Thursday, April 19, 2007
Today, watched tokyo tower 3rd episode... good drama to watch... besides that, was a really "great" day. Today, there was meant to be an inspection over at my place from 1 - 430. Guess what? No one turned up, and basically, i don't know what went wrong. Anyhow, i've just wasted 3+ hours doing nothing and waiting for them.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Part 2
With the unexplained happenings around him, there was nothing he could do. He could feel it... FEAR... fear creeping up around him... almost enveloping him. Rouge was amused and at the same time, terrified. What should he do? A part of him tells him to run, escape, dissapear from this place. Better alive than dead! Another part tells him to follow the girl... If at all, the walls were just merely an illusion, it would be fascinating to see what was on the other end. It could be salvation from this damnation. It feels almost like the way people feel when they die. Confused, should they return to their dead body and live? Or do they look towards the bright end of the tunnel and end it there and then? Decisions like this doesn't really matter. Not to the dead. But to the living. Would the pursuit kill him?
Curiousity... Man's best friend, and a cat's worst enemy. Without curiousity, how are we to create? We are all slaves to curiousity. Curiousity is a being that takes us all under its wing of influence...
Being overwhelmed by curiousity, Rouge forces his fears away. With a sweep of his arm signifying the strenght from within, Rouge heads for the wall. Although curiousity has taken its hold on Rouge, he is still sober... sober enough to check the walls before he does anything foolish. With an open inspection, the wall appears to be in a solid impenetrable state. However, there's something not quite right about the wall. Looking at it head on, Rouge notices that the wall spans all the way up as far as his eyes can see. Rouge looks around the place. He would try to find an object to throw into the wall and see what happens. With curiousity beaming, Rouge takes a quick scan of his surroundings, find a metalic object the length of his arm. It seems to be a broken pipe of some sort. The only difference is colour. It was black. With the end broken off, it showed that the pipe itself was made of a black material. The texture was that of metal; cold to the touch. Rouge has found his probe, and with this weapon, he would see if his curiousity had lead him to the right path.
As he approached 2 feet from the wall, fear came. Fear overcame him. It was a disease which suddenly manifested and took control of his body. It was so sudden, that he faltered. Fear, like the eyes of a devil. Fear was still there. Fear's toll upon the body was noticable. Rouge was trembling... shivering like a little boy at the sight of the reaper himself. His curiosity was all but kept him from falling down and crying. It was the curiousity... the voice inside his head, that allowed him, to stagger towards the wall. It was almost as if curiousity took a role of a person, a friend, a family member edging him on. The only difference, was his senses. He could not see, nor hear curiousity. All the 5 sense failed him, but sense curiousity, he did. Within a feet away from the wall, Fear left. Almost as sudden as it had come. As if the emperor had decided to call back his entire army seeing his own capital being raided. And then, it was gone. Silence. Silence was all that was left, and for once, Rouge had appreciated silence. Silence was golden once again.
The pipe pierced into the wall, penetrating it's physical boundaries. It seemed to melt into the wall. It was as if the wall itself was a giant monstrosity, absorbing whatever that went through. Or maybe, just an optical illusion, hiding a portal to an unknown world. Whatever it was, Rouge had no idea. But he knew what he had to do. Pulling the pipe out yield that there was no harm in piercing the wall. With this fact in hand, Rouge pushes his hand into the wall. The surface of the wall was cold to touch, but after the penetration, it felt a comfortable warm sensation. Rouge walks into it.
Darkness. Silence. More silence. A void. For every word he spoke, his ears heard nothing. For every shout he made, silence was its reply. Silence and darkness. Nothing. Was he standing up? or was he upside down? Was he even standing? Or maybe he was in space where there were no directions. He looked around. All he saw was the same old darkness. It was black. Hell black. Even darker than the pits of hell. A falling sensation came over Rouge.
He was falling. Where? which direction. All was not known... excepy the heavy thud on the landing and the unconscious Rouge on the cold floor.
Curiousity... Man's best friend, and a cat's worst enemy. Without curiousity, how are we to create? We are all slaves to curiousity. Curiousity is a being that takes us all under its wing of influence...
