Hangman

Friday, November 30, 2007

Here it goes again!

Ok so super mario galaxy. Undoubtedly, the greatest platform game of the year, if not of previous years. Seriously, this is the best game on the Wii to date (in Australia anyway). The graphics are good, the sound is good (somewhat reminsce of the other marios), the story is somewhat ughhhh, but the gameplay ohhhhh the sweet, sweet game play it is (ironically) out of this world.

One of the greatest things about this game is that they've kept alot of the old characters. Which from the vast array of mario games out there you'd think that they are getting repetitive and boring. However so far I've found myself strangely reminded of super mario bro's 3, with the bringing back of Bowser Jnr and their floating pirate ship armada.

Anyway, when you think of what this game may be like, think super mario 64 and times it by a million! (super mario 64million) Except now through in inverted views and a tottally warped understanding of gravity (which will make you sick at times) and you have yourself a killer game.

Also there is a mass abundance of mini-games, changing of costumes, and more types of monsters you can poke a stick at!

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Boss: Bouldergeist!
Dave

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Zzzzzz...

Quick list of things:
- My Brother Arrives (2 days)
- Going to Perth (12 days, Technically 11)
- Going before the Tribunal (Next Week)
- Christmas (27 days)
- Working (The next 10 days)

Other Notes: Fractured nose, worried about staying in Perth "alone" (never done that before), worried about what my part is in the whole tribunal thing (things might turn real ugly).

So yeah forgive me if things get heated, whiny, or otherwise over emotional. It's weird how life changes pace so suddenly. One second I'm laying on the couch watching some prime daytime tv with a beer in one hand and the other hand nestled within a bag of chips. Yes, that is the life or at least it was. Now I've been put on busyness code red, slightly higher than code magenta.

Anyway, I guess I should explain the whole internet relationship thing. I mean I'm a decent enough guy, easy on the eyes, good personality, and all that. Nothing overly special, but I've always assumed that I could go out and pick up a girl off the street and I have no doubt that I could. Though, I don't know whether it's my terrible history with girls, or that I'm looking for a relationship rather than a fling. I don't know, all I do know is that she ,Stephanie, came into my life. I enjoy her company, I enjoy her looks, I just enjoy her. So in saying that I mean, I didn't choose it to be an internet relationship, neither of us did. It just happened.

Till Tomorrow
Random Game I Bought: Super Mario Galaxy (remind me to tell you what an awesome game it is tomorrow)
Dave

Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Things to note;
1. The blood dribbling out of my nose.
2. The swolleness of my nose.
3. The swollen upper lip
4. The intent to kill the mofo who did this.
and
5. The horrible attempt at growing a mustache for movember.

On the topic of point five, this is my attempt of drawing what Stephy would look like with a mo.


For all those wondering, I've never met Steph before, we met online....

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Person Showing Kindness: Frank
Dave

Monday, November 26, 2007

Gunnagetcha

Haven't put up a blog in couple of days, just because I don't think anyone - including myself - can keep up with the excessive deterioration of the standard due to the fact that my holidays suck. Well things are a getting a bit spicy at the moment. I apologize for any mistakes, because I'm so dosed up pain medication I hardly know whats even going on. Really, I should be in bed.

So here were everything stands, in fifteen days I'm flying to Perth for a week, to meet a girl that I have been deeply, madly in love with for the past 5 months now. Which is totally unlike me, considering I've never met anyone like this before, let alone fly anywhere on my own. So yeah kind of worried about that.

Next, my brother comes home in five days. He's been in Japan for the last one and a half years. His company went bust so he's coming home, that should be cool though. The last thing I would want right at this moment would be an injury right?



Well, that's what I got after spending several hours in the hospital I found that I had received a fractured nose. From some dirty dirty dirty underhanded baseball, in fact it wasn't even baseball. Let me explain, from the diagram the runner can only run that line called the Runner's Path, if he runs off that line he should be out immediately. I did this maneouver called a pick off and caught the runner off guard, and started to chase him down. So, eventually he fell for my dummy throw and had no where to run to. Then, he charged me. The faggot charged me. I got a shoulder to the nose and fell like a brick, unconcious for a couple of seconds. Woke up in a pool of my own blood.

