Alone

The stinging rain, the biting cold, the salty tears, the aching heart.
It's a daze, thoughts a haze.
The mind is blank, eyes stare into space.
Nothing to be felt, nothing to remember.
Memories buried away, dreams pushed aside.
Aimlessly trudging, hopelessly lost.
Find a place to hide away, and never emerge into the burning light of day.
Every morning put on a mask to hide pain, come the lonesome night see it shatter and crumble.
Forceful laughter, faking smiles...

Alone again, naturally.

Fourth Message:

Voices behind me I hear, so I turned my head,
But then I awake, and find myself in bed,
"I swear it was her voice I heard!", I said to myself,
But I got up too quickly,
And hit my head on the shelf,
Stunned by the sudden blow to the brain,
I fell back to sleep, my skull pulsing with pain,
And then slowly, as the darkness envelopes me,
A faint glimpse of her face? No wait, now I clearly see!
Under a tree she sits there waiting,
A book she's reading, beside her a teapot steaming,
she said, "It's about time you got here, the tea's getting cold",
"Sit beside me, please if you would be so bold",
I sit myself down beside this lady,
She smiles, and tells me a story of her pet doggy,
I look up at the sky,
The clouds float by,
She seems happy as she continues talking,
Her arm is now around mine, I don't feel like waking,
The sky's now filled with the colours of the setting sun,
The girl continues talking, she's having fun,
The moonlight now shines a magical silver,
Lighting up the tree we're under,
The break of dawn I now see in the East,
She now turns towards me, and gives me a kiss,
And so I think it was then I'll say,
It was the beginning of forever and a day.



Next: A New Testimonial Friday Morning!

ZOMG, The great Blog of Death Resurrects...Again

Aye, unbela'veable as it musta seem, this 'ere blog 'ish being renewed its lifeforce. Arrr, matey.
It would appae'r that a boring-some berk such as ay' would be well and truuulay bored to me bones to verbituate and masticate, words and s'entences well struc'turd prior into 'orrible dishfigurements of vocabulaaary expulsions.

Well now, that really exercised my noodle to tha' core...the core...*cough*.

Almost a YEAR now since my previous entry, and well, LOTs of things have happened. Naturally.
Won't write it here of course. It'd take an entire year to write down what conspired to this poor sod the entire year. Then it would take another year in its entirety to write about how dumb it was to take an entire year writing a post about what had happened that entire year prior to the year of writing that post about the previous entire year...that made no sense.

Nutshell:
I came (in pain),
I saw (the finish line),
I conquered (graduated),
And then I bummed (and still bumming).

Bum('med) I have, bum('ming) I am, bum( on) I will.
...
Bummer.

And so time flew, and I forgot to take a crap again...

DUDES...
Long time since last posting. Been hibernating for donkey years now. I last left all you at my complaining at IBM. Well let me give you a quick update as to what has happened since that post.

Spent another 2 and a half months or so at IBM. Got to experience lotsa of stuff like free food, more free food, and not to mention free food. Finished of the project allocated to me. Unfortunately, it failed to work on my last day of work, on the plus side my boss was really happy with it eventhough there were still bugs. So, yay.

Score one for me for future reference and/or employment.

Had to hustle after that as I had to prepare to leave for the UK.
Still didn't feel like I was going to spend a year or less in an entire different country so far from home. I mean, the furthest I've ever been from home was like, Singapore (yes, call me lame).
Not knowing how to handle the basics of life like, cooking, washing, budgeting, banking, shopping, personal hygiene, and thinking straight, my family was undoubtedly worried as to whether I might end up being a hobo living on the streets of Newcastle.

I on the other hand was more worried if I could level my MapleStory character to level 40 in time before getting there.

My worries proved true. I only got to level 39 before hopping onto the plane.

After wondrously packing my things and managing to keep the weight under the limit, I left for the airport. My family and relatives sent me off at the airport. I'm pretty sure they felt a sense of loss now that I was going off for a year. I on the other hand, was still realizing the fact that I'm about to fly for 12 hours and whether I had a fear of flying.

Yay, gave my ticket, and got onto the plane. Excited, till I saw that my seat was in the middle of two others next to the window. Bummer. No window to look out of, and no aisle to get out to. The seats look like the backseats of a Kancil. I didn't even have room to lift my legs.
Got out the headphones and wondered at why they so stupidly designed the thing to be completely made out of plastic that when I put them on, they hurt my ears. Pretty boring flight all the way. Twas dark, so trying to look past the guy next to look out the window was a pointless affair. Was really tired but couldn't get any sleep. The headrest were so uncomfortable, my feet hurt, my back hurt, I was goin mental.