Being overwhelmed by curiousity, Rouge forces his fears away. With a sweep of his arm signifying the strenght from within, Rouge heads for the wall. Although curiousity has taken its hold on Rouge, he is still sober... sober enough to check the walls before he does anything foolish. With an open inspection, the wall appears to be in a solid impenetrable state. However, there's something not quite right about the wall. Looking at it head on, Rouge notices that the wall spans all the way up as far as his eyes can see. Rouge looks around the place. He would try to find an object to throw into the wall and see what happens. With curiousity beaming, Rouge takes a quick scan of his surroundings, find a metalic object the length of his arm. It seems to be a broken pipe of some sort. The only difference is colour. It was black. With the end broken off, it showed that the pipe itself was made of a black material. The texture was that of metal; cold to the touch. Rouge has found his probe, and with this weapon, he would see if his curiousity had lead him to the right path.
As he approached 2 feet from the wall, fear came. Fear overcame him. It was a disease which suddenly manifested and took control of his body. It was so sudden, that he faltered. Fear, like the eyes of a devil. Fear was still there. Fear's toll upon the body was noticable. Rouge was trembling... shivering like a little boy at the sight of the reaper himself. His curiosity was all but kept him from falling down and crying. It was the curiousity... the voice inside his head, that allowed him, to stagger towards the wall. It was almost as if curiousity took a role of a person, a friend, a family member edging him on. The only difference, was his senses. He could not see, nor hear curiousity. All the 5 sense failed him, but sense curiousity, he did. Within a feet away from the wall, Fear left. Almost as sudden as it had come. As if the emperor had decided to call back his entire army seeing his own capital being raided. And then, it was gone. Silence. Silence was all that was left, and for once, Rouge had appreciated silence. Silence was golden once again.
The pipe pierced into the wall, penetrating it's physical boundaries. It seemed to melt into the wall. It was as if the wall itself was a giant monstrosity, absorbing whatever that went through. Or maybe, just an optical illusion, hiding a portal to an unknown world. Whatever it was, Rouge had no idea. But he knew what he had to do. Pulling the pipe out yield that there was no harm in piercing the wall. With this fact in hand, Rouge pushes his hand into the wall. The surface of the wall was cold to touch, but after the penetration, it felt a comfortable warm sensation. Rouge walks into it.
Darkness. Silence. More silence. A void. For every word he spoke, his ears heard nothing. For every shout he made, silence was its reply. Silence and darkness. Nothing. Was he standing up? or was he upside down? Was he even standing? Or maybe he was in space where there were no directions. He looked around. All he saw was the same old darkness. It was black. Hell black. Even darker than the pits of hell. A falling sensation came over Rouge.
He was falling. Where? which direction. All was not known... excepy the heavy thud on the landing and the unconscious Rouge on the cold floor.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Part1
A tiny droplet falling... a ripple occuring... a wave... and finally, the end of the world...
Rouge was a fine boy. Skilled in the art of fencing he was; a rare skill at this time. Time has dulled the sense of humanity. It took its toll with technology. For with technology, came power, responsibilities, and last of all... the absorbtion of the soul. For what technology gave in power, it sapped in physical strength. What use of us to walk in the streets when we have a TV, or even a computer. With the power of buying everything online, what use is a physical store? With the technology to turn everything on with a flick of a switch, what use are body movements? For all we know, we could all be human vegetables. Sure with technological advances come power. But what use is power if we do not use it? Wars? A sure display of power, but at the cost of lives. And with no wars, there comes no power. With no military, a country is useless. And with no power at all, there is no peace. Peace is a form of divinity, for with peace, souls flourish and multiply. The golden age is nearing.....
Rouge age 19. A fine young man he turned out to be. He had everything a man ever wanted. Good looks accompanied by a charming personality, a mascular body to go with it, and even a fencing skill that some of the girls so adore. But that wasn't all. He was blessed with intelligence and a mindset of determination and integrity. He was not loved. He was worshipped! With smiles that drove girls crazy, he was undoubtedly the most popular guy in the whole university. His friends remain loyal and are at his side the moment he falters. A good world he is in... or is it?
Pain... Blood... Demons or aliens? Friends or Foe? Day or night? Pain or pleasure? Or maybe Pain for pleasure......
The wind blows. Birds flutter. And then, the alarm clock rings. Shaken by the absolute thunder of his alarm clock, Rouge finally gets out of bed. A massive headache comes over him. A hangover? no... impossible. Although Rouge has a high tolerance for alcohol, it wasn't him. He didn't even go out last night. But today... today was his day. His 21st birthday. A celebration he had expected, planned for and told everyone about at uni. He would take off in grandeur. It would be a day to remember. After brushing up and showering, he walked down the stairs for breakfast. Expecting the magic words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to be yelled at him, he sat, pretending it was just a normal ordinary day. His mum came in, placed his food on the table, and stole off for work. His father had already left for work and was not here to greet him. Silence.... Looking around to find some sort of surprise lurking, he found none. And then... more silence. Silence is golden, but in this case, he felt silence was against him. It wasn't golden... rather, it was black!
