The Troubles Of A New Life.

Secondary school is a time of transition to most. Like some of us, we come from a school far away, away from our friends, our teachers but most of all, the environment in which we were brought up. of which the last point makes the most impact in the future. In the past, there was innocence in some school, while others were neglected and became delinquents.

Like in my primary school, the teachers inculcated a sense of justice in our minds, for that i thank them, but in secondary school, the hierarchy has changed, the air becomes more tense and everyone wanted to give a good impression to others, both to gain friends and to teach what they know, it is also to gain respect and become a "leader". What good is all these when one doesnt have ideals, or false ideals. Human nature is to always think they are right, but what ir right is what is gleamed from the insights of friends, what they think of you, thier comments, some of which may be bad, but are equally important to take heed. True friends are harder to make and find, until you have found a group that shares your interests and ideals and will CORRECT YOUR MISTAKES. it does not matter if one doesnt treat another like a friend, other people that have a good heart would naturally look out for you, whether you like it or not. they will try to correct your mistakes and teach you to do the right thing, no matter what you think of them after, what they did is good for you. Just like parents and children, while younger,we wondered why our parents punished us, nagged at us, it was all to teach us, to mould us into better persons, it is they who have experienced societies hardships. and they work hard for themselves and you, just like you should work hard for yourselves and them, not by showing results, but by showing that the morals have been taught succesfully. cheating for example is lying to oneself, to betray the trust that everyone has given, to give oneself false hopes that the test results is good and thier knowledge is great. Stop decieving yourself, wake up and start to strive for oneself. What is important is to be true to yourself, do not worry what others might think, but worry more about what you might become because of the fear of what others might think. Be yourself. Be honest to yourself.


Knowledge Is Power. Lying Is A Picture Of False Hopes And Power.

The Day It All Ends.

Today is a more relaxing day, in fact recently it has been a spate of ultra relaxing days, due to the constant heavy rain. The weather has become so much coolerm which is both good and bad, as cooling weather makes it nicer to study, but its even nicer to spend an afternoon sleeping alternatively. The last maths test will happen tomorrow and i hope i can at least get a 20 so i will get a b3 or so for A maths.

It is also relxing cos the school term is ending on such a goodnote, to me. This year is a much better year for me, maybe due to the impending O levels and the mental clock in my brain screaming warnings and alerts and blasting its head off. . . in my head. It tells me to wake up and study, or rather pay attention in class and work harder. This day seems to be an ending.

Another thing is that i have never ever ever seen someone get 28/30 for compositions, even J.K.Rowling would only get 27 because the length of the story that compositions allow you to write is so limited. That is so godly. If i could get 28 id immediately jump around like a madman.

Class drama was more or less a success, i wont say extremely good, but it was a class effort all the same and it managed to extract a few laughs from the audience, which is more like a reward itself than actually winning first prize. Its good to make people laugh. Fare share of irritable moments but in the end all went well.

Last thing, scammed bloody hell thing cost 34 bucks wtf, i can do my maths and i was scammed! screw it screw it! darn it! If i ever buy from that shop again, the shop keepers or attendents or some person that sets the price please gladly suffer 10 years of slapping.

Knowledge Is Power. Guard It Well.

HOLY

Weee WoooHooo! Finally a working chatbox! alas i know how to do something more "advanced" in my opinion. HAHAHHAH im just posting this post (its short) for the sake of congratulating myself for learning a lifeskill. Thanks to the friend that taught me step by step. OH yea! now i can spam my own chatbox. Yea its red, i love red, it stands for danger. thats why in the animal world, some plants are bright red, both to attract and to repel animals. attract to pollinate and repel to any would be herbivores.

A Day In Many Days.

What a day. When i finally decided to update the blog on stuff not related to stories, so many things happen which leaves me hardly any time to update. My com brokedown again, i think its due to the auto-overclocking thing that has been affecting my computer and making it unable to switch on properly. So now im using the lsightly slower but more reliable "mah broz kom" its more, reliable. -.- and hasnt failed once since we bought it years ago. the new computer is such an irritating thingamagik.

I am finally able to play DotA with less lag after such a long time from abstaining from gaming, 2 months? its a record for a DotA gamer like me, and ofcos i won. hehe. such a relief that my skills havent lessened abit since the time i last played DotA. The next part is about the class barbeque. I would guess that it was more or less a success, even people i didnt expect to go went to the barbeque, those that claimed that they would stay home, its so nice. barbeque had plenty of food, but it was more of playing and entertaining than eating the food that is there. volleyball, basketball, cards and the like, even wanted to go LAN after the barbeque but didnt. Now im back home facing this white screen typing away on the keyboard my bro bought. The rubberized keys give me such pleasure to type, morever the keys are very shallow meaning just press a little and the letters come out, makes for an easier type. refer to www.xwintermute.blogspot.com for a picture of the keyboard.