The cabin went dark to denote that we're supposed to sleep. The two next to me seemed comfortable enough sleeping. Especially when they occupied BOTH of my armrests. Watched an interesting Brit movie. 'Robots' then showed. I happily put on my headphones again to watch it, since I hadn't before...only to find that they were talking in Dutch. And yea, so I watched the entire thing, in Dutch...luistar eck djun...<-that doesn't really mean anything. Just looks like Dutch.

Gruelling test of my patience the entire flight was. Worse than the first few days at IBM. Nothing to do, nothing to see, nowhere to walk. I counted down the hours as the plane approached Amsterdam. Only much later, about an hour before landing, did I find the speaker cushions for the headphones in a little bag...stoopid. And only a couple of days ago, Seak Chiew just told me you could change the channels on the headphones, to get the movie in English...double stoopid.

After a time, times, and half a time, God graciously made the plane land in Amsterdam.
5 in the morning. Nothing was open.

I thought I could at least get my laptop out and start surfing, but NOOOOO. Wifi access here charges at 3 euro for 15 minutes. Daylight robbery I tells ya. With 3 euro I can surf for like 6 hours back home in any cyber cafe.
Waited till it was time to check in at the transit terminal to Newcastle.
Long story short...got on the plane, center seat between two people AGAIN, got off the plane, went thru customs, got my stuff cracked open, got out, met me friends, hopped on the Metro, got of at a station near Kah Yin's place, and.....
DRAGGED OUR LUGGAGE ALL THE WAY TO HIS APARTMENT FOR 15 MINUTES.
The ultimate test of quality. If the wheels break on the way, you know the suitcase sucks.
Got there, plopped down, tired.
Everyday after that has been spent walking around the town. Interesting place this is. Lots of things, lots of pubs/clubs. Very scenic.
And cold.

Went for a paintball session with 7 others yesterday. Consists of 7 maps altogether, 2 rounds each. Won't go into details, but it was fun, painful, and exhausting. I lost a lot during that session. Lost 40 pounds...in cash. Ouch.
Oh but hey, I got a cert stating our team got first place. Uh huh, 40 pounds for a piece of yellow paper.

So yea, that's it for now. There are lots of things to put down, but my fingers are tired, and I'm getting lazy.
For pictures, refer to: http://patricklze.myphotoalbum.com
for some pictures I snapped of Newcastle.

Till later,
Lateeeeeeeeeeer.

The PatMeister says goodbye in Geordie.

The ever fluctuating dead-alive state of a blog

Yeah, I'm baaaccckkk....
Been more than a month since my last post (man that's pathetic). So for the benefit of those who still pop by every now and again, I'm putting this post up and hopefully for the next one will be filled with more entertaining and less crappy material.

It'll be almost two months now since I entered the big I-B-M. Not too bad so far. Got to learn quite a lot of stuff. Not that any of it is in any way applicable or transferrable if I work somewhere else, but stuff nevertheless.

As I've probably mentioned before, time DOES seem to fly a lot faster than it usually does.
Blink, man it's a Monday.
Blink, dude! Friday tomorrow!
Blink, man it's a Monday.
And before I knew it, I realized that I have just a month and a half to go before I'll be flying to the big U-K.
My brain hasn't even registered that I have to go back to my studies (yes, working life CAN be that engrossing)

Well, that's it for now. I'm not feeling my crappy self to write distorted stuff. Maybe next time after I've had a cup of coffee...or three.

The PatMeister
...zings off, and crashes onto the bed...zzz

Conspiracy Theory

Well I didn't get my PC on Monday afterall. Tuesday morning was the promised time and day of delivery...so fiiine, I can wait that little bit longer.

Come Tuesday morning....
Everytime the office doors swing open, I would turn to look, expecting it to be the tech guy bringing in my spanking new PC. Hours later, I found out that my baby had come out funny due to a faulty cloning process and I had to wait awhile longer...I'd get it before lunch so they said.

Well lunch time came, and still no PC. I'm the only trainee left in this entire building without a PC. How sad is that? To wait around for more than a week doing nothing but reading books (not even fun ones mind you) that my eyes are starting to see funny colours and double images (or it could be the 10 cups of coffee I have everyday at work...). But the tech guy PROMISED that the PC will definitely arrive sometime Tuesday. Patiennnccce...