"Mum?"... Silence
"Hey mum, you there?"... Silence
Walking out the house, he sees the world in a whole different perspective. The streets were there but there were no one. It's quiet. Silent. Walking further down the street, he sees more people. People that aren't people. People that look like people, accept they are all in a shade of grey. Not only their skin, but their clothes too. Everything seemed as though there was a black and white filter placed before it. But everything...everything else was at it's original colour. The traffic lights were red yellow green, the brick walls were red, the fruits were flourishing in colour. All except people. Rouge sees a girl. She was young... probably around 14ish. But she was different. She was normal. She had colours. Rouge goes up to her to start a conversation but before he was even near, she bolted. She dashed for the wall and dissapeared into it. Rouge was shocked. All his life, he had never seen this dimension, and now, for the first time, he was confused. Truely confused. No friends here. No one here... No one... worthy of the title of "people" is in this town. No one....
Rouge was a fine boy. Skilled in the art of fencing he was; a rare skill at this time. Time has dulled the sense of humanity. It took its toll with technology. For with technology, came power, responsibilities, and last of all... the absorbtion of the soul. For what technology gave in power, it sapped in physical strength. What use of us to walk in the streets when we have a TV, or even a computer. With the power of buying everything online, what use is a physical store? With the technology to turn everything on with a flick of a switch, what use are body movements? For all we know, we could all be human vegetables. Sure with technological advances come power. But what use is power if we do not use it? Wars? A sure display of power, but at the cost of lives. And with no wars, there comes no power. With no military, a country is useless. And with no power at all, there is no peace. Peace is a form of divinity, for with peace, souls flourish and multiply. The golden age is nearing.....
Rouge age 19. A fine young man he turned out to be. He had everything a man ever wanted. Good looks accompanied by a charming personality, a mascular body to go with it, and even a fencing skill that some of the girls so adore. But that wasn't all. He was blessed with intelligence and a mindset of determination and integrity. He was not loved. He was worshipped! With smiles that drove girls crazy, he was undoubtedly the most popular guy in the whole university. His friends remain loyal and are at his side the moment he falters. A good world he is in... or is it?
Pain... Blood... Demons or aliens? Friends or Foe? Day or night? Pain or pleasure? Or maybe Pain for pleasure......
The wind blows. Birds flutter. And then, the alarm clock rings. Shaken by the absolute thunder of his alarm clock, Rouge finally gets out of bed. A massive headache comes over him. A hangover? no... impossible. Although Rouge has a high tolerance for alcohol, it wasn't him. He didn't even go out last night. But today... today was his day. His 21st birthday. A celebration he had expected, planned for and told everyone about at uni. He would take off in grandeur. It would be a day to remember. After brushing up and showering, he walked down the stairs for breakfast. Expecting the magic words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to be yelled at him, he sat, pretending it was just a normal ordinary day. His mum came in, placed his food on the table, and stole off for work. His father had already left for work and was not here to greet him. Silence.... Looking around to find some sort of surprise lurking, he found none. And then... more silence. Silence is golden, but in this case, he felt silence was against him. It wasn't golden... rather, it was black!
"Mum?"... Silence
"Hey mum, you there?"... Silence
Walking out the house, he sees the world in a whole different perspective. The streets were there but there were no one. It's quiet. Silent. Walking further down the street, he sees more people. People that aren't people. People that look like people, accept they are all in a shade of grey. Not only their skin, but their clothes too. Everything seemed as though there was a black and white filter placed before it. But everything...everything else was at it's original colour. The traffic lights were red yellow green, the brick walls were red, the fruits were flourishing in colour. All except people. Rouge sees a girl. She was young... probably around 14ish. But she was different. She was normal. She had colours. Rouge goes up to her to start a conversation but before he was even near, she bolted. She dashed for the wall and dissapeared into it. Rouge was shocked. All his life, he had never seen this dimension, and now, for the first time, he was confused. Truely confused. No friends here. No one here... No one... worthy of the title of "people" is in this town. No one....
Day1
hahahah... so this is how a blog works eh??... for my first post... i shall post a test message, ie this... does this mean i have wasted a little bit of my life to a blog? or does this mean i shall lose even more in the future... time will tell and yield me answers... for now... this will have to do ...
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