So yeah, hurray for idiots, what makes it worse is that the umpires did nothing. He should of been thrown out of the game. Now I have an appointment with the judiciary to get the guy suspended. Anything he gets will be a slap on the wrists though.

Anyway Till Tomorrow
Random Joke Someone Made About My Swollen Nose: Hey, now you look half Jewish.
Dave

Thursday, November 22, 2007

I Am A Simple Man

I love a good story,a tale, a myth. Something that sucks me in deep and then punches me in the nuts and says "YOU SON OF A BITCH" in that deep Governator voice as seen in the predator. I've heard a few good ones recently, as well as some oldies which I'll unleash upon you guys. I know I'm just scribbling them down here and will hardly do them justice but here goes. Enjoy.

A man returning from work decided to take a short cut, which ironically was a long cut because of the traffic. Someone had crashed there car into a tree, without any emergency services around this man decided to take a look. See if he could help at all.

There was a woman trapped in her car, crushed by her steering wheel. She could barely talk, so this man called 911 and talked to the dieing woman. Asked if he could do anything, she replied "Call my husband." Thus, he mediated the conversation between the woman and her husband, the call ended with a husband in tears and the last words of the woman "I love you," as she was carried away by the paramedics. Though there was nothing they could do, she died before they made it to the hospital.

The man destroyed his phone that night.

I'll post up another abbreviated story tomorrow, love y'all peace out!

Random Artist: Graham Nash
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Late Night TV

Late night TV advertisements are...distracting, if you know what I mean.
Though there are good TV series re-runs on. Like Everybody Loves Raymond and My Wife and Kids. Good entertainment for when I can't sleep. But then there's the bad ones like Passions. So freaking dramatic. Ewww. I remember having to watch it before the cartoons started when I was in primary school D:

I had to do an oral on a monologue for English. Dave pointed out this one for me, so here it is:

This monologue is from the Quentin Tarantino’s pop cult classic Kill Bill Volume 2. In which the protagonist Beatrix Kiddo swears revenge on ex-lover Bill and his gang The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad for killing her fiancĂ©, Tommy Plimpton, and friends at her wedding rehearsal. Beatrix once called herself a Deadly Viper, but in the wake of falling pregnant with Bill’s child she left the business in the hope of leading a “normal” life for the child’s security. This scene in the film is just after Bill injects Beatrix with truth serum. He tries to make a point before it starts to take effect.

Bill: As you know...I'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology...The mythology is not only great, it's unique.

Beatrix: How long does this shit take to go into effect?

Bill: About two minutes. Just long enough for me to finish my point. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S" -that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak...he's unsure of himself...he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.


School will officially be out on Friday, my last exam. Wish me luck.
Random thing my Mum bought me: Banana shaped paper clips
Good night
Steph

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

This Is Me Writing....

-Hey daddy, look I'm writing, I'm doing it, I'M DOING IT.
-Yeah well you're doing a terrible job at it.
-Oh yeah? Lets see you write? huh... huh!
-Umm... let's see. Once upon a time...
-Boring
-Okay, BANG YOU'RE DEAD!
-Too exciting
-Ugh, you're such a horrible kid you know?
-Oooooo I like where this is going
-yeah? And your feet smell like dog poo, and your face is so ugly we have to replace every mirror you look at!
-I'm FEELING IT! Thank you sir may I have another!
-AND I ATE ALL YOUR CAKE
-....Asshole

Welcome to my head.

Till Tomorrow
Random Breakfast: Waffles
Dave

Monday, November 19, 2007

Another Boring Day....

Well, okay, semi-boring. Filled up with getting my social fix from MSN and mental stimulation from playing games and writing (story's not complete...). Though a big part of the day was finalising my trip to Perth, which should rock and I am looking forward too it.

Me and my mum were talking about it, and she goes "Oh Dave the risk taker" I gave her a strange look. Not because that was the weirdest thing she could of said. Just because she is totally wrong. I'm Mr Conservative here. Never traveled alone before, don't like needles, don't like heights, don't like creepy crawlies, don't like to drink too much, don't like to be scared, don't like roller coasters. So yeah, Mr Risk Taker isn't exactly the right title for me...

