back to the books,
If you don't do as told,
You'll be shovelling shit 'till you're old,

(repeat chorus)

Who needs a life,
When there's exams to betaken,
Hopes to be crushed,
and dreams to be broken?

My funny Friend

2009-04-24T07:06:00.000-07:00

Okay, My Friend, Fareen would like me to write something for her,so here it is.

A year ago,
I met you.
At The catholic IU,

You were funny,
sweet as honey,
ps. ur iu was worth the money,

you were pretty,
Oh so witty,
The friendliest person in the place,

never knew both inner and outer beauty,
Could coexist in a single place

Its been a year since since then,
And we've all gotten a little old,
Meeting you was priceless,
your friendship worth its weight in gold,

I hope we'll be best friends forever,
'till we grow cranky and old.

Lols. Hope you enjoy it ;)

Vguy out.

Love Song

2009-04-09T07:11:00.000-07:00

It seem almost ironic,
My penchant for tragedy chronic,
Perhaps that why I never left,
There’s no reason to stay,
Save the reason of theft

You took my heart, wits, and sensibility,
And left me bereft,
But I don’t care ,
I carry a spare,

In the case of such stupidity,
When one falls prey to the game,
Of love, lust and cupidity,
I’ll love you as long as you live,
So I guess I’ll shoot you dead

‘Cause the mediocre pleasure’s you give me,
Is not worth the throbbing pain in my head

I gave until I could give no more,
So now I’ll take till there’s nothing left,

The more I see your seductress face,
The more I wish to pump it with lead,
It would be better for all concerned,
If you just left instead

Chun songs

2009-03-17T06:30:00.001-07:00

I have been surfing the web recently and found some really beautiful songs by AR Rahman(The Slumdog millionare -double oscar winner-music maestro. These songs are pure emotion ,they make you cry. Its about love, unrequited. Well, you know me rite peeps , sucker for all things supremely emo.

I don't really understand either tamil or hindi , but sometimes you don't have too. the emotions and music transcends boundaries. So enjoy. Lols.

Vguy out

Icc (the Performance of my life)

2009-03-16T00:03:00.000-07:00

ICC was wicked awesome!!! I mean the guest performers rocked,(especially OBS) the performances rocked And best of all ,I got to perform. It was the best experience of My life...period.

It goes like this, during the rehearsals, my friends Satyan and Quek told me that I was too stiff. So when I asked them,what should I do, Satyan said I should go emo rockstar.So, I went up, and just milked the cow man, nothing prerehearsed. All that crap was just me, feeling the song. My bandmates dicky and Jason were simply awesome too. We didn't win, but I feel liike we were the best(or at least we had the most fun) LOL. Anyways congrats to All the singers who kicked our buts and the awesome dancers. If any of you have pics of Icc with my band,(debtors) in it please send 'em to me. Thanks . Vguy out.

Do you still believe?

2009-03-06T04:01:00.000-08:00

In this place of despair,
Sadness and misery,
How do you still find your way?

Out of the grasps of depravity,
Retain your humanity,
Be as lovely as a summer's day,

After you've seen,
After all the hell life's been,
Do you still have that smile,
That spring in you step for miles and miles,
Because you still believe?

Do you still believe,
That love will light the way,
Do you still believe,
It'll stop raining someday.
Do you still believe in the kindness of every creature,
In the symmetry of nature,
Do you still believe,
In living for today?

Your faith in this,
flawed individual,
Keeps me standing strong,
I hope that that you'll be mine,
This whole life long

As as long as this exists,
this emotion so pure,
I believe that the human condition,
May finally have cure...

I believe in our love

Long Delay

2009-02-28T20:54:00.000-08:00

Hey to all my readers(if any exist), sorry 4 the long,long delay. Been really busy with school and stuff. So I am writing stuff, and it will be here soon, so have patience and bear with me. Lolz.

This song...

2009-01-23T18:56:00.000-08:00

This song I hear,
Its kills all my fears,
It keeps me standing strong,
It always gives me hope,
Gives me love and strength,
Tells me that I belong

It tells me that being me,
Is a'okay,
That in love I do no wrong,

Its the song that lives inside,
By which I will abide,
The songs that's in your heart,
The tender melody,
Entrancing fragility,
Made me yours from the start,

But sadly I can see,
This ethereal melody,
Sings not for me,
It sings for another,
Closer than a brother,

All ways for someone else,
But not for me,

This endless melody,
My endless malady,
All stem from the heart,

When the only poison,
becomes the only cure,
You start to wonder what its for,

This song that only aches,
This song that ever breaks,
The song of my heart.

Freedom

2009-01-15T04:19:00.000-08:00

" Some say that we were free once,that we ran through the green grass, smelled the fresh air, and lived as a free people. Or so some say. To my people, who have known nothing but servitude their whole lives, they are but wistful stories,of meaningless and far-fetched fantasies. But to some,it gives purpose and hope, a commodity we will need if we are to make it true, if we are to seize destiny and take back what was ours, if we are to defeat the" leechers.

The leechers. Our "masters",our subjugators, our conquerors. We didn't have a chance. They came from out of the blue with numbers and weapons beyond our comprehension. Our strongest and bravest stood against them, and broke against them,like glass. In a number of decades, we were made into a broken people, a commodity,their slaves,their pets. They keep us in concentration camps,feeding us only the barest minimum, and slaughtering us for their sustenance,draining our body fluids,and wearing our skins as signs of their powress. The rest, they keep in open prison galleries, beyond unbreakable force fields, laughing at oogling at us, like we are some sort of curiosity.

They ravage our planet,turning fertile into solid grey plains,unfit for habitation
,raising mountains and leveling them,draining and filling lakes,at godlike speed. Some of my people believe them to be so, bowing and postulating like vermin before them, kissing the very ground they walk on for a few scraps off the table. Death is all they deserve,the betrayers,the Canidae and Felinus. But some of us still know the meaning of pride, some of us still have hope, have fire. So the only question is, will you stand in shame or fall in glory?"They began to cheer, the embers of their spirit en flamed by purpose." There is no pride in dieing stupid." says the old one as he moves forth. Everyone stared at him with shock and awe. To hear it from anyone now would have been shocking, but to hear it from him,the one that we had grown up respecting,veteran of a hundred battles was like a blow to the gut. "This not a case of us against them,about oppressor against oppressed, evil against good, it goes much deeper than that. At its core it is us against fate, the result a foregone conclusion. Some of us call them gods,and to beings like us , they might as well be. Gods chosen is what they are,his "perfect sons,the "keepers" of this land, and our masters, our in every sense that matters to the world.

"What kind of god would create us to live like this,consign us to this fate?!!"

"What god indeed,my son, what god indeed...."
So this was our fate, to be subjects of the tyranny of the leechers,to our young snatched, our strong enslaved,our old slaughtered. This was an existence I would not endure,not any longer. I jumped into the force field that surrounded,and began to fry to cinders. This pain that held me in rapture,would release me, release for good,for good....
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"Hey Earl,whats that blamin' noise? Can't a guy friggin get some sleep here ?"

"Jesus, one of the creatures has gone got itself fried on the electric fence."

"Ah...jeez screw it. The carcass will still be there in the goddamn morning. Now turn the bloody thing off and let me get some sleep." Earl turned it on, and the pinnacles of evolution closed his eyes and continued dreaming his dirty dreams.

And far in the distance...a cacophony of mournful howls pierced the night, crying in sorrow, crying for salvation.
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We called those monstrosities leechers, but they had another name for themselves, man.

The geek

2008-12-29T22:15:00.000-08:00

My heart is broken, yet again. This heaviness, this feeling of utter despair inside of me is pushing down, a burden which is too heavy to bear.

There is truly no one that understands me , nor do I expect such a person to exist, for to be a geek is to be unique, a freak some would call me. But by today's standards, where everyone is hypocritical and shallow, perhaps being called a freak and misfit is the highest praise that society can give me, so thank you very much.

