- Nelson Mandela
I thought that was a REALLY good quote.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
A Really Good Quote
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?"
Friday, January 2, 2009
LOVE STORY IN 45 MINUTES
OH COME ON, EVERYONE ELSE HAS GOT LIKE A LOAD AND ALL I GOT WAS A PARAGRAPH.
Oliver took a deep breath as he wiped his somewhat sweaty fingers on his pants, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He was about to spill his guts to the girl he knew (or thought) meant the world to him. He was going to tell her that he couldn't stop thinking about her, that he loved being around her, that everytime he thought of her his spirits
FAIL.
Oliver took a deep breath as he wiped his somewhat sweaty fingers on his pants, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He was about to spill his guts to the girl he knew (or thought) meant the world to him. He was going to tell her that he couldn't stop thinking about her, that he loved being around her, that everytime he thought of her his spirits
FAIL.
Love Story in 45 Minutes
Stop and Stare.
From the chilly midst of the morning she approached, walking ambly and keeping the quiet. It was a special occasion that day, and it was immeadiately noticeable with one glance. She had reached her destination point and sat down on the bench. The bench, no one actually knew how old it was, only that it was at least 5 years old. It had been everyones gather place for the past 5 years, a collective ornament if you will of people around the bench. She studied it closely, having not had the chance ever before. The words made her chuckle, words of friends and foe, all written down on this battlefield of ownership.
He stirred
She glanced sideways quickly, unknowing of what to do. He looked more peaceful than usual, if that was possible. His hair occasionaly swayed when a breeze came through. Head resting on his arms taking in shallow breaths. She then realised that she was staring at him, and turned away suddenly, as if there were people watching. Embarrassed.
He was already awake before she had arrived, and when he caught a glimpse of her, he pretended to be asleep conveniently removing any awkwardness that might take place. It had been over 2 months since he last saw her in the flesh. Their last picture taken farr too long ago, and even though they had taken many on that day, his thoughts of her still weren’t quenched. He watched her, as if prey watching predator his eyes never left her.
Something came to him, that being that he hadn’t realised that it was her. At this time though? It has only happened once, and that wasn’t even because of him. Having no more resistance left, he broke the silience.
“Hey..” he said softly, surprising himself at the faintness of his voice.
She jumped up, startled forgetting that he was right there beside her. She turned around slowly not knowing if what she heard was real. It was so faint, it might as well have been her imagination. She waited still, her heart skipping beats, the rhythm of her breathing was all over the place. She panicked and ran off towards the toilets.
He chuckled to himself. “heheh, that’s her alright”. He sat up and rumaged through his bag checking for the things that made him miss the early bus. They were present still, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Sunny Day
They walked towards their place as if they were taught to. Without suspicion from others, they both paced themselves so that it would look coincidental. Walking side by side, this finally gave him a chance, and he took it.
“Hey look !” he points at her left. She turns her head, expecting to see something and with one swift movement, her hand was suddenly with his. Her fingers instinctively snuggled through his. He smiled at her, knowing that she was just as surprised as he was. “what a move” he thought to himself.
They sat on the grass, the wind blowing against their backs sending hair into their faces. It was a perfect scene, and they both knew that. The lush and tall grass battled against the wind, only to be blown down again, “so perfect” so thought. The weather was on their side today, out of the way were the white and fluffy clouds leaving room for the sun to be seen.
“Hey…” he spoke first. It just came out, unexpectedly and he did not know what to say next. He was living a dream, his dream and hers. Their dream. Nothing else mattered during that time, all the usual thoughts left him peace and calamity. He looked sideways at her. She was still staring out into the open green. Her hair partially covering her left side. He moved his hand, poising, readying…
“uh-…th-thanks…”
He knew he screwed up. His hand was trembling as he brushed her hair away, ever so gently yet without the confidence he usually had. She looked at him now, and for that pause they stared into each others eyes. Having never been caught up in a situation like this, neither of them knew what to do and just continued staring.
“ahah!! You blinked!!” exclaimed Matt cheerfully.
“Nooooo! You did first! I saw it haha”
“Well..y-d-uhh….”
