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Name: Jai
Country: Fiji
Birthday: 5/5/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Goth, heavy metal and alternative music..... fave bands are Evanescence, disturbed,linkin park, the calling, rammstein, goo goo dolls, matchbox 20, korn, papa roach, and static....that is not necessarily in order...also I dabble in writing the serios pieces of which I never let hit the day light also I am seriously ineterested in the macabre, occult or just plain idiotic (little wonder I find me fascinating)... I also like fantasy in general and drawing comics...again the serious ones never are behelkd by anyone cept for me :). And lastly, writing long boring profile pieces :p
Expertise: Are you kidding? I make Leonardo Da Vinci look f***ing narrowminded.... (sorry Leo ..... you da man!)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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MSN: manofsteel_j2k@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/25/2004
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| ....A very dusty door creaks open making really creepy noises, the kind that people hear and go "oh my god would someone f****ing oil that door already!" An equally dusty figure steps out, coughing slightly.
"Awwww geeez," he mutters," Back here? I thought this place was demolished."
He sighs and rolls his eyes, " Well if I must..."
Rolling back his sleeves he waves his hands around. In sepulchral tones he says, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!! ALSO CHEETOS!"
Hey there guys im back...see i told you I wouldn't abandon this blog...I did however say I might be a little late, and seriously its not my fault if you waited so long. I mean get a life go out , do stuff, get laid even. No no no, I'll wait.
30 SECONDS LATER
All done? Good. Well like I said I'm back after a hectic year or so and it has been crazy. No longer do I work at a coffee shop but now I am IT administrator at Turtle Island. I dont know how that happened as I have no IT qualifications beyond what I learnt by myself. Turtle Island by teh way is one of the most exclusive island resorts in fiji, its so beautiful but totally wasted on me. I hate going outside in the day. So anyway i work directly under the owner of the island (no sniggering youse buttholes!) whose a real control freak. But then again i guess all billionaires are that way. I haven't had any problems with him personally but he can be pretty caustic with other staff. My writing aspirations are on hold till the end of this year when i quit this job and start pursuing my education and artistic endeavors full time. BY THE WAY I DONT RECOMMEND THIS FOR EVERYONE!! Get a job save some money get yourself setup with something to fall back on before you do this. I am building a house and am going to give it up for rent so that is what is going to sustain me while i try to find some if any success with my writing.
well anyway till next time this is ur friendly neighbour Angel Of Death
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| As promised I here continue the tale of the three mighty heroes SuperJerk, Weird Freak and ChickenMan........
"A flashback?" enquired Weird Freak puzzled."What does that have to do with the price of fish?"
"Fish?" asked SuperJerk even more puzzled,"What's that got to do with anything?... I mean I like 'em well enough but..."
"I mean what does this growing haziness have to do with a flashback?" Weird Freak interjected.
"Whenever anyone recollects something of their past, the air responds and grows hazy.... scientists still don't know why."explained SuperJerk,"That's what's happening now. Don't you know anything?"
Weird Freak just rolled his eyes.
"That's the weirdest thing I ever heard," he told SuperJerk," And believe me, I know weird..."
"Look can I just do my flashback already?" SuperJerk yelled,"Even the hazy thingy is getting confused."
he nodded his head at the haziness which was indeed roiling around in a confused manner.
"Fine," muttered Weird Freak.
"Well, anyway.." SuperJerk started, after a brief glare at Weird Freak," To understand the enigmatic wonder that is the SuperJerk, one has to know not only his (it so is ok to refer in the third person when telling a story, so shut your piehole, Weirdy Beardy) story but that of another hero, one of the first of our fine city......"
Lakehill City was not always the relatively peaceful (if occasionally threatened by the odd super villain) paradise that it is now. Thugs roamed the streets and gangs took delight in terrorizing innocent people. Anarchy was the state of the day and the police nervously sat in their stations, doors barred, sipping their coffees and dunking their donuts fearfully. In this troubled and chaotic time, there lived a man who not only was honest and righteous but also courageous, a combination sorely lacking in the people of that time.