I am called a geek because I'd rather spend my time reading or playing board games than chit-cat about moronic stupidities. I am childish because I'd rather believe in a world where black and white is clearly defined rather than one where everything is a murky grey. I am socially inept because I wear my heart on my sleeve,because I don't have a poker face, and usually mean what I say. I'm uncool because I'd rather wait for that someone than chase after every chick like a dog on heat.

I am cynical because I don't see the world through rose-tinted glasses, wistful for dreaming of greatness,human because I bleed, soft because I care too much.

I am also sick and tired of trying to please people. I have my ideals and beliefs and I'll stick by them.

Ignorance is bliss, for thinking about your life only leads to depression.

So yes I'm geeky, and immensely proud of it.

Love...

2008-12-23T19:42:00.001-08:00

This is really stupid ... enjoy !!!!

1. Skippy heartbeat when you think of him/her.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: Tachycardia which may lead to ventricular fibrillation and myocardial infarction (heart attack)

2. Restless trembling of hands, feet and other body parts.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: Parkinson's Disease

3. Constant smiling.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: Bell's Palsy

4. Absent mindedness, forgetfulness, inability to focus on tasks at work or home.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: early onset Alzheimer's Disease

5. Frequent or constant sexual arousal.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: nymphomania

6. Weakening of knees and bursts of energy when he/she calls or comes over.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: multiple sclerosis

7. Inability to stop thinking about him/her.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: OCD

8. Bruising on neck, breasts and other tender areas.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: leukemia

9. Insomnia.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: benign prostatic hyperplasia

10. Feeling that you can smell/hear/feel him or her when not in his/her presence.

You think it's: Love
Medical possibility: schizophrenia

The Save

2008-12-23T19:03:00.000-08:00

Giving credit where its due, this story isn't written by me, its written by another V, my sis. She's only 11 and I think she's written a really good story. So here it is :

The Save

The sky was dark and cloudy. Judging by the weather, it was most probably going to rain. A small boy no older than 5 was sitting on a swing in a deserted playground. The small boy was in tears and his face was facing the ground. His clothes were extremely dirty and torn. A passerby walked right past him but suddenly doubled back. He had noticed the small boy. The passerby was a teenager, about 19 years old with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes which shone in the darkness. The teen eyed the small boy suspiciously and moved closer to him. The teen knelt beside the boy and slowly tapped the boy on the back. The boy looked up enough to see the teen’s face clearly. The teen spoke to the boy in a soft but clear voice saying “Hi, my name is Adrian Ramey. Why are you sitting here all alone? Where are your mum and dad?” The boy looked up surprised to find someone so kind and caring. He spoke in a whisper, saying “I…I’m Ryan Taylor. My mum and dad got shot by a man. He was asking for daddy’s money but daddy didn’t give it. So the man took out a gun and shot him. My mum asked me to run and I did, but when I looked back mummy and daddy weren’t following me. I kept on walking but I got tired so I took a seat on this swing.” Adrian was flabbergasted and couldn’t help feeling sorry for the boy which lost his parents. In the end, Adrian spoke to Ryan. He said “Look Ryan, I’m very sorry about what happened to your parents. But out of curiosity, how long have you been sitting here?” Ryan answered “I think since 6’o clock in the morning”. “Oh my god! You are definitely coming with me Ryan. Come on, get off that swing” said Adrian. He held Ryan’s hand and walked with him for about two miles where finally Adrian stopped outside a fairly big house.

Ryan and Adrian entered the house. There was only a very plump and happy lady inside, cooking what smelt like roasted duck, pork chops and salad cream ribs. Ryan’s mouth actually started to water. Adrian went over to the plump lady and said “Mum, I came across this orphan. He told me his parents died yesterday because a man shot them. Can he please stay with us?” His mum took the news quite badly. She felt so sorry for Ryan that Ryan could barely hear what she was saying to him because she was crying at the same time. The lady told him “Oh, my dear boy you can stay with for as long as you like, even if it was a century.” Ryan felt so grateful and couldn’t stop thanking the lady which asked him to call her Mrs. Fiona. When Ryan was getting ready for bed after a splendid dinner, he asked Adrian where his father was. Adrian replied calmly “He’s in heaven I guess. He passed away when I was 16 years old. His military camp got bombed by terrorists.” It was Ryan’s turn to feel sorry for Adrian. Ryan wished he never asked the question because he started to feel that he must be such a burden to Mrs. Fiona since she is the only one which is earning money to make this family running. But the thought left Ryan because he started to feel so tired. His buttock was stiff from sitting on the swing the whole day. He lay on the bed and instantly fell asleep.

The next day, Ryan was woken up by Adrian which took him to a nearby school after a heavy breakfast. The school was a kindergarten for kids aged 3 to 5. Since Ryan is 5 years old, this would be his last year at the kindergarten. Adrian enrolled him there for 3000 U$ dollars a year. Ryan found out that Adrian is studying music in a college called Art and Music College of Yendrein(AMCY) around 3 miles from Adrian’s house. The 1st day at the kindergarten was superb. Ryan turned to be extremely well-educated. Ryan even got to make some friends.

10 years later...

A boy at least 15 years old was walking in the school corridor carrying a few books. He was very handsome. He had dark black hair, a pair of stunning green eyes and an unforgettable smile which lightened everyone’s heart when they looked at it. The boy however was an orphan and only had two people which he loved so much; he’d sacrificed his life for them. The two people were none other than Adrian Ramey which is already 29 years old and married. He also has 3 kids. The other person the boy loved so much was Adrian’s mum which was called Fiona Ramey. She was the one which took the boy in when his parents died. She looked after him, fed him and gave him shelter. The boy was none other than Ryan Taylor. Ryan had grown from being a 5 year old to a 15 year old. Ryan is definitely more mature and had left the terror of the past in the past. Ryan currently attends the Greg Derrick High School, 6 miles from Adrian’s house. Ryan was doing very well in his studies and he was picked the school’s football team captain. Ryan loved football so he was extremely happy with the news. Currently, Adrian owns a recording company which is currently having a deal with a guy called Rick Fret. Mrs. Fiona on the other hand has a splendid job as a chef at a 5 star restaurant. She works there for 5 hours and for that gets at least 2000 U$ dollars!
Life for Ryan was improving so much that he thought nothing else could sadden him as much as it did when his parents died but he was wrong. As usual, after a day at high school, Ryan returned to the house. He was welcomed by a smell of spaghetti with beef Bolognese, poached cod, fried Chinese vegetable mix and treacle tart. Ryan ate so much he was thinking how he was going to climb the stairs into the bedroom. But he managed it. In no time, Ryan was in deep sleep. In what seemed like only an hour, Ryan was violently woken up by Adrian which was bleeding and covered in soot. Ryan looked around him as he was feeling uncomfortably hot. The house was burning! Ryan jumped onto his feet. Ryan pulled Adrian by the hand, leading the way out only stopping at Mrs. Fiona’s bedroom to pull her out too. She seemed to be unconscious. The fire was as hot as ever and it had spread across the living room, blocking the way out. Ryan tried the back door but that was worse. So, without thinking long, grasping Adrian’s arm tighter and carrying Mrs. Fiona over his shoulders, he jumped right through the flaming hot fire. It does seem like a heroic thing to do and I agree. But that does not mean that they were not harmed. Ryan collapsed on the muddy lawn. He heard Adrian stumbling, but he did not fall. Adrian was burnt very badly. He was bleeding in his forehead, nose and mouth. Adrian pulled up Ryan onto his feet. Ryan was worse than Adrian. Ryan was burnt to a slight shade of brown and in some parts of the body; Ryan’s skin was peeling off. But Mrs. Fiona was the worst. She was now a shade of dark brown and she had scars covering her whole body. She was still unconscious. Without wasting anymore time, Adrian and Ryan carried Mrs. Fiona to a clinic, about 200 meters from Adrian’s now burnt home. They walked as quickly as they could and in what seemed like ages, they reached the clinic. The doctor did everything he could to the three of them, but in the end they had to be send to the hospital.