Now that i think of it. the fagging beanie still hasnt arrived yet, and probably never will. Its such a pity, i had high hopes for that particular thing. Damn'em. I want Teh freaking thing.


alright, its been quite a long post. i shall stop here and add more stuff another day.

Knowledge Is Power. Guard It Well.

N-other story.

Right here is another story. The title this time is called "Regret"


It was a lawless place, a place where the authorities had no power upon, a place filled with a thick haze of smoke. The occasional rat scuttled quickly from one hole to another, disappearing into the shadows. The acidic and pungent smell of a hundred sweaty bodies tightly packed in a tiny enclosed area, it was an awful place to be in, and yet it attracted many visitors daily. It was a gambling den, and i was part of it.

In order to find a quick solution to the monetary trouble at home, i walked a few kilometers daily to an illegal gambling den. Indeed it was illegal, but it was more like a gambling complex with its own private army, thus the lords of the land had no power to stop it, attempting which, they would have more trouble than they bargained for. Mostly i lost what i had brought, but when i won, the winnings were squandered away by the greed to earn more. Until the day when i ran out of money to squander. It was a hard decision to make. In order for me to win, i had to have a capital sum to bet with, of which now i had none. So in a moment of folly, when i was too desperate to win something to feed the hungry mouths of my family, I borrowed from the bandits who controlled the den.

I borrowed an enormous sum to bet with and i was sure i could strike a windfall and pay back what i owed plus interest. As if the gods were on my side, i won hundreds in the next few games/ Convinced that my luck was changing, i proceeded to the other tables. But it was not to be. Losing all the money, i was in an anxious state and instantly regretted the loan.

I spent the next few nights depressed and in a drunken stupor. I was greasy from the long hours i had spent at the tavern. when i finally decided to make my way home, i was barely even conscious, stumbling even on the smallest of obstacles. Then i became sober. I saw a fire consuming the farmhouse i called home. racing there with my mind in a mess, i tried to look fot traces of life, the humans which were my family that may have needed help. Searching i came to a slumped figure next to a cart. There was blood everywhere, his throat was cut and he had stab marks all over. I looked at the grisly scene and the spectacle of huge flames incinerating my house, and turning it to ash. A timber fell and a a half scorched piece of paper floated over. " payment accepted, it was nice doing business with you." The dark truth dawned upon me as i realised, in a moment of folly, i made a loan and failed to clear the debt, which resulted in such a dire consequence for my family. they must have taken them away, i thought. Sitting there beside the blazing inferno, I cried and cried, until the cinders were no more.

It was my fault, but the bandits had to pay for being so brutal. I looked up at the red sky, tears in my eyes and swore to the heavens that i will have revenge. I was only 17.

thats the end. but i may consider continuing this story. haha. nowadays i havent been posting much of my life compared to the stories that pop up. will try to put some stuff in the near future.

Knowledge Is Power. Hide It Well.

I Have No Talent For Post Titles.

Here's another one of those stories i wrote. This one is called "Codename: Tau"

It was the most difficult mission i had ever undergone in my years of service as a Special Covert Forces squad leader. The times had got harder and missions were more and more challenging. More men were rebelling. This mission was to infiltrate the Bio-terrorists' stronghold of Fell Creek in the disease ridden bogs of the Central Behlarusian Peninsula river basin and bring it down to prevent further trouble from the heretics. The mission was codenamed: Tau.

As we landed on a patch of dirt in a small clearing in the densest jungle in the world, I heard Corax cursing about this horrendously difficult task that we were going to embark upon and how impossible it seemed. But he immediately took a defensive position as sudden bursts of light flashed through the foliage and headed straight for us. I quickly issued commands to the team and we returned fire in an orderly pattern, perfectly synchronized volleys of laser fire erupted from out position and together with liquid fire, the hidden assailants were quickly silenced.

After a moment of peace, the team proceeded to scout the area and soon we were en route to the Fell Creek fortress. The way was relatively peaceful but it was by no means easy. We were knee deep in the filthy stinking muck that covered the entire area, a by-product of the human race, our filters were working hard to keep out the toxins that the muck emitted. As the looming shape of the fortress came into view, the equipment officer Kraege sent a few reconnaiscance probes to map out the terrain and internal structure of the buildings. It was by far the largest and most heavily guarded human complex i had ever seen and it was reeking with the stench of vermin that wished to be annihilated.

After the probes returned and conveyed the information to Kraege, he explained that it would take a gargantuan effort to bring the fortress down, not to mention a large and well placed amount of detonation charges. Then we broke cover and stealthily entered the complex through a sewage tunnel. Inside, it was a labyrinth and it took forever to place the charges at the correct areas because of the complexity of the building. As the squad cautiously made their way into the last designated area, Corax opened his mouth to speak, but was riddled with armor piercing rounds before he could even utter a word.