This man was Joe Innis, a simple butcher who eked out a comfortable living from his small butcher store. He had a reputation for forthwith dealings and was known to slip an extra pound of this or that to those who he knew to be having difficulties.
One day however a member of the local Yakuza arrived at Joe's store, ready to cause trouble. Sean O'Finnegan, a hot blooded cliche of an Irishman , a recent yakuza recruit, something only possible due to the Yakuza's Equal Opportunity Decision by the elders, a course of action encouraged by their PR guy, burst in through the door and strode up to the counter, his breath reeking of malt liquor (Sean didn't actually drink but gargled excessively with malt liquor, to keep alive the stereotype of the drunken Irishman. However the gargling did make him tipsy.)
"Now, now," Sean sneered," Is it true what I have been hearing about you Joe? Ye're not paying ye dues?"
Joe looked back at him unafraid.
"And what dues would these be?" Joe asked.
"The dues to my employers.... Sashimi- san!" Sean hissed. " And I be telling ye boyo that they take it as a strike against their honour that you haven't been paying your protection money."
"I won't pay you guys a single cent of my money! I earned it fair and square through hard work!" Joe pointed out.
"Well then... you leave me no choice... boys get to it."
At these words half a dozen ninjas materialized as if by magic and started to systemically destroy the shop.
Joe tried to stop them but two of the ninjas tied him up and left him propped against a wall.
"It doesn't matter!" he yelled furiously,"I will rebuild the shop as it was with my two hands!"
Just then Sean appeared from underneath on of the counters. He advanced on Joe holding something.
"Maybe you can rebuild this shop but can you ever replace this?"
Sean held up a hard cover album revealing heavy pages stuck with beautiful stamps.
"No, no!" Joe protested in horror," Not my stamp collection, not my stamp collection!"
Joe watched helplessly as Sean burned his stamp collection to ashes.
(to be cont) | | |
| A lot has happened to me since the last time i wrote and I am so tired that I have finally given up. I can no longer think about all the crap.... however something wonderful happened as a result ..... something inside me... my mind, my soul, my psyche gave way... a little like insanity but infinitely preferable..... the best way I can describe it is..well i no longer give a crap.... kind of a mature hakuna matata.... I dont know if its a good thing in the long run but for now I am thrilled... I watch movies from the eighties..... movies i remember as touching me in some way when i was a child.... I have taken to reading again.... another thing I had lost touch with. Also I am not worried about redoing my novel 15 chapters of which I had lost in a reformatting accident.
I would however like to do one thing... back in high school I used to make up draw and write about a group of nonsense superheroes...loosely basing on them on my friends and I.... and i would like to start doing that again... I remember the simple pleasures of making up crazy antics for my creations... and so without further hairdo....(or is that ado?) I present the adventures of theLike-minded Loosely Affiliated People with Strange Powers Who Are Against Evil And Crime or in short the LLAPSPWAAEAC........
At the Beginning of the Start .....or Fun with Redundancies!
"Well, well," sneered the boldy dressed evil flamenco dancer as he shut the lid of the iron vat in which three people were bound and thrown in. "That takes care permanently of those meddling bozos. Now starts our reign. The reign of terror!!! OLE!!"
Having said this he danced his way out of the room.
Inside the vat sat three very unique individuals. They were the defenders of Lakehill City, the amazing, wonderful, spectacular heroes, Super Jerk, the man with Amazing teeth if an annoying personality, Weird Freak, the confusing man who did not have clearly defined powers but was an OK guy who was good for a laugh and would lend you his iPod (trademark of Apple) if you asked and had a pretty funny hairstyle..er.. and finally Chickenman, the half chicken, half man whose nobility and grave wisdom was a credit to both chickens and men all over. These three heroes formed the organisation known as the Like-minded Loosely Affiliated People with Strange Powers Who Are Against Evil And Crime(or LLAPSPWAAEAC). Now however was not one of their best moments as they sat bound in an iron vat. Super Jerk looked at Weird Freak and grinned, his smile dimly lighting up the place.