Well my dad's birthday today, happy birthday to you (even though you don't know that this exists!). We had nothing less than a grand royal ceremony where even the queen, kevin rudd, and johnny howard all got up on our dining table and started to do the chicken dance. Ok, so maybe not, but he did get a nice cake which I was fortunate to have half. Next stop obesity....

Random Fruit: Orange
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Varta

Sometimes you just got to sit back, relax, and analyse your life, your past, your future.That's when you realise... just what the hell is going on! Give me a second to think of an obscure metaphor.... umm.. Think of the luckiest and happiest (and best) guy in the world, now put him in the 16th century, and then sentence him to a life of torture. That's my life. Think about it.

I heard a good saying the other day, I like quotes, makes you sound wittier than you actually are just like when you're writing big words into your assignments. Like the word abating, no one actually says abating. Anyway saying:
Everything great that has ever been created was by someone who was too dumb to realise it was impossible.

I dunno, I don't have anything funny to write about. I need some stimulation. I think I'm going to write a story tomorrow. So yeah I'll save all my good words like conglomerate for tomorrow.

Till Then
Random Thing I Should of Added: A Picture.
Dave

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Come Back Tomorrow

No blog today, I wrote one but I don't want to share it with you guys. A little too personal, and as much as I'd love to share it with you it contained some ranting on people close to me. I don't really want to rag publicly on them, so no post today.

Random Card in my Wallet: Blue Card for Child Related Employment.
Love ya lots
Dave

Friday, November 16, 2007

White Madness

Work was work, exciting yet painfully dull at the same time. Like riding a train when it's stopped at the station, you know what I mean? Although I guess I would be at home playing games and stuff otherwise so it's good to get out of the house and get some money in the back, front, and side pockets. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge.

I like money. It's my friend.

I found out that the cleaner complained about me to my mum, saying that I have too many clothes on the floor. Which by too many she means one shirt. Apparently she only wants to clean whats already clean (i.e. the rest of the house) and leave the parts untouched (i.e. my rooms). Ugh, that annoys me, the title isn't called cleaner for nothing, you gotta get your hands dirty some of the times. Don't like it? Choose another profession.

Part of my job entails looking over peoples machine scannable answer sheets for a multiple question exam. Okay, now seriously people how hard is it to fill in this form? First though lets set some ground rules.
1. Family Name and Surname are one and the same.
2. Family Name and Surname means your last name only.
3. Your initials are your first and middle names, for some reason Nathen Bidewild had the initials JJ what the hell son.
4. You only scribble in the right answer. Yes somebody decided that every circle but the right answer should be mark. He called up later.
"Uhhh... I've done something stupid."
"Yes you have."

Following these guidelines you're sure not going to annoy someone like me.

Random Thing I Want To Do: Sleep
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Drew Lok Meh Shazam!

Make sense of that title... I dare you. Prepare yourself for the ramblings of a twelve year old as I attempt to write a blog on the worse part of being half sober. Hey, at least I'm sort of finding the right keys... maybe. I'll find out tomorrow, probably around the same time you do.

Anyway I had stuff to right about, how like most of you I hate my job. Such a monotonous drudgery of a thing. It's like if you were to eat pie, and nothing but pie and continually to eat pie for the rest of my life... That was my day. Except not exceptionally good pie like four and twenty, more like home made stuff where the crust is like rusted cardboard. Admittedly cardboard can't rust but if it did you can imagine how bad it would taste.

Lastly friggen chris and his info services routine, I blame him for the ultimate destruction of todays crave train. We were destined for greatness, beyond greatness perhaps maybe even world domination with our awesome rhyming skills (that thrillz) and sexy physique (mine more so than chris) as well as awesome sense of humour, that no one else gets. Together like pinky and brain, except we will be successful. I just can't help leaving this blog without some sort of phallic overture so here goes:
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
is that the restaurant across the road?
Nolan says:
yep
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
I'm sure he gets plenty of italian suasage there
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
and not the type you eat... well not the type you find on a pizza
Nolan says:
hahah
Nolan says:
not the type u wanna find on a pizza
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
unless it's a sexy pizza
Nolan says:
u up for a sexy pizza for lunch?
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
yeah why not
Nolan says:
so our options r hot italian sausage, a long 12 incher, sushi or the duckman

Random Colour Dress: Yellow
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Trapped in a Box!