After lunch,
Hurrah! PC arrives! Really cool PC as well. Happy that I finally have something that emits radiation into my eyes the entire day, I got started at it immediately...only to find that this spanking new PC is so sickeningly screwed up, it needs a spanking. Can't download, can't use my devices...dang.

Problem persisted until time of writing, when after frantically trying to fix the problem myself, I decided that it was time for someone else to frantically solve the problem for me. Called for help, and help had a hell of a time trying to fix them issues. Didn't really fix it at the end of the day. Had to work around it. So now, I have a PC that's ready for work and nothing else. Man, that sucks...and I had brought in tonnes of cool stuff to install too.

Bah, it's a plot against me to be impressive I tells ya. Making me wait around for an entire week doing nuthin' but staring at the floor and the green panelling of my desk (pictures of the office to come soon) and boooring books besides. And when my PC DOES arrive, I'm greeted by a host of problems no one seems to get. Yeah, it's been an exciting start in the corporate life of working in IBM. But I guess anything is better than nothing (like making 10 trips to the lounge and sipping free coffee). I honestly can't wait to start work. And by work, I mean REAL WORK.

Duuuuuude, another three months to go.

A New Aspect of Self-Torture

I stare off into distant space that is as distant as that not-so-distant wall across my desk in the distance. If there was a clock nearby, I'm sure the tick tick tick would have been so deafening and nauseating that it would've put me into a state of twisted nirvana. Nothingness. Ah, yes that is the perfect definition of the current torturesome situation. With nothingness comes boredom, with boredom comes impatience, with impatience comes Help-I'm-Freaking-Out-Here, and with H-I-F-O-H comes the ultimate form of non-deadly, non-violent, torture.

A week ago, I was well convinced that my life for the next three months was to be lived out as bum. But due to an unfortunate turn of events, most of which I ironically had hoped for, I was fired from the position of Bum, and starting 3 days ago, I now hold the title of IBM Malaysia, ASEAN TSS, Techliner Industrial Trainee. In short => low-paid dweeb.

Now due to the inherently long process of having to put in a request for PC to use in my office, I have been put through the worst kind of torture any person that is within the technological line (read computer nerd) can be put through. The lack of an object called the computer. Yeah, sure they do provide some materials to study up upon so that we can get better acquainted with the job and all, but seriously... having to sit down for 3 days (and more, since my PC only comes at the end of the week. Yay, joy) with nothing to do but READ, for 9 hours++ in a day is mind-numbing. Can't even go to sleep if I wanted to. Why you ask? Well it could be because I'm sitted at a place where EVERYONE passes by, and...my boss sits just about, close. I've done so much reading that I'm beginning to see double, and everyone moves in bullet-time.

THANK GOODNESS my PC is coming on Friday (if it doesn't, I'll murder the guy up in tech).

Disclaimer: I am in no way implying that working at IBM is bad or that IBM does not efficiently run its company. This is just a comment made by a disgruntled trainee who under IBM policy is not considered an employee of IBM thus any comments made against IBM are not to be taken seriously.

(okay, there happy? uhhh, you can take the gun out of my face now...)

Masterpiece updates:
I hear that the product has been released to a privileged few. If you haven't gotten it yet, well boo-hoo.

PatMeister signs off and hopes to have enough living brain cells left by the start of next week.

Otaku Rulez or The Product of Boredom

The Pat says:
When you have nothing better to post, don't.

But the Pat also says:
I'm bored, so I'm posting anyway.



So three cheers for useless image postings. Yay.

Shtar Warts

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

[start opening theme]
Star Wars III...and a half

After a long period of waiting for life to pass by, the young Anakin Skywalker became a not-so-young Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi decided to keep a beard so that he could look more like Alec Guinness. Many years have passed since we last saw him, although it has only been 3 years in our time, but you know how time passes differently when it comes to different worlds and what not, so that doesn't really matter. Anakin *cough*GAY*cough* has gotten a terrible flu. In fact, it's so terrible that he has started making funny wheezing noises that sound like 'shhhhh....HAAAAA....sssshhhh...HAAA' which really drives Amidala up the wall at night (get yer filthy half-mechanical hands off my Amidala you git!) OR it could be the oxygen mask that Anakin seems to be taking a liking to ever since that visit to Palpatine's office. We now continue the story, right after Anakin and Amidala finally decide to sell Jar Jar Binks to a passing-by slave trader from Tatooine...