She laughed at him openly, having never heard him stutter at a line before. It was a first for her, today was a first for her. She mocked him.
“w-w-w-a—wahh hahaha”
“that’s it ! Vanessa. Im, im welll uhh” he stopped. Thought for a second and looked back at her. “gosh!” it was difficult to express in words he thought.
“yeahh?”
There was a silence of their voices and laughter. The only sounds, ambient, coming from the wind rustling the grass, trees swaying in rhythm and time.
It was their day that day.
“ I love you”
And she turned away.
White Bridge
* Two Months Earlier*
* Beep Beep Beep *
* Click *
“Urrghh….” He knew what time it was, because he had been counting down for the alarm. He knew what would follow on through and that there can’t be any turn backs
He closed his eyes and fell back, tried to imagine how the day would turn out. The morning was still pitch black, even though it was 6:05am. Winter is coming.
He opened the light and let his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. He looked at the state of his room, half written letters lying around all over the place, envelopes with her name on them neatly stacked on his computer, clothes on his chair. “Well…I might as well get started” he thought.
That morning went smoothly, with 5 minutes to spare before he left. It was the first time in many weeks that he had time for a proper breakfast, he was content and happy, awaiting for what the day had planned for him.
***
“So…has he you yet?” asked a friend playfully.
“So its pretty cold isn’t it?!” replied Vanessa, trying to change topics. Her mind had been very conscious of him lately. She wasn’t ready for it. No matter how hard she had tried to convince herself to sleep, to stop worrying, it was of no use. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
He sat there waiting for her. It was possible after all, she came one morning whilst catching him off guard and completely bewildered. He chuckled at himself, knowing it would be too good to happen again. He decided to start the last one. The remaining envelope had to be filled.
It wasn’t too long until friends started to show up, thus relieving him of his duty and commitment. He waited for the time to pass a bit, and went up to the library. There he sat, brainstorming of what he could possibly add to it:
“Dear Vanessa….”
He sat and thought…nothing still. He was getting frustrated, and decided to leave it. He got up, departed the library and decided to go back to his friends. Waiting for him there was Rod whom which he exchanged pats and hugs with.
The rest of the day went by without too much fuss. They sat and talked while they waited for the day to pass by. The blue sky, so blue complimented the green grass and tree they were sitting at. He stared at the sky while she squirmed to find words. He chuckled to himself, as he watched her gather her thoughts. It wasn’t the most fitting, but it was something. He waited patiently, studying her hands, hands, her skin so smooth to the touch. He waited for it.
“I love you” she spoke quickly.
He instantly cuddled her and laughed with and replied with a cheeky note.
“ What a coincidence! It just so happens that I do too!” he blurted out, keeping her close.
From the chilly midst of the morning she approached, walking ambly and keeping the quiet. It was a special occasion that day, and it was immeadiately noticeable with one glance. She had reached her destination point and sat down on the bench. The bench, no one actually knew how old it was, only that it was at least 5 years old. It had been everyones gather place for the past 5 years, a collective ornament if you will of people around the bench. She studied it closely, having not had the chance ever before. The words made her chuckle, words of friends and foe, all written down on this battlefield of ownership.
He stirred
She glanced sideways quickly, unknowing of what to do. He looked more peaceful than usual, if that was possible. His hair occasionaly swayed when a breeze came through. Head resting on his arms taking in shallow breaths. She then realised that she was staring at him, and turned away suddenly, as if there were people watching. Embarrassed.
He was already awake before she had arrived, and when he caught a glimpse of her, he pretended to be asleep conveniently removing any awkwardness that might take place. It had been over 2 months since he last saw her in the flesh. Their last picture taken farr too long ago, and even though they had taken many on that day, his thoughts of her still weren’t quenched. He watched her, as if prey watching predator his eyes never left her.
Something came to him, that being that he hadn’t realised that it was her. At this time though? It has only happened once, and that wasn’t even because of him. Having no more resistance left, he broke the silience.
“Hey..” he said softly, surprising himself at the faintness of his voice.
She jumped up, startled forgetting that he was right there beside her. She turned around slowly not knowing if what she heard was real. It was so faint, it might as well have been her imagination. She waited still, her heart skipping beats, the rhythm of her breathing was all over the place. She panicked and ran off towards the toilets.