Hello, my name is David and I'm twenty years old, pleased to meet you. How lame does that sound. Ever introduced yourself lately? Why not put a spin on things, Tell people that you're a contract killer? Tell them that you're over 300 years old, though you hide well. Or better yet, just tell them that they will die in the next fifteen minutes and wish them a pleasant rest of their short life. Either way, make an impression, people forget you otherwise and that's not cool.... not cool at all.

Since it's that time of year, actually I'm probably a bit late, for all those doing exams, I wish you the very best of luck. If you're already done then I wish you all the very best of good times of getting wasted and enjoying your holidays in whatever way, shape, or form you deem necessary.

Lastly, what is up with my dad and calling at the worst times? Yesterday, I was playing my game which I long forgot and get up to this mega boss and in the middle of the fight he calls. Gah, way to ruin the whole immersive experience. Next thing I know today I'm cooking lunch put it in the microwave for two minutes halfway through BAM! Get another call... it's always about the most minuscule things that I really don't care about as well. It just annoys the hell out of me.

Random Book I'm Reading Again: Mossflower
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I Don't Know.... Evs

So I'm looking at the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to grab it's overly large and cumbersome wooden plank and slap me several times around the forehead.... So far, no luck. So I guess it's another crappy day, with another crappy blog. Let's face it my holidays are boring. Where other people would be out on the beach, meeting friends, and other possibly eventful activities. I sit at home alone, playing games... Kind of depressing.

That being said I did get to spend the day with a special someone, and that made it all the more worth while. Yes, my dog bear, if you are reading this that is you. Anyway a mate of mine was reading about a job opening as a game writer for bioware's new MMO. He convinced me to give it a shot despite my lack of experience both as a writer and as someone from the industry but evs(whatever) right?

Last but not least was Steph's amazing giggle fit, which in itself was absolutely hilarious. She must have giggled for at least five minutes, and I don't know if you've ever found yourself in a similar situation but I couldn't help but to surrender myself into a monstorous rage of laughter myself. So there we were a couple of idiots laughing non-stop, to the point where Stephy was grasping for air. Maybe this should be introduced as a new assassination technique? Maybe I shouldn't have told you that.... Don't kill me I have so much to give.

Random Movie I'm Boycotting: Saw 4
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Monday, November 12, 2007

Under Appreciated and Annoyed

Today I spent the majority sleeping and playing computer games. I came to the sad realisation that this will be my life for the next four months, or however long this ridiculously long holiday goes for. Minus of course, my brother coming home, and brief stint in Perth if things keep going the way that they are. Though it's on days like these that my mind begins to wonder and over analyze things, making them worse than they appear.

Ever wonder if dogs think like us? I doubt it, they're so silly creatures. I mean who/what in the right mind would want me to rub my grubby hands all over their skin? Absolutely no-one. Minus of course, my dogs. Though do you think dogs ever realise what their doing? Or they just do it and don't really care about the consequences. You really should try it out sometime. How? Take a dump on your best mates carpet. Have sex with a complete stranger. Come on! Experience life as a dog!

Anyway that's all from me today, a bite size 'think about this' has now been officially inserted up your nose and into your brain. Making it that oh so tiny bit bigger. Or maybe it's been a complete waste of time... Probably the later.

Random Quote: A failure is a man who has blundered, but is not able to cash in on the experience. (Elbert Hubbard)
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Are You The One

Thus ends another week, with a day much like all days. I'm still looking for the fantastic day that will redefine me as a man. Don't think it will come for a while by the looks. Maybe 27 days, if you know what I mean. Which you don't, I'll inform you later... Maybe, if you're lucky. Which if you're reading this you most probably arn't, just think of all the mysterious goodness that you're missing out on by reading my thoughts, feelings, and other rubbish which no one should give a dam about.

Today, however, I learnt the down side of having a wireless mouse, minus the whole battery conundrum, which is when the stuff goes the wrong the way and you get mad/upset/frustrated and you're holding an ergonomic mouse in your hand. Let me just say, the desire to hurl this bad boy into the wall/through the window was phenominal. Seriously, I need a wired mouse... quickly.

Anyway in too much pain to talk much more, I'm wondering why I play baseball when I end up like a dead man at the end of the day. Sort of doesn't make it worthwhile in the long run. Oh well, some people get there kicks by sniffing their babies ass (scotty) while others feel the need to go zorbing(allison).