Ah yes, I had wanted to wait until it was exactly a month since the last posting but I guess I just couldn't help myself. YES, it is that time again! If you're still asking WHAT time is that by the end of this sentence, please press the BACK or the EXIT button on your browser right now and hit yourself in whatever place hurts you the most because I have already made an effort to make this sentence ridiculously long enough for you to figure out what time I'm actually talking about because I really don't like having my readers coming and suing me for asking them to hit them where it hurts just because they couldn't figure out something by the end of a sentence.
The story finally comes full circle this Thursday when we see how the *cough*gay*cough* Anakin finally becomes a chronic asthmatic that dons a bio-hazard suit that would make people working in nuclear power plants envious. Just way too bad I can't get tickets for opening day this time. Managed to get it for the last two, but ah whatever. I'll just have to slay some innoccent movie-goer for the ticket then. Welcome to the dark-side.

Masterpiece Updates:

The pathetic little scribes messed up on the great manuscript. They wrote it in French. So don't expect to read it anytime soon. The next copy might come out in Sanskrit for all I know.

Speaking of stories, go find a copy of Star Warts if you can find it. No, not a parody of Star Wars. The story holds its own pretty well but some of you might have iffies reading through some minor adult content. Cool story nonetheless. If you findss it, I wantss it.

Until next time, may the opposing expulsion of energies be with you...

(edit) I killed a guy carrying 5 tickets for Star Wars with my torchlight (closest thing to a lightsaber that I could find, couldn't slice him though, had to thump him senseless with the back of the torch) so now I AM GOING on opening day! Yay, center seats with THX goodness!

The Meister Is Back

Drumroll...

after a month of unexplained silence, of solitary confinement, of not taking a crap in the blog...

THE PATMEISTER RETURNETH FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS BEDROOM!

Yes, it has been a loooong one month of silence from our cult of lame bloggers, okay some died for longer periods than I. But no fear! This blog isn't dead after all!
Cuuuurrrse you fiendish mockers who uttered false prophesies of the demise of this log of retarded collection of English words!
What better way to arise from stagnantation, then to speak once more on the very date that I'd spoketh last! (add a month)

But. Oh yes, there is a BUT. But alas! I have to take my leave thus once more for a time, times, and maybe half a time; or three-quarters if I feel like it. A great masterpiece is in the works once more. Behold the time will come when my scribes upon finishing their pitiful duties of penning my great work (as well as the occassional scrubbing of the toilet floor) that this great masterpiece will then be revealed to the chosen few (who are they, I have no clue).
For those of you who know of this masterpiece, you will know in time the full-blown monstrosity of its greatness, and for those of you who knoweth not of what I speak to you, and are still in the dark, yet will like to discover MORE about such wonders...


you will continue to be in the dark


and so this was how it was, and is, and maybe I should just stop and go to sleep.

A New Beginning

Water dripped down from the outlet of an old lead pipe protruding from the upper-left corner of the wall before me, a liquid metronome hitting upon the grey cement floor. I sat up from the mat on the floor I had laid down to rest on and stared entranced by the sight of the water drops falling into a shallow shimmering pool. 'Plop' ticks the drip of water. Down here in the 14th level sewer, one does not see much of anything that is beautiful to gaze at. 'Plop', there it goes again. Beautiful in its simplicity; a deformed conical-shaped bulb of water. The gloomy light around me drawn into it, then magnified brilliantly through the liquid glass before it hits the floor, shattering the crystal teardrop into another dozen droplets of light.

Another day begins in Mason City, but for us, 'Lower Dwellers', another day never means much. Just more grey walls, musty air, and the prospect of finding good garbage the Surface Dwellers waste. After the global 'One World' revolution a century ago, the cities of Earth were spruced up and given a technological facelift. The dream of one man to eliminate the backward technology, unstable politics, fluctuating economic system and global poverty became a reality in a span of three decades. His principles were easily adopted by the masses, and his views became their beliefs. Ridding poverty was the finale of his dreams of utopia, but alas, he died before achieving it. His successor was not as wise as he was though indeed, poverty was somewhat 'solved' by him. Solved, meaning people like me and the rest of the poor have to move out of the way so that the rich can occupy the surface, leaving a virtually 'povertyless' society. The Surface Dwellers live in all of their splendour and grandeur not having to worry about anything. Meanwhile, the people down in the depths of the sewers have to spend time worrying just about surviving. Survive the day, the week, the month, the year, till it becomes a burden to live. Yet, live we still do, and strive to keep on doing so even in a constant state of suffering.