He chuckled to himself. “heheh, that’s her alright”. He sat up and rumaged through his bag checking for the things that made him miss the early bus. They were present still, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Sunny Day
They walked towards their place as if they were taught to. Without suspicion from others, they both paced themselves so that it would look coincidental. Walking side by side, this finally gave him a chance, and he took it.
“Hey look !” he points at her left. She turns her head, expecting to see something and with one swift movement, her hand was suddenly with his. Her fingers instinctively snuggled through his. He smiled at her, knowing that she was just as surprised as he was. “what a move” he thought to himself.
They sat on the grass, the wind blowing against their backs sending hair into their faces. It was a perfect scene, and they both knew that. The lush and tall grass battled against the wind, only to be blown down again, “so perfect” so thought. The weather was on their side today, out of the way were the white and fluffy clouds leaving room for the sun to be seen.
“Hey…” he spoke first. It just came out, unexpectedly and he did not know what to say next. He was living a dream, his dream and hers. Their dream. Nothing else mattered during that time, all the usual thoughts left him peace and calamity. He looked sideways at her. She was still staring out into the open green. Her hair partially covering her left side. He moved his hand, poising, readying…
“uh-…th-thanks…”
He knew he screwed up. His hand was trembling as he brushed her hair away, ever so gently yet without the confidence he usually had. She looked at him now, and for that pause they stared into each others eyes. Having never been caught up in a situation like this, neither of them knew what to do and just continued staring.
“ahah!! You blinked!!” exclaimed Matt cheerfully.
“Nooooo! You did first! I saw it haha”
“Well..y-d-uhh….”
She laughed at him openly, having never heard him stutter at a line before. It was a first for her, today was a first for her. She mocked him.
“w-w-w-a—wahh hahaha”
“that’s it ! Vanessa. Im, im welll uhh” he stopped. Thought for a second and looked back at her. “gosh!” it was difficult to express in words he thought.
“yeahh?”
There was a silence of their voices and laughter. The only sounds, ambient, coming from the wind rustling the grass, trees swaying in rhythm and time.
It was their day that day.
“ I love you”
And she turned away.
White Bridge
* Two Months Earlier*
* Beep Beep Beep *
* Click *
“Urrghh….” He knew what time it was, because he had been counting down for the alarm. He knew what would follow on through and that there can’t be any turn backs
He closed his eyes and fell back, tried to imagine how the day would turn out. The morning was still pitch black, even though it was 6:05am. Winter is coming.
He opened the light and let his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. He looked at the state of his room, half written letters lying around all over the place, envelopes with her name on them neatly stacked on his computer, clothes on his chair. “Well…I might as well get started” he thought.
That morning went smoothly, with 5 minutes to spare before he left. It was the first time in many weeks that he had time for a proper breakfast, he was content and happy, awaiting for what the day had planned for him.
***
“So…has he
“So its pretty cold isn’t it?!” replied Vanessa, trying to change topics. Her mind had been very conscious of him lately. She wasn’t ready for it. No matter how hard she had tried to convince herself to sleep, to stop worrying, it was of no use. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
He sat there waiting for her. It was possible after all, she came one morning whilst catching him off guard and completely bewildered. He chuckled at himself, knowing it would be too good to happen again. He decided to start the last one. The remaining envelope had to be filled.
It wasn’t too long until friends started to show up, thus relieving him of his duty and commitment. He waited for the time to pass a bit, and went up to the library. There he sat, brainstorming of what he could possibly add to it:
“Dear Vanessa….”
He sat and thought…nothing still. He was getting frustrated, and decided to leave it. He got up, departed the library and decided to go back to his friends. Waiting for him there was Rod whom which he exchanged pats and hugs with.
The rest of the day went by without too much fuss. They sat and talked while they waited for the day to pass by. The blue sky, so blue complimented the green grass and tree they were sitting at. He stared at the sky while she squirmed to find words. He chuckled to himself, as he watched her gather her thoughts. It wasn’t the most fitting, but it was something. He waited patiently, studying her hands, hands, her skin so smooth to the touch. He waited for it.