Random Place I Want To Be: Anywhere but here....
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Hurr, Stand on Moi Tunnl!

Holidays, the time that haunts every working man, woman, and child. The time they long for within the confines of their cubicles, classrooms, or other daily prison cells. It is also the time where people don't know what the hell to do with themselves, and get lost in the dull drudgery of doing nothing. All of your self purpose and willingness to get off your butt dissapears with a whisper of the word holidays.

That's where I'm finding myself right now, yesterday I tried to fill that hole by buying a couple of games for my Wii. It was either that or get a xbox 360, since my bro bitches at me everytime I mention the later, I decided to get the games. It was weird though, when I was at the shop I told the clerk that I needed to get a new controller as well my dog had eaten the last. She gave me this look it was the "yeah right and aliens abducted my soon to be baby in ten to twenty years" look... You know the one.

I gotta say it though, and I've said it before and believe me I'll say it again. Piercings and tattoos are not attractive, with the minor exception if you're an artist which I can assure you most of us arn't. Though nothing says 'I'm not attractive' more than a piece of metal hanging out of ones face. Actually it says 'I'm not attractive and my career looks bleak.' Let's face it, people arn't going to hire you if you have piercings, it's not a good business move... Unless working for a company that does BBQ equipment for bikers.

Anyway that's me for now
Random Game I bought: Metroid Prime 3
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Jumbled Up Words Spell Microphone!

Okay, I'm worried, I have a right to be worried. Nothing personal this time, but I was at the train station and there was a "stand behind the yellow line" sign. Where a guy with headphones has his foot over the line, and his shadow turns to blood on the train tracks (obviously suggesting he walked to far). Now the worrying thing, is the first four words.

Stop, use a bridge

Is it just me or does anyone else think thats a subtle hint for people commiting suicide in the future? Kind of freaked me out when I saw it. Had to look three times and still unsure that was what it said. Whatever ever happened to the olden days, where this crap didn't happen. Everyone has fucked up lives but you don't see us go do unecessary things.

Anyway I finished all my exams today. Again absolutely smashing the exam in the face with the might of my knowledge. TREMBLE AT THE POWER OF MY BRAIN YOU INFIDELS! Feel it burn into your intestines and rip out your heart through your nostrils. That's how powerful it is, actually thats only 1/10th of the power.

Okay so I got a little carried away. I tend to do that. Anyway

Random Chat:
Nate "Danger Zone" Wight says:
im gonna fly you out on knuckle airlines
Nate "Danger Zone" Wight says:
fist class
Dubsy - Visionary, Shaman, Dream Weaver/Writer says:
I hope you're hungry because I'm going to ram my fist down your throat!
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Yellow Tracksuit!

Firstly.... the reason I close the door while I'm sleeping....


On the topic of Bear... he has broken through the barrier! My last/only line of defense has been penetrated! I had a dog on the lap the entire day today, so unproductive....





See what I had to put up with! I am clearly unimpressed.

Anyway I got my last test in 15 hours and 38 minutes, so I gotta get back to le study.

Random Drink: Iced Coffee
Till Tomorrow
Dave

P.S. Few changes with the blog, I corrected the time to Brisbane time (wooo) and opened it up to allow anyone to comment. You don't have to register, so yay.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

I Never Want this to End!

Today, was a day. Well not that I can really account for that. I spent most of the day with my eyes closed sleeping. Sort of exhausted all my brain power on the test yesterday and not as interested in the one on thursday. In fact from the lectures it seems pretty much general knowledge. Though I guess that's how it's meant to seem after you study it for thirteen weeks.

Highlight of the day so far has to be the HUMONGOUS piss that my dog, bear (ghengis is too cool for that sort of thing), did on the couch leg. It was so big that I was surprised not to find Steve Carell out on my lawn trying to build some sort of boat. So yeah cleaning that up, not fun. Conflicting arguments going through your head "Clean it up Dave, it is your duty as a warrior!" "Leave it Dave, it's someone else's problem." Or something like that.

Been watching Invader Zim alot as well lately. So I have no shortage of random obscure quotes to throw at people. e.g. Why is there BACON IN THE SOAP?!, or,Noooo the moose has failed me! Ughh that show is great.