There are many places likes this sewer scattered everywhere; levels upon levels of 'reconditioned' sewers to house the poor. My level is by far the deepest and the most secluded. Even so, it thrives with life. The central cavern of the sewer houses the biggest underground town in the state. Trash from above is collected and recycled into buildings, at least our version of buildings, where living quarters for the appointed leaders of the town, eateries, trade-stores, and entertainment centres are placed. Ancient neon lights light up the walkways, and occasionally by a standard lightbulb. These are powered by an abandoned mini-reactor the engineers got working. Though the lights and the sounds thrill the people, in the depths of our hearts, we still wished of how it would be if we could see the 'real light', the unknown sunshine and its warmth the old books of poetry talked about.

A makeshift television hooked-up to the surface brought us distressing news. The newsreader read without emotion, revealing no concern for the content he was presenting. The Surface Leaders have decided upon a selective extermination programme of the 'sewer-rats'. Apparently, the surface was slowly but surely getting overcrowded with the spurt in population growth, and thus, their development plan would now begin to move from the surface, downwards. Meaning all that there is below the surface would have to go. The pipes, the trash, the old train lines, and the people. The newsreader continued on that the first stage of the extermination process would commence at the first area targetted for development. Blueprints were shown on the screen of the selected site. It strongly resembled our sewer. In fact, it was exactly like it. No one moved, no one breathed. Silence hummed among the people. The newsreader continued the programme with a special report on how the new fashion of flamingo-feather hats was grabbing the nation by storm. Someone turned off the television. Still was the air, you could hear a pin drop. Then, realization settled in, and everyone panicked all at once. Screaming, shouting, people muttering here and there; the men were cursing, the women betwixt and between despair and anger just wailed out loud...an orchestra of terror playing its notes, echoed throughout the town.

It is amusing how good the acoustics are in the sewers. Energy gunfire and grenades exploding made a collection of noises morbid to the senses. A single Exterminator was all that was required to wipe out a level of sewer inhabitants. It would not be long before ours reached the 14th level and started the cleansing. We had no where to run. The only way out was up, but that was the last place anybody would want to be right now. Another bout of gunfire echoed down to us. We had to make a stand and fight for our lives. I mean, one single exterminator could not possibly withstand 4000 people armed and ready to kill, right?

Hiss! The access elevator doors opened with streams of condensing gas leaking from outlets by the sides. The bright white light from inside the elevator cast a glow upon our nervous bodies as we waited for the devil within. It emerged, armed to the teeth. Powerful glow-torches protruded from the being's shoulders, inspecting the victims before it. The chunk of armour took a few steps forward and raised the weapons it carried whilst doing so. All of us tensed up and prepared to either flee or run straight on. It held up another gun at the same level as the first. Somehow, maybe out of bravery or sheer stupidity, I cried out to him to stop.

"Wait!" my voice shot out with an obvious tinge of fear, "Reconsider before you act. How can you bear to live doing an atrocity such as this? Spare us, please!". Fool! Daft! What in the blazes do you think you're saying!, I thought to myself.

It lowered its weapons. It removed its helmet. The 'it' was a man with grey eyes and a square face, jaw firmly locked. He wore a grave look on his face. His deep voice replied with authority.

"My orders are these, and these I follow. But know this, I take no pride in what I do now, but I am under oath to follow the orders of my superiors. That is that."

"Look around at the people before you," I replied, "These people are the same as you. We breathe, we eat, we think, we live, how can you destroy that which is the same as you? Being a Lower Dweller does not make us any less human than you."

He shook his head and as he lifted his weapons once more, "I admire your courage young one. You are the first to have ever defied me. Die well."

I gasped at the sight of looking down the barrel that would bring my end. Time stopped for a moment. That faint dripping noise ticked slower. Plop. Will my life end this way? Plop. I closed my eyes anticipating the cold ray that would end my miserable life.

Just then, a child who was playing nearby caught sight of him and ran towards him. It was the little girl who sold flowers, mere weeds with little flowerets actually. Too young to comprehend the danger of the situation, she came up to him and brought out a weed.