“I love you” she spoke quickly.
He instantly cuddled her and laughed with and replied with a cheeky note.
“ What a coincidence! It just so happens that I do too!” he blurted out, keeping her close.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Here In My Car
I write little sections of short stories sometimes. Lots of them are actually real similar, and I even use really similar writing techniques in pretty much all of them. Yep, all my stories are really really similar. You'd get bored if I posted every single one of them.
Willard sighed as he slowly walked back and forth around the kitchen of his apartment. His actions were almost robotic; he was too immersed in his own thoughts to mind much else. Had he been a little more attentive, he would have heard the low hum of Christmas carollers on the sidewalk below his window, or the mixed audio of three different feel-good Christmas movies were playing on the televisions of the apartments nearest him, or the drunken whoop of someone drinking themselves blind a little further up. Christmas was meant to be a time spent with loved ones, but Willard only had a few of those. Of those, even fewer considered him the same.
Willard had been considering having a small get-together with friends at his apartment this Christmas. Nothing big, just a nice Christmas turkey dinner, maybe watch a nice Christmas movie afterwards, I hear Love Actually's on at 8 30 tonight, not sure what channel though, maybe have a bit of a drink too. When Willard asked Keith, Keith said he just felt like spending Christmas at home. When Willard asked Sheena, she said she was going to the party at Keith's place. So were Karen, Jenny, James and Kirk. Didn't Keith ask you? Oh.
I always have trouble figuring names for stories. I got Willard from a a Names website, Keith is because I was reading the Wiki article for Mick Jagger and Keith Moon wasn't mentioned, but Keith Richards was, and they're the same name in my mind. But Keith in this story was named after Keith Moon. Sheena is from both Sheena is a Punk Rocker by the Ramones and Sheena is a Parasite by the Horrors, and I always use Sheena as a name in my stories. Well I do now. Karen and Jenny are just 'modern-sounding girl names', and aren't really named after anyone. Kirk and James are off Metallica. And Love Actually just because I really felt like watching it on Christmas, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I've decided to post more of these if I can't find things to blog about, but just you wait, I've got, quite possibly, the very best idea in the world for a blog coming right at you soon. It's called Things I Would Do Rather Than Die. It's a pretty big list right there, so it might be a while in the making, but it'll be totally worth it.
Willard sighed as he slowly walked back and forth around the kitchen of his apartment. His actions were almost robotic; he was too immersed in his own thoughts to mind much else. Had he been a little more attentive, he would have heard the low hum of Christmas carollers on the sidewalk below his window, or the mixed audio of three different feel-good Christmas movies were playing on the televisions of the apartments nearest him, or the drunken whoop of someone drinking themselves blind a little further up. Christmas was meant to be a time spent with loved ones, but Willard only had a few of those. Of those, even fewer considered him the same.
Willard had been considering having a small get-together with friends at his apartment this Christmas. Nothing big, just a nice Christmas turkey dinner, maybe watch a nice Christmas movie afterwards, I hear Love Actually's on at 8 30 tonight, not sure what channel though, maybe have a bit of a drink too. When Willard asked Keith, Keith said he just felt like spending Christmas at home. When Willard asked Sheena, she said she was going to the party at Keith's place. So were Karen, Jenny, James and Kirk. Didn't Keith ask you? Oh.
I always have trouble figuring names for stories. I got Willard from a a Names website, Keith is because I was reading the Wiki article for Mick Jagger and Keith Moon wasn't mentioned, but Keith Richards was, and they're the same name in my mind. But Keith in this story was named after Keith Moon. Sheena is from both Sheena is a Punk Rocker by the Ramones and Sheena is a Parasite by the Horrors, and I always use Sheena as a name in my stories. Well I do now. Karen and Jenny are just 'modern-sounding girl names', and aren't really named after anyone. Kirk and James are off Metallica. And Love Actually just because I really felt like watching it on Christmas, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I've decided to post more of these if I can't find things to blog about, but just you wait, I've got, quite possibly, the very best idea in the world for a blog coming right at you soon. It's called Things I Would Do Rather Than Die. It's a pretty big list right there, so it might be a while in the making, but it'll be totally worth it.
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