Ryan awoke feeling very dizzy and painful. He opened his eyes and looked around to see Adrian and Mrs. Fiona beside him, very still and what looked like sleeping. Ryan couldn’t remember were he was. Then everything started to come back to him; the house on fire, walking to a clinic and being treated by a bald doctor which had a thick moustache. Ryan tried to sit up, but a nurse nearby gently pushed him down asking him to relax. Then he heard someone move. Ryan turned to see Adrian opening his eyes. Adrian was bandaged on both his arms, legs and at the chest. Adrian tried to open his mouth and speak but no words came out. Ryan leant closer and heard what sounded like “Hey buddy. How you doing there? Hang on tight and don’t let go. Don’t worry; everything’s going to be alright.” Ryan did not notice a tear tinkling down his face. He said louder than Adrian “Thanks buddy. You hold on too.” After that he did not know what happened because a pretty blonde nurse came near him and injected something into him which made him feel very drowsy. When Ryan woke up he was greeted by Adrian’s wife, Jolene and his kids called Derek, Lloyd and Anne. “Uncle Ryan, what happened? Why are you bandaged with this white stuff? And….ah! Is that blood?” cried the Adrian’s youngest child, Anne. “Hi Anne. Yes that is blood. Your grandma, daddy and uncle have just gotten into a little accident, that’s all.” Ryan turned to Jolene and asked how long they have been in the hospital. “Um…about a week. Every time we visited you all, all of you are asleep. Today you seem to be awake.” Ryan turned his head to Adrian’s bed which was empty. He spoke loudly “Where’s Adrian?” Jolene spoke clearly to Ryan but he could sense sadness in her voice. “Adrian is well and he was discharged from the hospital 3 days ago.” Ryan turned his head in the opposite direction where Mrs. Fiona was supposed to lay. The bed was empty too. He felt triumph and asked joyfully “So Mrs. Fiona is well too? When did she get discharged?” Suddenly, without warning, Jolene burst into tears and talked to Ryan between sobs saying “Mrs. Fiona passed away. Her lungs were filled with too much smoke that day the fire broke out. She was well for a few days, in stable condition, but on the 5th day at the hospital, she suddenly went into critical condition and well…she just passed away. Adrian couldn’t come and visit you because he is arranging cremation for Mrs. Fiona.” She finished saying that and broke down in tears again. Ryan’s heart dropped. He felt empty, just like the day his parents died. He bend down to his knees and started to sob, hiding his tears from Jolene which whispered goodbye and was slowly walking away holding Anne’s hand and the boys following closely behind.

On his 8th day at the hospital, Ryan was discharged from the hospital, feeling brand new but his feelings still somber and distressed. Ryan called Adrian asking where they are staying and Adrian replied “We’re staying in the house where Jolene and the kids where staying on the night the fire broke out, a double-storey terrace house in San Antonio. Don’t worry it’s only 3 miles away from your school and 2 miles from my recording studio. Its 5 miles from the hospital. See you there in a bit. Search in your pockets, I’ve left some money for a cab there.” Ryan rummaged in his cloak looking for the money Adrian left him. He found it and got a cab. Ryan reached the house in 20 minutes and paid the money. He was rooted to the spot. He was staring at a mansion as big as a castle with a huge garden. Ryan thought “ I thought Adrian said a terrace house?” Ryan then climbed up the steps, towards the mansion. Before he could ring the bell, a shout made him jump. “Ryan! Where the heck are you going? The house is over here!” cried Adrian which was laughing heartily at Ryan which just got fooled. Ryan was laughing too. He turned to the house beside the mansion which was barely visible because the mansion was covering it. Ryan walked towards Adrian and gave him a manly hug. He turned towards the new house. It was certainly bigger than Adrian’s old house. Ryan suddenly remembered something and asked Adrian “Adrian, what about all our stuff? Clothes, schoolbooks and others?” Adrian smiled and said “All taken care off. Two families kindly donated a lot of money to us after hearing the news. Half had gone for the cremating ceremony but the rest was enough to buy all your schoolbooks, personal stuff and our clothes.” Ryan however asked an unexpected question. “Where are Mrs. Fiona’s ashes? I want to thank the only thing left of her for looking care of me and not leaving me to die.” There was an awkward pause. Adrian could not speak because of the mention of his late mother Ryan supposed. Adrian nodded to the entrance of the house. Ryan followed him quietly. Adrian led him into a living room. It was gigantic. It had a 42 inch plasma screen TV, a couch so soft you can sink inside it and there perched on top of a beautiful table, there was a gold goblet(at least it looked like it, but much more bigger). Adrian nodded towards it and Ryan understood. Adrian left Ryan alone. Ryan walked towards it and knelt. He whispered to it as though it was listening words which sounded like “ You were like a mother to me….took care of me when no one would have….fed me even though you did not earn that much….bought me clothes, send me for education…why did you leave us?” Ryan broke into silent sobs. He sat there for what seemed like hours.

Finally Adrian tapped him on the back. For a moment, Ryan was brought back to 10 years ago, when Adrian tapped him on the back to take him in. He wished Mrs. Fiona was still alive and well just like 10 years ago. If only we can go back in time. If only….Ryan struck an idea which was impossible, utter nonsense…but if it can save Mrs. Fiona then it would be worth trying. Ryan which usually had an unusually smart mind, started his work to build a…a time machine. Yes, that sounds extremely stupid and you would have heard loads of stories about time machines but Ryan is worth watching. So I hope you stick around.

Finally...a discovery...

The boy was sweating. It had been two years. He was working on an impossible mission. He was trying to build a time machine to save his guardian which he loved like a mother when she died in fire 2 years ago. He turned the bolt. He sat up and wiped away his sweat. He was smiling and hoping that this machine will work. He walked over to a table and saw what he made. It was shaped something like a space ship. It looked like the spaceship from the movie “Meet the Robinsons”. The boy took what looked like a control panel from the table beside him and pressed a button. It started to vibrate. The boy was flooding with excitement. He jumped into the time machine to test it. He pressed a button which meant for the time machine to go back 1 minute in time. There was a flash of light and the boy saw himself, working on the time machine. After a minute, everything went back to normal. The boy, who was identified as Ryan, yelled in triumph as he did a dance. “I did it. I will be able to save Mrs. Fiona.” Ryan thought. He went to his room to shower up. After he showered, he went to the dining hall to eat buttered salmon, turkey, mutton meatloaf and yam soup, which Jolene prepared for them. The kids had ate earlier and had went to sleep. Due to that, there was only Ryan, Jolene and Adrian at the table. Ryan talked to them loud and clear for them to catch every word. He said “I think I invented it guys! I invented the time machine! I just tested it a few minutes ago. It took me a minute back in time! You do believe me don’t you Adrian? Jolene?” Adrian nodded and said “I trust you with all my life and truthfully, I want a ride on it.” Ryan grinned. He knew Adrian always helped him out and not the opposite. However, Jolene didn’t look that convinced. She said “How can you be sure there is no flaw? Come on, how can anybody build a time machine. But to not be biased, I’ll follow you on the time machine of yours.” Ryan couldn’t stop feeling happy that they believed him. After hastily scooping down the rest of his turkey and yam soup, he led him to his workshop which was in the basement. Adrian and Jolene had the look of utter amazement when they looked at the spaceship-like time machine which amused Ryan greatly. Adrian opened his mouth to speak, still staring at the time machine. “How did…did y..you do this?” Adrian spluttered. Jolene was still not convinced.

Five minutes later, Adrian was thumping Ryan on the back congratulating him on his fantastic success. Jolene was extremely impressed with him and asked for forgiveness for not believing him in the 1st place. After saying sorry, Jolene was congratulating Ryan too. Ryan felt so happy and contented. He beamed at the both of them. Suddenly his face dropped and he jumped into the time machine. He said “ Sorry guys, but I’m going to bring Mrs. Fiona back.” He was pressing a number of switches at the same time. Before Adrian or Jolene could stop him, there was a blinding yellow light and Ryan vanished along with the time machine.