Random Zim Quote: You're after my robot bee!
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Monday, November 05, 2007

Something for Everyone

Yay, first exam done and smashed. Kinda stupid though, we did it in a tiered room and I could sort of see everyone elses answer sheet. Kind of defeats the purpose of having an anti cheat policy. However, despite that obvious advantage I was surprised to find I didn't need it... In fact the girl in S310 sitting in front of the guy with the red timberland t-shirt and the over washed jeans you got question twenty wrong. The answer was C!

I heard a riddle on the radio today about a farmer with three horses. He needed to go into town to do the groceries for his wife who was bedridden with a broken leg. He couldn't ride one because it was too sick, he couldn't ride the other one because it was too old, and he didn't take the third one because? It only took a second for me to come up with the answer " it was his grandma!" Ok, so it wasn't the correct answer, but better than anything you could come up with.

Lastly, we are meant to be recieving our new modem tomorrow. Just like we were meant to recieve it last thursday, which they ended up delivering on friday coincidently enough when nobody was home. So yeah they told us, anywhere between 8 and 1, nice and vague just the way I like it. So now instead of being in the comfort of my bed studying I gotta wait downstairs with the wooden chairs that make my ass sore.... Thanks alot crappy delivery company.

Anyway till tomorrow
Random Question on Todays Paper: What type of strategy determines the way a business should compete?
Dave

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Half Empty or Half Full

The studyfest 2007, term two, continued today. How exciting, and by exciting I mean I would rather eat my own foot than learn anymore on Mintzbergs Managerial Roles. Despite there being three sections (interpersonal, informational, and decisional) and goes down further into.... OH MY GOSH! Look at me blab on about it, it's like I've been brain washed.

It is weird though, that in this dark dark dark hour of mine. I've been thinking of a few things like my future, and I've come to the realisation that I'm really not sure what I'm going to do for my career. I have so many paths opened up for me, writer, manager, or games designer. Though despite not knowing what I'm going to do, there is one thing that I am sure of... I will be successful. Remember my name my fellow chumbuckets I'm off to the moon....

Anyway 17 and a half hours till my first test begins wish me luck.

Random dead person I've learnt about: Frederick Taylor
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Saturday, November 03, 2007

There's No Logic.

Well, sorry I haven't been blogging the last couple of days. Been under alot of stress, had to get an assignment due today as well as a test on monday. Added on to that are alot of little things, like my mum going to canada, working yesterday, and baseball tomorrow. So yeah stressed to max, been studying so hard I got business strategies leaking out of my anus...

It's weird what stress does to you, or more so to me. I've been thinking about stuff, stuff I shouldn't be. For example, a pornographical tale of pinochio, where it isn't his nose that grows when he tells a lie. Now what the hell? I mean seriously... There is something wrong with me.

Anyway I still got a crapload of study, and nows the perfect time to do it. That is to say Steph is at work, and not here to distract me woooo... Poor Steph though. McDonalds seems a horrible place to work.

Random Test This Week: ITB751 Games Production
Till Tomorrow
Dave

Friday, November 02, 2007

A Year Older, A Year Better!

I didn't get any presents or a cake D: I love cake. The only thing I got was a card from The Raine Study. Its an organisation that studies child health which I was involved with since I was a foetus. Plus they mail one every year, so it doesn't really count. But don't worry! They'll all come later, after exams when I have a family party. Hopefully.

Anyway I finished the other story last night without Dave's help (except for the awesome first paragraph) and I had to stay up all night to get it done. So be lenient.

Sadako
(Extract Two)

The night was darker than most nights, a lonely darkness, and the once rampant streets filled with passengers were now emptied. Everyone knew this bitter silence; it was the sound of war, the sound of protection. No one dared talk at night, if they did it would be in whispers, afraid that enemy spies might hear them if they talked too loud. Sadako and her mother were sleeping in the bedroom on their bedrolls side by side. Their night ended early in preparation for the early rise tomorrow morning.

Horrors often begin on what looks like the best of days. It was still morning, but the day promised good weather. There were no clouds in sight revealing the sheer blue of the sky. Beyond the sky was a star, the one who gives Earth light and thus life, the Sun. It was cool in doors and not too hot outside. The morning air had crispness to it, it smelt good. Everything seemed well.