"Want to buy a flower stranger?" her voice chimed sweetly and gently. All of us watched in fear of what might do to her. His trigger finger stopped and his gaze averted towards the girl. The moment seemed like an eternity. The little girl's eyes shone with a magical light only children seem to have. Captivated, he bent down on one knee and took the weed from the little girl's hands. His armoured gauntlet almost crushed the little weed as he took it. He brought it up to the level of his eyes, and gazed at it.

There is not much beauty to be found in the tunnels and caverns of the dank sewers. Beauty is rarely found, but when it is, it is like a rare gem, a thing of magical quality that it could exist in such a hellhole. He had just stumbled upon one of the greatest beauties in the sewer. Life itself.

Demeanor changed, he looked back at the still quivering me and said with a slightly defeated look on his face, "They are going to have my head for this when I get back up. This will not only mean the end of my career, but my life as well." Sighing, and with a little smile he continued, "You are spared".

No reaction. Quietness. Silence. It had not begin to sink in yet.

Jubilation erupted among the people. The man got up and turned to leave. "You know, you don't have to back," I said. "Death may await you above, but a life here we can provide you, though meagre compared to what you used to live in."

At that, he stopped in his tracks. He turned and smiled. He began his way towards the town, people parading around him. He, who was our enemy was now our friend. A slave of 'justice' from the systems above. Now, with him on our side, maybe things would start looking up. A new avenue had been opened in our quest to fight back the atrocities of the surface, and this just might regain our lives above. Meanwhile, for him, though he had lost everything and his life as knew it, I knew it was not the end, but the beginning of a new life for him.

Edited from the original. I wrote this during my first semester English composition exam when I was in Form 5. The title of the topic was to write a composition that ended with the sentence "..I knew it was not the end, but the beginning of a new life for him.". Unfortunately, my other exam compositions for the following semesters weren't as great. Having slightly more than a hour to write such stories is a bummer.

Re-Delay Re-Delay Re-Delay...

OK, so that 'tomorrow' deal was a little longer than I had expected. 'Twas typing out halfway when something came up. I told myself I'd do it after, but quickly forgot about it...till like...a couple of days ago. SO...I'll try to get it done by tomorrow...hopefully...cross yer fingers and hope that the world doesn't end tomorrow so that you can read the crap I wrote.

I'm still considering whether to actually go with the parody of Lord of The Rings, in a gangsta 'hood style... yeah, like Frodo being Lil' Fro B., and Gandalf = Grey Geezer. Need to research more on slang and stuff...
Till later...laaaater.

Delay Delay Delay...

Ack, typing out the story is taking a little longer than I thought. Too many distractions cropping up. Expect it to be done probably tomorrow.
Over and out. *Bzzzzzzzzzz*

Nonsense Abounds

There was a time when I was young where I really liked to write. I'd get out my unused exercise books, and start writing stories (along with lame illustrations). Alas, I never got to finish any of them. All of them were left at the first or second chapter when I realized they sounded like crap. Well, I was only a primary school kid at that time anyway.

Even in my school essays (and yes, even the exams) I would refuse to write on rational, argumentative topics, and instead go for ones like:
'Write an essay that ends with this sentence.."and that was the worst day of my life."'
or something like that. I liked letting my creative juices flow, eventhough not many of my teachers could appreciate it much. I guess to some extent, my essays were starting to sound rather cliche, as I copied ideas from different authors.

If you're wondering why I'm rambling on about this, paaatience, it's coming in a bit...

Regardless of whether or not I have any talent in writing at all, I still like to write. Would've liked to have become a novelist of some sort if I didn't keep cringing at my own works. Even now, although the creative juices and my command over my vocabulary isn't as great as before, I still enjoy crapping out nonsense with these bony appendages called fingers here. The blog is a testament to that I suppose.

Okay now I'll get to the point. Since I have basically no life to talk about, I'm gonna have to just create something interesting worth posting here. I've just realized that this here blog is a great place to place all my junk stories that I've written and will write. Yeah, that's right. So eventhough nobody reads this blog, it's pretty cool to have a place to pin up stories eh? So over the next couple of weeks, or years, this blog MIGHT have a special story column every other 'time' or so. By 'time' meaning an unknown variable interval. To start off, I'm gonna post one of my works that actually, sounds pretty OK. Wait for it in a couple of days. Then after I may start an online novel. Uh huh...I'm thinking yet another parody of Lord of The Rings...yeaaah. Go read Bored of The Rings...it's cool.