SWISH! The time machine hovered over Adrian’s used-to-be house lawn. Ryan heard his bedroom door close and he slump on to bed. Ryan hurried into the house. He looked around for the source of the fire, and found it. A spark on the gas stove. Ryan didn’t touch that but walked to Mrs. Fiona’s room to save her. He saw her sleeping soundly and felt his heart glowing in happiness. He stared at her for a few minutes and then continued his work. He did not have to save Adrian or himself as they will anyway be able to live. Ryan carried Mrs. Fiona on his shoulders. Mrs. Fiona was still sound asleep. Ryan carried her outside and placed her 2 miles away from her house on one of the people’s house’s lawn. Before Mrs. Fiona could wake up, Ryan jumped into his time machine, just to see Adrian’s house tumbling in the fire. He saw himself and Adrian stumble out. At that same moment, Mrs. Fiona came running there in shock. She helped Ryan onto his feet and guided both of them to the hospital. Ryan was overcome with joy. Mrs. Fiona didn’t have a scratch on her and Adrian and he would anyway survive. He felt truly happy for the 1st time in 2 years. He didn’t even notice he pressed the wrong button.

An unexpected destination...

Ryan’s heart was overflowing with happiness. He had just saved his guardian from death which already occurred to her. Ryan couldn’t wait to see her again. He was travelling through time and Ryan thought he would reach Adrian’s new house any moment with Mrs. Fiona cooking or greeting him at the entrance. SWISH! The sound that usually greeted Ryan when the time machine landed was loud enough for Ryan to hear. Ryan expected to see Adrian’s new house but what he saw made Ryan gape in terror instead. He had went back in time 65 million years ago! He was seeing what land was 65 million years ago! Ryan heard a thud and saw in front of him, two large dinosaurs with very long necks. Ryan quickly pressed the button to go back in present day but it was not working. Ryan was horrified. He got down slowly and checked the time machine thoroughly. Some connections to the fuel tap had been disconnected. “Luckily I have some spare taps in my bag,” muttered Ryan to himself. He looked around himself. It was covered with huge dense forests. Nearby, he could see what looked like a huge lake. “Wow I’m thirsty. I think I’d better go and get some water.” Feeling brave, Ryan sprinted to the lake. The only other living thing there was a bunch of trees and some fish. Ryan drank heartily. He also collected some water in a water bottle. Ryan turned back to sprint towards his time machine but instead he bumped into a long-necked dinosaur which he recognized as the Diplodocus. He looked up hoping the dinosaur hadn’t noticed him. Amazingly, the dinosaur turned and just walked away as through nothing had happened. Ryan set out a sigh of relief. Without wasting any time, he sprinted back to his time machine. He jumped into it, searching for some taps and bolts.

After a few minutes, he jumped down from the time machine, carrying some taps and few bolts. He went under the time machine which was hovering a few feet over the ground. He loosened two taps and took it out. He stuck the two brand new taps, tightening it with a few bolts. He gave the bolt another tighten and came out from under the time machine. A few drips of oil was on Ryan’s forehead. He hastily wiped them off. Ryan got up and stretched, his back aching. Nearby he saw a tree which bared fruit which strangely looked like papaya. Ryan started to feel hungry so he walked there and climbed up the tree. He plucked some fruits and was going to get down from the tree when a huge eye peered at him through the tree leaves. Ryan yelled in fright and lost his grip around the tree. Next thing he knew, he was on the ground bleeding. The eye that looked at him and frightened him belonged to an Allosaurus. Ryan’s worst nightmare had come true. The Allosaurus is a vicious and brutal dinosaur, as bad as the Tyrannosaurus. It stood sixteen feet high and it did something like an evil grin which bared its three-inch-long teeth. Ryan was sweating profusely. He was getting very scared, thinking of the fate that awaits him. The Allosaurus looked at him and growled. Without any further a due, Ryan swiftly got up and sprinted as fast as he could to his time machine. He looked over his shoulder just to see the dinosaur running at him at full speed. “I’m not gonna make it,” thought Ryan. He ran faster, but alas, he tripped over a rock and fell. He was just an inch from his time machine. Ryan got up and was climbing into his time machine, when the dinosaur dug his razor-sharp teeth into Ryan’s left arm. He screamed like he never screamed before, his arm splitting in pain. The dinosaur swung Ryan like a doll. Ryan flew about ten feet away from the dinosaur. Ryan got up and limped as fast as he could to a nearby bush to hide himself.

The Allosaurus was confused. It apparently did not know where the human just disappeared to. The dinosaur searched but did not find Ryan. It finally gave up and went away from there. Feeling relieved, Ryan came out from his hiding place. He was holding his arm except his arm was not there! It had been ripped off. Ryan limped as fast as he could back to the time machine not caring if his arm was not there. He climbed back into it, unable to jump. This time, he made sure he pressed the correct buttons. There was a blinding yellow light and Ryan and his time machine left that place. Twenty minutes later, Ryan was greeted by the sound SWISH which he knew as the sound when he landed. Sure enough, barely just 10 seconds after hearing the sound, the time machine landed on ground with a thud. Ryan got out of it and saw happily that he had reached present day. He had just landed on Adrian’s new house lawn. He got out and limped to the door. He rang the doorbell and Adrian opened it.

Adrian let out a yell of horror as he watched Ryan standing there, his left arm ripped off. Adrian almost fainted. Adrian pulled Ryan by his right hand into the car and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. Ryan got into an emergency ward. Doctors attached a metal arm in replacement of Ryan’s real arm. On his 6th day at the hospital, Ryan awoke feeling much better than he had ever been. He could control his metal arm now. His metal arm was covered in skin so nobody would know he had his arm replaced with a metal one. Ryan was greeted by Adrian and behind him emerged Mrs. Fiona! His mission had worked! He felt overjoyed. Adrian whispered in Ryan’s ear “Thanks for saving my mum. Actually I think she should be our mum…I could not have accomplished what you did.” Ryan got up and hugged Mrs. Fiona saying “So mum, what’s for dinner? I hope its lobster or maybe some crab. I’m starving.” Everyone burst out laughing. Adrian drove Ryan and Mrs. Fiona back home.

Ryan reached home grinning at Jolene and the kids. Jolene congratulated Ryan upoun his “mission”. Ryan entered the house and sat at the dinner table where Mrs. Fiona served them crab meat with chicken rice, tarmidos lobster and turkey. For dessert, Ryan gulped down spoonfuls of Baked Alaska. After that, thoroughly exhausted after his journey, Ryan climbed up his bed and slumped onto bed and fell into deep sleep.

A happy ending...

A black haired man was sitting on a sofa. He had bought this house just 5 years ago. Suddenly a small boy around 4 years old, came running to the man which was obviously was his father because the small boy said “Daddy! Come and look at my painting! Mummy said it was awesome…Come dad!” The man got up smiling and walked into the kitchen looking at a very horrible painting of a beach. “Its fantastic kiddo!” said the man to the boy which beamed. The man was Ryan Taylor. He had married to Rene Davies and has 3 kids; his oldest was the small boy. The boy which is 4 years old was called Ronald. His second oldest is a girl called Ashley and his youngest which is 6 months old is a boy called Ben. In Ryan’s life many strange things have happened; he built a time machine, saved his guardian which had already died, got his left arm ripped off by a vicious dinosaur and his current work is building time machines for the government(of course he keeps one for himself in case of emergencies). The rest of Ryan’s life was so boring I’m sure if I narrated it you would fall asleep. So that was the story of Ryan Taylor.
The End….

Your angel

2008-12-02T04:19:00.000-08:00

They will tell you that he is kind,that he is benevolent. He is nothing of the sort. They think that he is a good, respectable,god-fearing man. But I, who know him better, know that nothing could be further from the truth.

