Its been a while again

 

Last month was a rollercoaster of ups and downs, when I say ups and downs, there were the  highs and the lowest of lows.

So I finally attended my graduation, got on the podium, received my roll of paper and smiled for the cameras. I felt sort of numb during and after that for a while, my friends were far more excited for my graduation that I was. It took me a while to understand why. The thing was I had relied on my Uni workload to give a direction for a while now, and now that it is all done and gone, I feel a bit empty of purpose, lazy to move on.

So here in December I contemplate what I have done and have to do for the future. The is some pressure form the ‘rents and my little sister doing he O/Ls this December. I want to know what to do next but for now it’s a jumble and I’m going to let it be for now. Let December take its toll.

I’ve been watching Sons of Anarchy these days and finishing off the first season, so far I like it, and still on that Wheel of Time reading spree on book 6 now, that’s half of the whole crow-begotten series.

I know this is a short post considering the rest of my posts but I’m still coming out of that funk and is reserving all my writing powers for something I have am working on.

So till next time

M :3

Lectures, Nintendos and prospective Angel-falling

 

Life has been a bit rocky, but who doesn’t go through those times. These are these people sometimes who are so low, that when you thought they cant get any worse, he hit a whole new level.

I don’t want to speak of such awful things, on a side note my work times have changed, from 8.30 to 5.30pm, to 9 to 5, so much better, with all the traffic in the morning and the rush in the evening, its amazing how much of a change half an hour can give.

So I’m lecturing tomorrow, its not like the practical's where I can do this or maybe that and get the result, and math isn't my favourite subject, I barely passed in school and the only reason I passed in campus is because of larger assignment deadlines and helpful friends.

So that’s all I can say for now, yeah life is pretty much boring, I have to wait for November for it to get any interesting, other than my brothers birthday this month [Note to self, make a butt-kicking birthday card], I don’t really see much happening this month, I think there maybe some events next month, and if one of my prospective job offers come through, I am totally set, plus I got some friends coming back down to SL.

Damn it, Its really hard to have a good time when your really good friends live in different continents –_–.

Anyway I’m trying to save up for a Nintendo 3DS_XL, but I would really thing the 2DS would be more affordable but its still not released and I’m not sure if SL will get it before christmas, but I’m totally up for buying it at christmas, first of all I must find a good retailer, the guys who I asked for gave me double the actual price, I was like WTF. Needless to say I wont be contacting them any time soon.

So the latest season of SPN is back on, I cant help but be totally spazzing. It was all, Hallelujah its raining Angels! last time and I have the latest Sleepy Hollow episode to watched, al downloaded and ready to be feasted on when I get home.

Cant forget that I must prepare for tomorrows lecture.

Till Next Time,

Yours Truly (also Diabolik Lovers was totally yeesh, bleugh)

 

M

Ode to the pretty boy in the red shorts

 

It was this wednesday as I got on the 101 bus, a bunch of guys (possibly schooling, I don’t know, they all look very made, with tight shirts and nice shoulders, I saw this one guy in little red shirts, they were not short enough to be short shorts, or long enough to come to the knee, and tight across him bottom, which made my inner girl, purrr, so I need to write this down, you’ll find out why.

When I saw you first you were laughing with your friends,

Snickering and smiling.

School holidays at end.

From the corner of my eye I peeked at your form.

Tight black T-shirt, and those devilish red shorts.

When you got on the bus, I praised my luck.

I really, really, really.

wanted to see your butt.

And so I sidled my sight down,

as you reached up to the railing, your T-shirt slid up.

It was all I could do, to shut my groan up.

Young nubile boys, how you make me blush,

Wide shoulders, nice posteriors and those Adams apple

I just want a touch.

Yet it wasn’t meant to be,

As my bus stop came up.

I choked out excuse me.

And I got the hell out.

Yet you remain in my thoughts,

My sylph in red,

So to you I write this,

Please get out of my head.

I must study for my finals, yet you weave naughty thoughts,

Now shoo you handsome devil,

Red shorts and all.

~M

Self impose Hiatus and control

 

So the last few weeks, I put most everything on hold, movies, anime (well except SnK), new music, books (YES, IT IS TORTURE). With the ultimate goal of studying my bottom off, so far, its working to a certain extent. So I won’t put up a long post today, you can expect a long one next week or so, I am still completing my Gagra story, for anyone who even reads it, you can find the chapters so far on the right side of the blog.

And this is September so I have a lot of things planned, I just hope it does stay on plan, free time ahead and after this Fridays exam and a viva on Sunday I am home free from any studies, WOOHOO. And I can start job hunting, while the current post is okay, I need something with a bit more action and actual work, September will have me baking (oh sweet sugar cakes the things I could make), hanging out with friends, watching a back log of anime and tv series, art-ing, sleeping, and generally sitting in front of my laptop with a cup of tea  :3, I am also going to the Logos Book-ship , yes book ship, it’s a ship with books. Haven't decided when though, and the book fair.

So much to do so little time.

So I leave you with this, Happy september and may the odds be ever in your favour.

M

P.S. Have some art I scribbled yesterday

The Road to Gagra, Chapter 2 : Travelling companions

CHAPTER 2

When we last left our adventurer, she was riding off into the sunset, or rather the sunrise if you ‘re into the particulars.

Now Dammi, our protagonist, was a girl prepared, she brought plenty of tea, cookies, clean underwear and towels, one thing she forgot was water, so we find her by the side of the wooded road, by her motor buggy, sniveling over the fact that she had tea and cookies, but no water to make the tea .

She was so absorbed in her ranting that she didn’t see when a strange bespectacled creature came walking around a corner on the road. She didn’t notice him right until he came and said, “Excuse me , miss.”In a gravelly tone Halting Dammi mid-wail, “Is anything wrong, you seem quite upset.”