" Did you see that guys outfit?" he chuckled "What is he? Gay?"
" Dude, he is fashion challenged, ok? It's like a disability. You would'nt laugh at a guy who had a an extra arm growing from his groin would you?" Weird Freak chided him," Besides gay people generally have a great sense of fashion. You really can be a jerk."
"D'oh! I am Super 'jerk'", Super Jerk replied rolling his eyes, "Anyway we have to get out of here somehow. I can't seem to break these bonds even though I have superstrength."
"Cluck," explained ChickenMan.
"Superhero resistant cable?" Super Jerk asked puzzled," Where on earth could they get such a dastardly useful thing."
"Oh, oh!" chipped in Weird Freak, " I remember seeing it on cable. It was one of those informative informecials. The cables are built from various anti-hero materials like kryptonite, yellow stuff, Celine Dion CD's and old gym shorts. There's this company that builds various villan friendly devices."
" I ordered a indoor weenie roaster from one of those companies." Super Jerk reminisced fondly, " Eleven monthly payments of 100 dollars and that roaster is mine.....Mmmmm...weenies..."
"Cluck," interrupted ChickenMan sharply. Weird Freak nodded thoughtfully.
"He's right," Weird Freak acknowledged," They may have taken your Magic Soupspoon, my Flyswatter of Might and Funny Frisbee and ChickenMan's Enchanted Chickenfeed but we still have our powers.."
"Yeah... we do," said Superjerk," But how do we use our powers if we are lying here bound with these unbreakable cables?"
"I don't know," confessed Weird Freak," But we don't deserve our powers if we just give up because of a little thing like unbreakable cable binding us helplessly and our oxygen runnning out. Fate gave us these powers for a reason!"
"You're right!" SuperJerk exclaimed with a manly tear in his eye,"I remember the day I became Superjerk like it was yesterday."
"Oh my god!" yelled Weird Freak," We musthave had less oxygen than I realised! Everything's getting hazy!"
"Relax," SuperJerk told him," It's just a flashback."
TO BE CONTINUED
NEXTWEEK: SECRET...er....WELL KNOWN ORIGINS! | | |
| Marva Collins' Creed
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Society will draw a circle that shuts me out, but my superior thoughts will draw me in. I was born to win if I do not spend too much time trying to fail. I will ignore the tags and names given me by society since only I know what I have the ability to become.
Failure is just as easy to combat as success is to obtain. Education is painful and not gained by playing games. Yet it is my privilege to destroy myself if that is what I choose to do. I have the right to fail, but I do not have the right to take other people with me.
It is my right to care nothing about myself, but I must be willing to accept the consequences for that failure, and I must never think that those who have chosen to work, while I played, rested and slept, will share their bounties with me.
My success and my education can be companions that no misfortune can depress, no crime can destroy, and no enemy can alienate. Without education, man is a slave, a savage wandering from here to there believing whatever he is told.
Time and chance come to us all. I can be either hesitant or courageous. I can swiftly stand up and shout: "This is my time and my place. I will accept the challenge." | | | |
| OK this entry is going to have a few obscure references.... A whiiiiiiiiiile back Hetish aka The falcon had written talking about luther vandross's song " butterfly kisses" a song that beautifully tells of the progressing relationship of a fatehr and daughter and how no matter what changes in that relationship, the core essentially remains the same. Well I love that song....I really , really do. But it struck me the other day ( it always does strike you the pther day does'nt it.. never the other other day or just the plain day) that I have absolutely have no frame of reference for this song. I mean I should not be feeling the amazing poignancy of the song, I should not be struck by its melancholy beauty. I dont have a sister. I am not a daughter. I have not had a active relationship with my dad.
I dont get it. Why do I totally get this song? I dont know anything about a father daughter relationship.... nothing at all!!
Yet i can totally empathise.... strange. | | |
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