He will draw you in with his lies, paint a picture so beautiful it mesmerises you, tell you lies drawn from your deepest secrets,your innermost desires,and he will draw you in hook,line and sinker. Your senses will tell you that something is amiss but you will follow him anyway, a lamb led to slaughter,infatuated by its would-be killer.

He will offer you friendship, and you, you sick soul, will fell privileged by his offer. Slowly, he becomes your reason for existence, without him you feel incomplete,empty. He becomes an addiction that makes drugs pale by comparison. Then slowly but surely he drives the friendship towards a more intimate direction, but being the proper lady you are, you refuse.

He showers you with affection, managing to do those little things that put a smile on your face when you need it the most, just like magic. You open up to him, share your feelings and secrets and soon your sharing much more.He's perfect you say, my angel sent from the heavens above.

Then he begins asking for favors and you,as smitten by him as you are agree. Then he makes demands,weirder and weirder ones but your heart wins over your head. Then he asks you for the one thing you can't give your soul. You try to resist; but the human mind is a curious thing. The connections you've forged,the relationships you've formed proves stronger than the mere power of rational thought. It's just a joke you convince yourself,ignoring the lethal glint in his eye, and playfully you say, yes.

At the sound of affirmation, he sheds his sheep skin and shows his true colours. He chains you,breaks your will , your mind, and most importantly your soul. He spreads his seed into you, and through you brings forth his offspring, the bane of very life itself.

Well, you wanted your angel, didn't you? Too bad he was a fallen one. But he owns you now and even the pain and brutality becomes desirable.

The predator has his prey firmly in its grasp, and the lion has lain with the lamb.

The lie

2008-11-30T22:34:00.000-08:00

They say that the teenage years are the one's where we try to define what we are. Well, I didn't have that problem 'cause I knew exactly what I was, an idiot. So instead I searched for a deeper meaning...that of life itself. I know weird right? But even weirder was where I found the answers; in a movie. The Dark Knight to be exact. It taught me about life, about the fine line between right and wrong, about purpose,about doing whats right, about looking beyond the packaging,all in a slickly packaged two-hour extravaganza. Plus the Joker was extremely awesome. But jokes aside, it made me think more about myself, and who I was. And in the course of those reflections, I may have not understood myself a whole lot more, but I understand life a lil' better.

Call me pessimistic and emo, but the one thing that keeps the fragility of our lives in balance is our ability to lie to ourselves. I mean it hit me like a brick. Here I was watching Dark Knight and rooting for a man who I knew was just an actor fighting against another guy, Heath Ledger,who had in reality already kicked the bucket. I mean actors play hundreds of roles each year, but in each role we them see as different individuals and buy into their bullshit. The very reason that we are able to believe the absurdity of it all is our ability to con our senses into thinking its all real. When your sitting in that cinema seat, Bruce Wayne is your best friend and you shirk back in fear when Joker kills a man 'cause for that instant; that is our reality.

In fact lies are the basis of society itself. Do you really think that piece of paper you call "money" is worth as much as the value printed on it? Yeah ,right. We all have our masks, they ones we wear in our day to daily lives. Ones for folks, one for your friends, one for your lover. Me, I play my cards close,real close. Sometimes even I get confused between the man I am and the man I pretend to be.

Every time you screw up your exams , forget about the next second and convince yourself that results day will never come, your lying to yourself. Come to think of it even hopes and dreams are a lie. Come on if I convince myself that I'm the next Brad Pitt ,or that I will own a Ferrari in two years, or that she will love me, I am lying to myself, for at that moment none of these things are even remotely possible.

Sometimes I wonder if we remove the blinds, turn up all the dirty secrets what would we have to live for? No books movies or fiction of any sort, no money, no hopes, no reason to live.

So I'll keep on living and lying,cling to my hopes and keep telling myself I'm Brad Pitt, the truth be screwed. If that is what real life is, I'll stick to my joyful delusions. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

Change Myself

2008-11-25T23:10:00.000-08:00

I've loved this pretty girl,
Loved her for a long,long time,
Wondering what I can do,
To make her mine,
Cause to her I'm just a friend,
And I want that to end,

So please, god please,
How can I make her love me?

Perhaps if I lifted weights,
To make me stronger,
Grew my hair a little longer,
Dieted to lose some weight,
From 95 to 68,

And if I wore designer labels,
Gap,Gucci, Clark and Gables,
And got rid of those geeky glasses,

And lived at 90210,
Drove a million dollar Lambo,
Throw in some movie star good looks,
To get into her good books

But I'm just an average guy,
A tough sell, a hard buy,
Even though I am a nice guy,
Underneath the exterior,
Girls don't care about the interior,
Do they?

So perhaps if I was less like me,
She would love me

Between Worlds

2008-11-12T23:36:00.000-08:00

Laboriously she etched the intricately designed pentacle into the gravel floor of her rural shanty, guided in part the chalk outline and in part by years of experience. She completed the pentacle and stood at it geometrical centre and awakened the magic that lay dormant within her. Unlike the majority of the populace who used the pentacle to amplify their power, she designed the pentacle to restrict hers, for if by chance she released at full potential, her very being would be ripped to shreds. Slowly, lines of scarlet fire spread across the pentacle and enveloped her, making her one with the magic, one with life itself.

The thoughts, memories and desires of the citizens of Accurate lay open before her, allowing her to catch glimpses of their most personal thoughts and emotions and skimmed past. Half... she said or rather commanded and all at once all the images faded away. She sighed with relief. They were safe for another day. Suddenly, darkness flooded her vision and flames of blackest night engulfed her. As hard as she tried, she was helpless to free herself from her fiery tomb. The magnitude of this power dwarfed hers by tenfold. Suddenly with gut wrenching pain this dark entity ripped through her conscience, searching for what she knew of half. Slowly an image formed of a rural slum and a small plywood hut. Pleasure coursed through its very being. It had found what it was looking for. Seeing opportunity in her foes momentary lapse of security she blasted it with scarlet fire, while instantaneously pulling herself away from this limbo and into reality. Blood dripped from her clenched fists and streaks of gray had spread through her once ebony black. This encounter had cost her dearly. She slowly to her sons bedside and shook him awake. ”Peire, we have got to leave. Before dawn, if possible. The black watch have found us.”

It did not take long for Pierre to pack,for all he had to show for his sixteen years of existence was a bundle of clothes,an old hunting knife, and a locket, his most precious possession, for it was wrought of fine silver, a gift from his late father. His only memories of his father were vague at best, for he had been but an infant when his father had perished in the brutal clan wars that had claimed countless lives, all in vain, all forgotten, naught but rotting corpses under the brittle crust of the earth.

The call of his mother shattered his reverie and brought him back to reality. He hastily stuffed his belongings into his pack and went hastily to join her. Dawn was nearly upon them, and if they were to have any chance of leaving the city before they were discovered, it would have to be now. She hesitated before the front door, afraid of what would happen if they left this sanctuary-that-once-was,afraid of what would happen if they did not. She looked at her son, barely into his manhood. " Son,I will not lie to you. The road that lies ahead is perilous, and every twist and turn brings only grief and hurt. The only thing that you can do is be the best you can be, but sometimes even that won't be enough. I fear for you, for your purity and innocence,for your kindness and compassion, but most of all I fear that soon we will be parted forever. But know this, I love you more than life itself, Pierre, more than life itself". Pierre hugged his mother tight, and for an instant he forgot his troubles and pain, allowing himself to be lost, for just that one instant in the warmth of his mother's love.

As they stepped through the doorway, and into the night, Pierre's mother let out a cry and collapsed on the floor with a arrow embedded in her throat. It would seem to Peirre that as he saw his mother fall, his whole world crumbled into ashes and dust. He saw her die again again,in that second he relived her death a thousand times. With tears in his eyes, he looked up, and all sides he saw men, dark hooded and cloaked, blocking his every route of escape. He had been too late, the watch had found him. They had hunted him since his conception afraid of the power that he wielded,of the potential danger he posed ,and had hunted him to eliminate this risk, to punish for the crime of having ever being born. Well, they feared his power, didn't they? He would give them a reason to really be afraid. He began to chant under his breath, gathering his will. He would slaughter everyone of them just like they had slaughtered his mother, starting with the bastard who had killed his mother.