It was only then that Dammi got her first look at the stranger; he was short, furry and cute as a button, not to mention he wore the most curious waistcoat that she has ever seen.

“Oh it is nothing,” replied Dammi, “I was merely complaining about the world and its unjustness, I’m Dammi by the way,” she added with a smile.

And the strange, furry short being said, “I’m Thomas, the traveler ,” touching two clawed fingers to his hat For he wore a hat, a mini sombrero, held on his head by a faded blue ribbon tied under his furred chin.

“The Traveler,?” she asked, “Is that some kind of title,” as she walked around the buggy to get closer to Thomas.

“Yes, I am the appointed Traveler, of my people.” He added with a theatrical bow. Now that Dammi was closer enough to see Thomas, she found that his hat wearing head only came up to her mid-thigh. He wore only a strange looking belt with many pouches, a colorful patchwork backpack and his mini-sombrero, His hands and feet were tipped by short claws, in short he looked like a cross between a beaver and a squirrel.

Kneeling, so she was eye to eye with this new being, “Just who are your people? I have never seen someone of your kind.” She added unsure how to proceed in this sort of situation.

“Why my dear, we are the Chosur, we live up there in the mountains,” he said gesturing wildling behind him.

“I’ve never heard of the Chosur,” Dammi said, looking at Thomas, “Well Mr Traveler, then it is an honor indeed, you see I am myself a traveler, rather an adventurer.”

Looking around seeing no one, she bends closer to Thomas and whispers, “I’m on a quest you see, a quest to find Gagra.”

“Gagra?,” he muttered, the furry guy looked at her, and said in a curious tone, “Gagra, but that is...well that is..” he trailed off, “I seemed to have forgotten something,”

Wide eyed, Dammi grabs Thomas and says, “DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS?, oh please please tell me,” pleading and dropping Thomas.

Adjusting his sombrero and his pack he says, “Uhh well, I believe I might have been there at some point but that memory seems to have faded, it could be the work of an obliviation machinator or a magician. Of what little I remember of Gagra, I do remember a large tree, a river and a band of dancing red people.”

Dammi was shell shocked, merely a day into her quest she finds a mysterious clue in the form of Thomas the traveler, she asks tentatively, “Can you tell me, or give me any sort of clue ?”

“Well, I can’t, he says.” He tugs at his belt nervously and cringes when Dammi mutters in disappointment, “But I can find someone who can help.” He adds.

“REALLY!!” she exclaims and hugs the Chosur, “Well, What are we waiting for, get on, let’s go meet them.” She says as she runs to the buggy.

“Wait, Miss Dammi, it is getting dark we should make camp, we wil make way tomorrow, it is on the way to where I am going so I can introduce you too.” He said gesturing to the gathering darkness, the trees had fallen oddly quiet and the shadows had grown longer, Dammi shivered.

“I guess you have a point, “she gulped as she heard the howling of some strange creature. “Indeed,” the Chosur added with a grin, I will make us some dinner and tell you the story of who we will meet, he is Welika, the greatest sorcerer this side of Tampanni.”

And so our protagonist and her new travelling companion settled in for the night, by the side of the road to Gagra, bordered by the deep, dark woods.

The Road to Gagra, Chapter 1 : Introducing Our Erstwhile Protagonist

gentle meioa’s so, I’m sort of juggling with this fic, and yes it might have a few lankan hints so yeah, enjoy, I might update this like twice weekly so lay down your thoughts on what you think and what should happed I’d like to make this an interactive thing.

The road to Gagra was a peculiar road, it was the only road in all of Tampanni, it twisted and turned and at some stretched it was so straight that you thought the very horizon stood on its edge. Now, this road is oft travelled, but never from one corner to another, this is because no one really knew where it started or where it ended, and if someone did try to find one end, they often ended up travelling for years and getting off the road for the sake of sanity and a permanent bathroom fixtures. But our protagonist is no mere mortal, she is Dammi, daughter of Thani, daughter of Maniq, so she was a mortal with a pedigree, she came from a family of adventurers, why, her oldest brother Yenu, had gone adventuring in the Kanamadiri Forest the moment he reached his man-age. And often sent home packages filled with strange aboriginal jewelry (most times curse), beaded cloths (ma said it was a death shroud) and pickled and dried body parts of the various animals found in the forest, her older sister Namu had ridden off to the plains of the Behatta desert, there she sometimes remembered to sent them a letter or two when the effects of the cactus juice wore off. Dammi’s coming of age was a big thing, being the youngest of three means, you get spoiled rotten and at the same time have high hopes, so Dammi’s parents had prepared a ship to travel from Tampanni to Ingira. Now our protagonist, she isn’t like the rest of her family you see, she’s a lot more laid back, she wouldn’t mind living alone, being catered to her every whim by oiled pretty boys, she liked power, so early on she decided to herself, I’m going to be the most powerful, the most awesome ruler of Tampanni, granted she was 8 and no one believed her, but woe to them because shortly after she turned 13, she found a sure fire way to ensure her claim of true despotism, but according to her family she had responsibilities, so she decided, will wait till my woman-age, so on the night before she turned 18, she packed a bag with her belongings, a few boxes of tea, a tin of chocolate biscuits, she kissed the cheeks of her snoring parents and sneaked off into the night on her motor-buggy.

Now the aforementioned plan to despotism, that Dammi had come about was about the potential discovery of the beginning of the route to Gagra, and also, where in the world is Gagra, she had scoured the texts, the books and questioned wise old men and fools, but no one, NO ONE, knew what, where or who , was Gagra. So she thought one day after a pondering cup of tea, “I want to own the road to Gagra.” And so it was decided.

 

~End of Chapter 1~