It was a Saturday, The Cutting Edge had just opened shop. An old man, a regular, was welcomed inside and offered a seat by Sadako. Mrs Sasaki readied her cutting instruments on the mobile draws.

“What would you like done today Mr Kiyoko?” She asked cheerfully.
“The usual, just a clean shave.”
Mrs Sasaki got to work applying cream onto his face.
Looking in the mirror he saw Sadako sweeping the floor and exclaimed, “Hmm, your little girl seems ignorant of all the bad things in the world. There’s always a smile on her face!”
“That’s her alright,” Mrs Sasaki chuckled.
“It’s better to be happy than sad Mr Kiyoko! You should try some time,” Pointed out Sadako. They all laughed together.
An air raid siren rung loud, cutting short their laughter.
“Should we go to the bomb shelter now Mother?”
“No dear, it’s probably just another weather plane.”
“And I need you to finish my shave!” The aged man added.
A second bout of laughter followed.

Mr Kiyoko paid for his shave over the counter.
“Great job as always, Mrs Sasaki.”
“Oh, heh. My pleasure. Have a great day will you!” Mrs Sasaki said blushing.
“Byebye Mr Kiyoko!!” Sadako called out.
Mr Kiyoko waved back, smiling.

Sadako moved the chair Mr Kyoko was sitting on to the centre of the room. Grabbing the broom she started sweeping the hair clippings, careful to get right into the edges of where the floor meets the wall. Finishing up she placed the chair under the shelf and turned around to find where her mother was.

Meanwhile, an American bomber plane was dropping its prize. A blue parachute shot upwards from America’s ultimate weapon, an atomic bomb. The plane turned back to where it came from. The Americans had named it Little Boy. Once in the safe zone the pilot pressed the red button on the control in his hand, detonating the Little Boy above the city of Hiroshima.

Sadako couldn’t see her mother in the room. She started walking to the back room to check if she was there. She stopped halfway to the door and turned to the window spurred by a loud sound from outside. She saw a blinding flash causing her eyes to close shut. The crashing sound grew louder, until it was surrounding her. The sound of glass shattering, walls crumbling, and then nothing. Sadako lay on the ground, unconscious.

This Saturday was the day the sun rose twice. This light did not give life though; instead it took away the life of everything it touched. The sky could not be seen anymore as the thick black smoke covered the city. Black rain started to fall sizzling the burning houses and blackening everything else. Hiroshima was now a hell where those who somehow survived envied the dead. The atomic bomb wasn't just a weapon, it was a curse. Although it wasn’t the bomb that killed everyone, it was humans murdering humans.

After the smoke had cleared the plane flew once more over what once was Hiroshima. The pilot couldn’t help just staring at the mass destruction below with wide eyes.

“My God…What have we done?”
“I’m very proud of you. It’s been a long road, but I think we just won the war,” Replied General Grover.


I think it needs to be more dramatic. Oh well, it's handed in already. Time to eat my pasta alfredo.
Random Disney Song I Like: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?
Till some undetermined day in the future
Steph

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I Can't Believe A Monkey Is Winning.

The beginnings of a story for that Hiroshima assignment I've been working on (with the help of Dave again). It's sort of a make believe extract of a story, but yeah enjoy the wall of text!

Background: This is a fabrication of the story of Sadako Sasaki. A girl born in 1943 who survived the atom bombing of Hiroshima when she was 2 years old, only to die of leukemia as a result of the radiation. When she was hospitalised Sadako's best friend told her of an old Japanese legend which said that anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes would be granted a wish. Sadako’s wish was to get well. She started to fold paper cranes and completed over 1000 before dying on October 25, 1955 at the age of twelve. After her death the girl’s courage created a movement for peace, with paper cranes as the symbol of peace. This part of Sadako’s story describes the life of her parents and when her father has to leave to join the military shortly after she was born.


Sadako
(Extract One)

It was cool autumn night. The wind cut through the air like a hot blade through butter, whistling a hostile song as it raged against the buildings and rattled the trees. Where other houses would sway or retreat from such onslaught, one house stood strong against the oppression. This house had a mission; a sense of purpose, for it was protecting something precious; a mother, a father, and their child. The Sasakis.