In the pale moonlight, he could see his mothers killer, who stood a head taller than the rest, his face twisted into a malevolent grin and bow still in hand. Sneeringly he called out to Pierre, "come quietly, runt, lest I be forced to kill you, like I killed that old wench.

And then Pierre snapped. He lost sight of everything, of the surrounding, of the fact that he was going to challenge an entire watch alone,everything. The only thought that drove him was to kill the hellspawn who had killed his mother. With superhuman speed and agility he leaped towards his quarry, who unleashed a volley of arrows at him. The arrows incinerated under the fire of his anger. he reached for the archers bow and snapped in half, turned a side a clumsy swing from the defendant and snapped his arm in two. Then, as he lay there moaning, Pierre tore his heart out. The others seeing their captain dead sought to flee but Pierre would let them. One by one he slew them, matching his sinew and flesh against bronze and iron. And when he had finished, it seemed that someone had painted the street red. Unhinged by his mother's death and without purpose, he walked on and on until he could walk no more and then he fell into the darkness that welcomed him into its bosom.

2008-11-12T23:35:00.001-08:00

Bitter Apple Juice

2008-11-10T03:34:00.000-08:00

I had practiced saying it a hundred times, but when the moment came, i just couldn't open my mouth. I just couldn't say those three words, "I love you". She stood there, staring at me as I mumbled and stammered like an imbecile. Why couldn't I say it? "I....um...I..that is to say..I love...," I stammered. Say it Vishal, say it, tell her that you have loved her since the day you met her, loved her since she looked at you with those deep brown eyes and stole your heart away.

She was still standing there, now with a look of slight annoyance on her countenance. Ah, why was life so cruel? Why was the same beauty that I worshipped, taking my wits away and leaving me mute?I knew those words like I knew the back of my hand, those words that I had written to tell her of my feelings. But knowing them and saying them were two entirely different things. Okay Vishal, it was now or never. Be a man,do the right thing.

" Hi Rene, you might be wondering why I called you today. It's kind of complicated, but to be straight to the point, it is about you. You may not know me, but I know you.. I know that you love jazz music,that your favourite fruit is strawberry,that you love animals, that you are kind and sweet and gentle, And i also know that have loved you, since the very first time I saw you smile.At least that was what I wanted to say. What came out of my mouth sounded something like " I love Bitter apple juice".

There, I had blown it. She looked at me with a look of utter disbelief. Why was I such a loser. I felt like a total dolt, a buffoon. I felt depressed enough to cut my wrists, At least I would die with some style, like the broken-hearted Romeo's in those trashy romance novels. Then I remembered that I had a phobia of knives, and that blood made me faint. I couldn't even die properly. What a dufus. Sadly, I turned and began to walk away, having lost my enthusiasm and reason to live.

Suddenly she came up to me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I starred at her in utter amazement. She winked at me and said "I love bitter apple juice too. So I learnt something priceless from this experience. Some times all you have to do to win the girl, is be a loser.

Her Face

2008-09-22T06:02:00.000-07:00

Her face. Her skin the colour of golden honey. Her eyes a brown warm enough to warm you through and through; her lips always with a smile playing upon it. It is the only thing that pulls me through as the pain comes, as they pummel me to the dirt. I hear my bones cracking and then I hear no more. I am dying… I know it…but I cling on to life with a vice grip. If I die, she dies, and she mustn’t …mustn’t for she is my life…I love her. Her face… is all I see as I fall into the darkness.

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Love….

“It is just a chemical process, folks, nature’s home grown way of keeping the babies comin’ eh?” I say to wild hoots and approval from the crowd. My adversary, in this war of words draws to his feet, with a look of utter disgust playing upon it. “ Love is…magical … special…it is a merging of souls, Vishal. And you are just messed up if you can’t accept that, ok?”

“And you, my friend, have just been watching too many love movies. Go back, watch Titanic, and play kissie-kissie with your Ken and Barbie dolls, for that bullshit you talk about exists only in make belief”. Savouring the look on his face, I walk out with all the ‘machoness’ I could muster. With a prefect, I didn’t need much of an excuse to bicker, but for once I really meant what I said, love sickened me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not some suicidal psycho, nor was I abused in any sort of way. And I appreciate the idea of love, but I don’t think its anything more than a myth. A feeling of utmost sincerity, a pure emotion that stems from the heart, that is what love is. But I hear people saying I love you one day, I hate you the next, changing partners like they change their clothes, breaking up and calling it quits like it is the most natural thing in the world. Humbug, all this love crap was making my head hurt.

I took my notebook, lit up a cigarette and began to write.

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It could have been hours, days or seconds when I awoke. My body ached and when I tried to move, it was like knives piercing my joints. I endured the pain and got to my feet, only to have them almost buckle under me again. The pain was brain-busting…It was so hard to think…but she needed me and that was all I needed to know .Slowly, grabbing the tree trunks, I took stiff steps forward…to wherever it was I needed to go. With every step I took the shards of my broken bones scraped against each other, screeching and grinding like the gears of an old car. I would not give in…I would help her…no matter what…even at the cost of my life, at the cost of my soul.

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Writing was my way of escaping from limitations of my life, from the shackles and boundaries that society imposed on me, to just be me. As for the cigarette? It helped me think…I guess. It was also open rebellion, a finger in the face of ‘The Man’ and I kinda liked that.

I lost myself in the fumes of the cigarette and the words of my own. “ So you’re here again?” asked a clear melodious voice, shaking me out of my reverie. I turned around to see a girl with an impish smile playing on her face. Beautiful, she was with cascading locks and eyes that were so…deep.

“Yeah, I guess I am what’s that to you?” I asked, putting on my best ‘tough guy’ face. “Well, I’ve seen you sitting around here almost every evening with your pen and paper, writing away and it piqued my interest. So… what’s that about?” I just shrugged and went back to my writing. Pretty girls usually never paid much heed to me, and this was making me uncomfortable. She was…a distraction. I ignored her and hoped she would get the message. Buzz off!!

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it. I guess you’d rather talk to the H.M when I tell her you’ve been smoking. It’s bad for your health ya know?” she said, flashing me that mischievous smile, while walking away.

That smile infuriated me. I couldn’t read anything into it. Was she serious, or just egging me on? I grabbed roughly for her arm and said “And it’s bad for your health to meddle in other peoples business, capische? She looked stunned at the physical contact, but I was even more so when landed a solid jab on my jaw. Stars started floating before my eyes.” “Whazat a truck or what? Sheesh..” I muttered stupidly. The world seemd to be spinning round and round and soon faded into darkness
When I awoke, she was leaning over me with a look of concern and sadness on her face. When she saw that I was conscious, she quickly helped me to my feet and said with an abashed look on her face “I’m so sorry. You’re a big guy, and when you grabbed my hand like that..you freaked me out and umm..my taekwando training took over?

I just laughed out loud. “Ah… taekwando. Ouch…taekwando.” Well miss, uh what gives? You annoy, threaten, and punch me in the face as icing on the cake. Please enlighten me.

She grinned at me in a sort of shame-faced way. “I’ve read some of your poetry. And I like it a lot. It’s brilliant. It stirs emotions that I never felt before, it speaks to me. And I guess , well I just wanted to see the man behind the words. And get a few pointers too,” she said, her face brightening up. “I’m trying to be a writer too. It’s not that good but if you wanna take a look..” I cut her off “So you were trying to ‘impress’ me? Well that punch was all you had to do. Here’s a proposition. How about you teach me that jab, and I take a look at those works of yours.”

She flashed that pretty smile at me. “That’s great! Thanks a million! And uh..I’ll be buying on the account of…you know.. knocking you out and all?” “That’s nice and all…but don’t go spreading it around. That you k.o’ed me and stuff. I got a rep to protect,” I said with a straight face. Then I started laughing and she joined in too. I think I knew even then that she was something special.