Soon all hell broke lose. Limbs flailed, bodies were ripped apart by bursts of fire, charred bodies slumped to the ground and screams and shouts filled the whole chamber as the squad engaged the terrorists while Kraege struggled to set the last charge.

After what seemed like an eternity, I signalled to surviving squadmates to pull back, but we were almost surrounded and heavily outnumbered, altough we outclassed them in terms of technology, training and firepower. The group split and while one retreated, the other gave covering fire. I was proud of my team that in the face of such difficult opposition, they could accomplish what they set out to do.

Metre by bloody metre, we fought our way out of the hellish interior of the fortress, losing all but three sqaudmates as they were cut down by the sheer numbers of the fanatical human terrorists. As we approached the bogs, Kraege flicked the switch and the charges detonated, destroying most of the complex fortress and vapourising its occupants. In front of the crumbling structure, i recounted the day as the last of the humans were slaughtered. It was the most arduous and difficult mission I had ever completed. It cost us plenty, but operation Tau was a success and it was for the greater good. With a flick of our tails, we disappeared back into the stygian darkness of the Fell Creek bogs.

The End.
Hope you readers like this too. haha


Knowledge Is Power.

Story?

Ok this here is a composition i wrote. Im going to post it and a few others on my blog, just to make it look more filled and not just a blank black wall with a small red patch at the top. This story is called"Ravenous"

There are many forms of hunger, hunger for power, hunger for fame and hunger for the riches the world has to offer, but the most primordial hunger is the hunger for food, for food that can fill the gullet and give strength.

It looked up from its meal and stared at the forest with cold piercing eyes. It raised its snout and sniffed the air around it. It was an almighty creature, but was cursed since birth, cursed with an insatiable hunger for food, its stomach a bottomless pit that could never be filled. It was once a very intelligent being, able to think clearly and rationally, but now, its mind was a blur, every feeling and emotion it once had was now covered by a thick and impenetrable fog, a haze. All except the longing for its next meal, which was left untainted and amplified by the absence of all other senses. It was a lonely entity, not cast out by nature, but cast out by its own hunger. Every creature he eventually befriended would inevitably be devoured by it. The only things it had for company was the forest, the trees and plants that covered the landscape, and yet even these silent observers would not be left untouched by the time it moved on.

It spotted a deer, a great deer, as great as a house and as beautiful as the setting sun, its fur a brilliant red dotted with brown. The deer was a majestic animal, even to a monster that only saw animals as food. After a second of admiring the great beast, it charged at the deer with fangs bared and claws outstretched, ready for the kill, to feast upon this unfortunate creature's flesh and to attempt to fill the void that was its stomach. The deer put up a fight, ramming it with the huge antlers on its head. A thunderous crack followed the attack, but it did not flinch, instead ripping at the deer with its lengthened claws ever more savagely.

After a short but fierce battle, it managed to bring down the great deer, and started to consume its flesh. Before long, it heard the slightest sound and its fur bristled, the sound was getting closer and it could make out the sound of cloth on dirt, the light thud on the earth and the cries of the plants. Soon more footsteps were heard approaching it, it seemed as if the footfalls were in no particular order.

A face appeared in the foliage and stared at it in shock and disbelief as much as fear and revulsion before the man was swiped away in a flurry of blood and fur, managing only a muffled scream. More men appeared and rush at it, surrounding it like a pack of wolves. They rushed at it, trying to inflict as many wounds as possible. In a flash, there were a hundred men around him, armed to the teeth and with killing intent. Then they all charged, everyone leaped towards him. It swung its mighty spiked tail and knocked a few away. Then he snapped its jaws, crushing another in its teeth. But before long, he was buried a tide of steel.

No wounds were mortal,but there were hundreds of individual wounds bleeding out its lifeblood. The haze in its mind had suddenly cleared and it could think again, for once it felt full, its hunger sated by death itself.


ok thats the end of it, hope you enjoy it, anyone that reads this. leave your comments if you wish.

Knowledge Is Power.

Unyielding

The good world has gone bad, and upon further reflection, i think its perhaps, or most likely due to the influence of humans, killing and burning and changing and extracting things, all for their own greed, never once thinking about the environment and giving back what has been taken. Its a sad sad story. And im sitting here, not doing anything, which makes me an equally bad ecological monster. The weather is still veyr erratic and changes widely, a few days ago some mountain in the scorching middle east just had a coat of snow covering its top. I wonder what the next ecological disaster will be? To save the world, I think its now or never, or it may already be too late.


chinese new year was a good time to earn some money and i did, whether from red packets or a little small scale gambling. Im still playing, but less and less and less and..you get my point. All for the goal to stop gaming this year and do other more active and sociable sports like..i dont know what. breaking? basketball? the sort? but itting in front of the screen still seems to be the best.

Knowledge Is Power.