In the bedroom a baby girl lay, curled in the foetal position, fighting against the cold. Her body protected by four walls of her cot and a handmade blue blanket. She dreamt throughout the night. Occasionally she would let out a grunt or reach out her hand as if trying to snatch something important that only her mind could conjure. Her parents had named her after her grandmother; Sadako Sasaki.

Adjacent to the bedroom was the living room which could also be turned into a dining room if the occasion called for it. It was the largest room in the house where its walls were in fact partitions to the other rooms. Black wooden frames held the partitions in place with white paper sliding doors allowing the occupants to pass as they please. The floor was covered with brown tatami mats the shoulders of each one touching their neighbours. Thirty minutes had passed before Sadako finally closed her eyes for the night, leaving Mr and Mrs Sasaki to enjoy the rest of the quiet evening in their living room.

Next door was a small barbershop owned by the Sasaki family appropriately named ‘The Cutting Edge.’ Sadako’s parents ran the shop seven days a week. It was a small wooden building, easy to miss, but it was there. The interior, much like the exterior, wasn't anything special with whitewashed walls and black furnishings. The place looked organized despite the unswept hair which littered the floor. This was covered up by plush, black leather chairs lining the two side walls neatly. Each seat cleverly tucked beneath a small shelf only providing enough space for tools and other necessities needed by the barbers. Above these shelves hung tall rectangular mirrors creating the illusion of space inside the tiny building.

The Sasaki’s who were exceptional at their craft found business was hard to come by as there were many competitors in Hiroshima. So they offered a smaller fee and relied on regular customers, only bringing in enough money to get by without any of life’s luxuries.

Mrs Sasaki was busy sharpening barber instruments that were strewn across the small table in the centre of the room. Using a flat grey stone, in which were embedded tiny particles of a different kind of stone that sparkled silver, she maintained a steady movement with her arm keeping the stone at the same angle. She repeated the ritual in expert manner with consistent precision and pressure almost as if it were mechanical. A grating sound rung through the air with each swift pin pointed movement diminishing as she reached the end of the instrument. Once satisfied with the sharpness of the scissors she was working on, she blew on it to remove any metal dust and wiped it down with a soft cloth containing a polishing agent.

Mr Sasaki was on his old armchair on the opposite side of the table. It was a little torn and dusty but comfortable all the same. He reached down the side of the armchair to get the paper that was carelessly thrown on the ground after work that day. The paper had the back page facing up. He picked it up turning it the right way around. The paper fell to the ground as quickly as it had been picked up. It lay there face up, the headline reading 'Japan has been attacked!' He quickly scanned the page.

“Dear…” He whispered.
“Hmm, something wrong hon?” Replied his wife.
“News about the war.”
Mrs Sasaki sighed at this subject. Everyone knew it was going on but dared not talk about it. Many lives had been lost already.
“I never liked that Emperor Hirohito. Invading China like that,” She commented.
“What can a poor family like us do anyway? Nothing. We have no power, we have no say. The Emperor does as he wishes. And right now he’s wishing for all able-bodied men to join the military,” Mr Sasaki said.
Mrs Sasaki stopped her work.
“That means you, doesn’t it…?”
“Says here that they’ll be going around the houses tomorrow.”
“No. It, it can’t be,” She said in disbelief.
“For the honour of this family I have to go. I should start packing,” Mr Sasaki said bluntly.

Mr Sasaki stepped into the bedroom sliding the door shut behind him. His wife stared at the empty armchair trying fight back the tears that rolled freely down her cheeks. He stood behind the door for a few seconds, looking at the roof for answers, listening to the gentle, strangled sobs emerging from the previous room. He walked quietly to the cot, where Sadako laid still sound asleep. Stroking her cheek he spoke in a whisper.

“What if the war comes here? How can I protect you and your mother then? Growing up poor is already bad enough for you, Sadako, but growing up in a world of fear, of war?”
He paused, thinking.
“I need to help stop this war before it reaches our home. I just have to.” Bending over the cot he let out a deep sigh then kissed his daughter’s forehead. Withdrawing from the cot he walked to the cupboard to find a packing bag.

Time to write another part of the story now. [Hint about the storyline: It'll involve a huge explosion]
Random thing I'd rather be doing: Eating cake (don't know if I'll be getting one today D:)
Till... my other story is finished!
Steph