So we went to Swensons, ordered a banana split, and began to talk. We had lots in common. She was a huge horror fan, a Stephen King maniac like me. She was also the first girl I ever met who could totally own me in a game of Battlefront. We clicked…. and became best buds. Maybe even something more. I warmed to her like I never had to anyone before, told her my darkest fears, my most wistful aspirations. I poured out my soul. I thought of her everyday, and felt this feeling of …loss whenever she was away. Love…maybe I understood it now..

The car stopped. She playfully nudged me and asked’ Why did you bring me here, Vish? Why all the hush-hush? You’ve been quite for almost an hour now, and that isn’t like you.

My heart pounded faster than it had ever pounded before. I felt the ring in my pocket, and wondered what I would tell her. “When I first met you, I was disillusioned, jaded, sick of a world that focused only on appearances, of skin deep love. I was sick of love, or what passed for it these days. But with you, I learnt something, that love isn’t all kisses and happy endings. Love is about acceptance and tolerance, it is about sincerely wanting the best for the one you love, its about being able to be with someone for more than ten seconds. Love is eternal, no don’ts and goodbyes. And I found out that… I love you.”

I got down on my knees, took out the ring and asked “Will you be mine?”

She was speechless and the look on her face was one of utter surprise, happiness , and something else which I couldn’t place. The mood of her face brightened and dimmed like a flickering bulb, telling me that she was thinking something through. “Well, Vishal, I….’ The windows smashed, and a pair of rough hands pulled her out of the car. Before I could react, I felt a tremendous impact on the back of my head, the sound of crushing bone deafening me. Groggily, I tried to retaliate, but could do nothing as a pair of rough hands pulled me out as well. They pummelled me some more and began searching through my clothes. It was a pointless, brutal mugging. Then as her helpless cries pierced the night, I knew it was something much worse. As they pummelled me again and again, I thought only of her, and her innocence which was precious, and I would not let die, would not die! I tried to get up, and they delivered another brutal smash to my cranium. Darkness…her face..darkness .

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Only god knows how I got there in my state, maybe His hand was guiding me,all I know is I got there. They were having ‘fun’ with her or should I say already had ‘fun’ with her, and cast her aside like a broken doll. I was always a kid that got into fights, usually it was rage that fuelled me, that gave me strength. But today, my strength came from a deeper place. It came from the heart.

There were five of them. I had no plan , no weapon just determination to save her. I rushed in, ignoring the mind numbing pain, and socked one asshole right in the face, hearing the satisfying sound of his breaking face. I kicked the next one in the crotch, and he fell down, squirming like a worm. Near him, I spotted a metal beam. Soon, A third one went down after becoming intimately acquainted with solid steel. Three down, two left.
I actually began to think that I could win this thing. Then, one of them took out a gun, and shot me in the chest. Blood was gushing out, my strength was leaving me. My body could take no more burden. It was pulling me down…into the darkness of death that waited with its sweet embrace, but I stood up. The jackass was laughing. I slammed the rod up his ass, took it out, and rammed it into the other’s skull. Ha… now that was funny. It was finished…and now for her. I ran to her side and checked her vitals. Her pulse was weak, but still there. I removed my coat and covered her modesty. I found a cell and called the cops. It would be fine…I told her it would be just fine.

A man...

2008-09-07T07:30:00.000-07:00

A man …

His eyes are red,
He’s been crying,
He scared to do what’s right
But god, he’s trying,

He starts to shiver,
His lip begins to quiver,
But he’s no lily-liver,
He’ll stand and fight,

Though he’s sure,
He won’t endure,
He won’t last the night

And they come with their guns,
As ferocious as Huns,
But meaner,
And leaner

His head held high,
Prepared to die,
He stands his ground,
As they gather around,
And like lightning does his blade fly,

He strikes one, two and three down,
Before they even make a sound,
He lunges, parries,
Wounds and harries,
As long as he can,

And though they best him in the end,
At least he dies a man.

Reality or fantasy

2008-08-19T05:24:00.000-07:00

Reality or Fantasy?

Hush,

Be still,

Hide and close your eyes,

Hide away,

While everything dies,

Try to ignore,

Their dying cries,

Though you try to deny,

They do not go away,

No matter how hard you try,

This is where they’ll stay,

For unlike your dreams and wishes,

This is reality,

Not fantasy

Whats that,

Do I hear,

Scraping at the door,

And your nearly heart nearly stops,

When it shatters the door

You try to flee,

But there’s nowhere left to run,

So you reach for your dady’s gun

You pull the trigger,

And BAM!! IT falls dead

But there is no monster,

Only Daddy with a bullet in his head

Eyes blood red,

Gone to bed

Forever

Reality…

Or fantasy

I think..I love her

2008-07-05T05:54:00.000-07:00

Is it an addiction,

an infliction?

Or something of that order,

‘Cause for days and for nights,

I’ve been thinking of no other,

But her,

nothing…but her

And my eyes,

Only see her face,

everywhere I turn,

And my heart it aches,

For her, it yearns

Never felt this way before,

For any other,

I think…I love her.

Others, they may hound her,

For her looks,

Give her gifts,

To get in her good books

But I’m not that superficial,

It’s that bond I feel,

That the eyes can’t see,

But the heart can feel

If seeing is believing,

Then please let me be blind,

Foolish as it is,

I love her,

And I hope she loves me in kind

Dreams are all I have,

And to these dreams I cling,

Girl, can you see the heart,

In these words I sing..

Don’t care if its lame,

Doesn’t matter,

If she don’t feel the same,

But I… Love you.

Hey

2008-07-05T05:49:00.000-07:00

heres another poem..my best one yet I feel..for its heart felt...Its how I feel..more or less.More melodramatic, yes like those"based on a true story" movies, but true all the same. So.. as i closed it i lost it, my heart,my soul.

A Legacy of Darkness

2008-06-30T05:27:00.000-07:00

“If God did not exist, it would be necessary for man to create him”

Voltaire

An office in a district which is unanimously considered the seediest part of the otherwise glamorous city of New York. A distinguished-looking gentleman waits in the lobby of this particular office, sticking out like a sore thumb, his heavy Rolex and crisp Armani suit contrasting sharply with the peeling paint and drab furniture of his surroundings. After being made to wait for a few more minutes, the frumpy receptionist ushers him into the office.

“Ah, to what do I owe the pleasure of receiving Mr. Bruce Wallows, Billionaire, hotshot lawyer and owner of the Chicago Cubs- my favorite team by the way- at my humble headquarters? Queries the handsome middle-aged man seated at the desk, the solitary piece of furniture in otherwise bare-as-bones office.

The gentleman aka Bruce Wallows fidgets as though he is ashamed, ashamed that he has been forced to stoop so low, that he has to resort to such means to obtain his objectives. “Mr. Springsteen,” he begins hesitantly, “I have been told by you can…err…… fix things, handle delicate situations and exterminate pests…if you catch my drift. This problem which I face now is one of life and death, and I have come to you only because you are reputed to be the best in the…for lack of a better word… ‘Business’ and a gentleman who respects his client’s privacy”

Springsteen lets out a deep sigh and turns to face his potential client. “Well, whoever who heard it from, you heard right, Bruce. I accept any task, provided of course, my asking price is met. I presume you know my rates?”

“Of course. Money is no object for this matter,”

“Now since that’s settled Bruce, exactly what is the task?”

“You don’t make a fortune in law without breaking a few eggs along the way. During my stint as a district attorney, I’ve made my share of enemies, being the one to put away most of the underworld elite in the jailhouse, and now one of them has returned to haunt me. If you may recall, Five years back, I was instrumental in landing Davey Finnigan, the head honcho of the Irish Mob, a life sentence for the murder of a New York cop- well he appealed the decision in high court and somehow managed to gain his freedom-due to some stupid loophole in the law- and he’s sworn to take revenge on me,-to the best of my knowledge he’s even put out a contract for the death of my family!.”

“Why not go to the Police? this case seems more up their alley than mine,”said Springsteen.

“You just don’t get it do you? He has every single cop in this city eating out of his hands- How the hell do you think he got out of jail? I need to get you to get him before he gets me; I need you to send this guy to the depths of hell where scum like him belong!”

“You’re a good man Bruce-but you worry too much. I have this guy dining with death by the end of the week. Heck, - because I like you I’ll even do this job for free,” said Springsteen, a sadistic smile playing on his lips, distorting his otherwise handsome features. Bruce felt a chill run down his spine. Somehow, he didn’t doubt in the slightest that this quiet, unassuming man would get the job done.

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David ‘Davey’ Finnigan looked out the window of his twentieth storey penthouse, gazing down upon the majestic skyline of New York, feeling as proud as a king would surveying his kingdom-for in truth he ruled New York. Forget about Donald Trump and the Mayor, this man was the guy behind the behind the scenes, the puppet master who pulled the strings that controlled the city,the ran it all, from the most miniscule of events, to the grandest. In New York, Davey was God.

“Sorry to barge in like this sir, but I have been asked to do service to the community by eliminating the worthless scum of society-such as yourself” said a pleasant-faced man asked walked in to Davey Finnigan penthouse,-distrupting the mob boss’s train of thought.

“How the hell did you get in here, eh punk? I don’t know sent you, but my ‘boys’ are trash you so hard, you Frigg in-dead ancestors will feel it!” sneered the mob boss as he pressed the security buzzer concealed under his desk, an action that would bring two dozen heavily mobsters to his side. But, strangely no one answered his call.

“ Oh, don’t bother calling security, Dave old chum, I’ve just sent them all on an all expense paid one-way trip to hell,” said the intruder, still smiling as he drew out his revolver, still smiling as he sent two bullets ripping through the mob boss’s torso.

Dave had seen enough people die to know that he was a goner. As blood gushed like fountains from the bullet holes in his chest he managed to summon up enough strength to ask his assailant, “Wha…Who are you?”

“My friends call me Springsteen, but you can call me Death,” said the man as he coolly wiped the gun, placed it in Davey’s hand and coolly walked of the penthouse, ignoring the dieing cries of a man that used to be the most powerful in New York.

Begin again....

2008-05-29T05:15:00.000-07:00

This song is dedicated to a friend of mine, who got hurt real bad(emotionally). But Fareen, I'll always have your back.

Girl,
Lift your face,
Wipe those tears,
Stop crying.

Hey,
You feel messed up,
So all alone,
But at least,
No one's dying

Just pick the pieces,
and throw them away,
Bring back some colour,
to your world that turned grey

And when you feel you can't go on,
Just listen to this song,
and i'll be there,
To lend a helping hand

You a diamond in the rough,
a natural wonder,
letting you go,
was his biggest blunder,

But dry away those tears,
And stand tall,
Cause you'll always have,
friends through it all

Another Path

2008-05-21T07:42:00.000-07:00

Another Path

Your deep blue eyes look into mine,

Your lovely smile telling me everything’s fine,

But something’s wrong,

Her smile stretched a tad too long,

Across her pretty face.

I know something’s not okay,

Somehow I know today’s the day,

It’s the final nail in the coffin,

When she begins to say,

Words that slice to my heart.

She says, “I know we said forever babe,

But forevers come to an end,

We said we would be together

Till we’re old and grey,

But someone else,has swept my heart away,

And I know it’ll break your heart,

But Romeo, your Juliet,

Has got to take another path

I stand there staring blindly,

Choking back my tears,

Glancing through the memories,

Of all those happy years

She walks down the road, around the bend,

Bringing our romance to a bitter end,

And my happiness to a close…

On the very day I planned to propose.

My Earphones on..

2008-05-21T06:39:00.000-07:00

The phone was ringing again. I looked at the caller ID. It was him again. Why couldn’t he just get the picture? I tried to ignore the ringing, and continue listening to my mp4 player. But the phone just went on and on. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I picked up the phone receiver.

“What do you want, Kevin?,” I asked, spitting into the receiver with all the venom I could muster. “I just want to… explain,” he said softly. “Explain! Oh Kevin, Karen’s dead body was all the explanation I ever needed. Read my lips man, I don’t want to have anything to do with you, ever!” I shouted into the receiver. “ IT wasn’t like that John.. You’ve got to understand. Please, for the sake of our friendship, just let me explain,” he pleaded, and I could almost picture the tears in his eyes.

“Okay, talk. I’m listening.” Clearing his throat, Kevin began to speak. “ thanks for giving me a chance, John. Now, where do I begin. Well… I guess I’ll start off with where it all began, with Karen. I met Karen during my freshman year at Medical School. It was love at first sight. She everything a man could ever want, beautiful smart, and charming. You can only imagine my delight when accepted my invitation for a date.

We hit it off beautifully, John we were the perfect couple. It was like we were two halves of one individual. I was deeply in love with her, and she with me. So, it came as no surprise to anyone when I proposed to after completing my studies, and she accepted.

They say that romance withers after marriage, that the passion grows cooler. But ours just grew stronger and stronger.

“ I know, you two were madly in love, blah, blah, blah. Now move on to the part where you explain why you killed her.”

His voice began to break, his emotions getting the better of him. “It was cancer, John… Goddamned cancer! Just when everything was going so well, she got cancer. We tried everything, radiotherapy, chemo, everything!! But nothing worked, and day by day, she grew weaker and weaker. The doctors offered me no consolation. She was dying, they said, terminal cancer. She only had months to live.

You can’t imagine how it was during those final months. Her beautiful face become skeletal and she couldn’t even converse cohesively. It was the pain John, the pain. She had to be kept sedated, for when she was awake, all would do was scream, being unable to stand the tremendous agony. She was suffering,…it was hell for her. It was hell for me. One day, I couldn’t stand nit anymore, I just had to help her, alleviate her pain. I spiked her water with cyanide, and she died peacefully, god bless her soul, she had every right to! You get it, don’t you John? Don’t you? Don’t you?!,” he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably .

Tears began to run down my cheeks, as hard as I tried to stop them. He had killed her, for love, and in a way, I could see where he was coming from. It was a cruel world, and a sad place to live in when people killed and died for love, a sad place indeed.

“You poor, sick soul,” I said, to no one in particular. Well, that was that. I hung up the telephone and put on my earphones again.

2008-05-21T06:37:00.000-07:00

Hi fans and readers,if there are any. Well, im back after a long absence in style with one poem and a full short story... so enjoy!!!

2008-02-19T04:26:00.000-08:00

Between Worlds

The thoughts, memories and desires of the citizens of Accurate lay open before her, allowing her to catch glimpses of their most personal thoughts and emotions and skimmed past. Half... she said or rather commanded and all at once all the images faded away. She sighed with relief. They were safe for another day. Suddenly, darkness flooded her vision and flames of blackest night engulfed her. As hard as she tried, she was helpless to free herself from her fiery tomb. The magnitude of this power dwarfed hers by tenfold. Suddenly with gut wrenching pain this dark entity ripped through her conscience, searching for what she knew of half. Slowly an image formed of a rural slum and a small plywood hut. Pleasure coursed through its very being. It had found what it was looking for. Seeing oppurtuniy in her foes momentary lapse of security she blasted it with scarlet fire, while instantaneously pulling herself away from this limbo and into reality. Blood dripped from her clenched fists and streaks of gray had spread through her once ebony black. This encounter had cost her dearly. She slowly to her sons bedside and shook him awake. ”Peire, we have got to leave. Before dawn, if possible. The black watch have found us.”

The blog begins

2008-02-19T04:19:00.000-08:00

Well, so starts my foray into the world of blogging,my dive in to the destinies of cyberspace. Be enthralled.So my basic concept is that every week, I will try to dish out a segment of a short story that me and my friend, eboy have begun to create, in order to gain exposure. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome. So with my next post, I will begin to post my short story.

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Hey

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Another Path

My Earphones on..

The blog begins