Hell of a Time...Seriously HELL

As the title suggest, I am taking a break from my novel after a long hiatus of posting new entries due to it being being busy with ASSignments and exams. This post is based on the hardships that occurred during my exams.

First off my varsity was left barren of water for 5 days, and during the first day my belly button had an infection and was filled with pus (yes folks yellow smelly liquid coming out of my belly button). Anyways I endured it until I finally figured self healing wasn't working and decided to head to an emergency clinic and had the love of my life accompany me. Had to wait a while while bearing some pain until the ATM's came back online to withdraw cash to pay for my medical assistance (was 12.30 am when we left for the clinic so we headed to &-eleven to try and opt for anti-fungal cream, but to no avail). As we approached the door, we saw a group of guys in a frantic state carry a severely injured and unconscious person who was bleeding into the designated clinic that we were heading. According to the oral testimony of the crowd that gathered, the patient fell into a deep ditch head first after playing futsal. To try and save this patient all doctors were on deck and I had to wait for a while. Sadly the poor fellow did not make it (my condolences to the family of the deceased).

After the time of death was determined, it was my time to get examined so I left my girlfriend/wife for a few minutes. The doctor approved that it was an infection and asked me to get the nurse to clean my bellybutton. As I left the exam room, I saw my girlfriend/wife crying due to the sadness in the air due to the passing of the poor fellow. I felt bad about it but choose to shrug it off and went to get my belly button treated. To make matters worse my bed was opposite of the deceased and me being the jackass I was instantly took off my t-shirt and waited for the nurse while a group of friends and family members (my assumption) were reciting the yassin for the deceased. After gathering my thoughts for a while, I felt kind of guilty and decided to put my shirt back on and continued to wait for the nurse until he (yes it's a HE) arrived and treated my belly button.

The following morning we had our first paper at 8.30 am, and yes my blinking university was still not getting water supply (rumors were that it was because the Dam in Semenyih has dried up...but then why is it the rest of Bangi has water?). So me and the princess had to bath at the mosque (Yes, the mosque readers and bare in mind; it was not my first choice). So as you aspect from migrating around the campus looking for water like an animal in the African Savannah looking for a watering hole, my mind was more in tuned towards looking for places that have water than my exams (Please do not let me botch this semester). We had to stay and endure another day without water due to the fact that our second paper was the day after. The next day the water supply was cut off form the mosque due to it being friday so the idiot, image protecting bunch of administration staff did not let students bath there anymore (hypocrites through and through I tell you). Luckily there was still a college that had water supply so we bathed there before the exams. After perhaps botching my second paper due to worrying about water, I decided it was time to pack up and head home for a bit as I still needed to recover from my puss infected belly button which in truth, made me feel like this guy:

During the weekend, me and my girlfriend/wife were left to think about how grateful we should be to be alive, have water and resources and of course having each other....and then came round two of our bout. Hallelujah! there is water in the varsity! (happy dance song). The sad part is my lovely companions best friends father and also aunty passed away during this week and she was slightly disturbed by that fact and had problems concentrating on revision. Kudos to her for rebounding back and manage to get back on track with her preparations for exams, I am proud of her for doing so as she was still kind of traumatic about death after our incident at the clinic, but she took it at stride and pushed on (that's my girl :) ). Anyways exams are over and we both can finally take a break...provided that our advance audit project is accepted (Please accept doc, I'm in no mood for more literary reading on audit...the finals were enough). That's all for now ladies and gent's, till next time.

NOVEL PART 4

He walked towards the crime scene,cursing his luck of getting stuck in this assignment. The principal was blabbering like a mad women who seem to have lost her wits, like a drunkard telling tales of BS to everyone in the pub of his glory. Except this wasn't crap, this was real as night and day and the CCTV's caught it.

"Son of a B*&th" he swore again as he saw the hole rip through the concrete walls by a rocket. "Sir" said a man in the yards attire. "We have not found the whereabouts of the F%^ks who did this" said the policemen with a venom in his tone.He wouldn't blame the lad, this is one of the most pretigious schools in this area, the man must have even went to this school during his teen days. "Calm down officer, I'm sure the leads will turn up soon" said the man sounding reasuuring even though the truth is he didn't give a damn about the situaion, he was there to find out if the target was eliminated.

He stole the attire from the real detective or constable he didn't know nor care what the man's real position was in the office from the alleyway 3 kilometres back, tied the man up and soon emerged as the officer in charge of the crime scene, he was after all nicknamed the chameleon; he can copy any roll of his targets and he grinned with that thought. As he crept into the classroom, there he saw multiple bodies of young student's sprawled in grusome mess, blood,body parts and organs where sprayed all over the walls and floor.

He saluted the other officers and told them to take a break with a convincing attitude, that would give him time to assess the target's status. He made his way to the back of the class and rummaged through the tables and chairs piled with the bodies, until he found his key mark. The table he was looking for had the number "XIII" carved at one of it's legs, and under the table made him swore loudly. It said "Better luck A-holes, "XIII" is till alive"

He speed dialed on his mobile and cut his British accent act. "It's me" he said grimly. "What's the status of target?" asked the receiver on the other end."Missing" he hissed back. "Find him Agent Garrus, and don't report until you have found him" said the receiver in a flat tone and hung up. Garrus was outraged, tired and over the top pissed at how the target could elude their 3 months of planning and managed to escape alive."I'll find you yet boy, mark my words" said the agent as he strode off into the bustling busy streets, trying to find other clues on the whereabouts of his prey.

Novel Part 3

I was back in the old house, it stank like musk and the walls were stained with deep red. The bone chilling screams of agony from someone sends chills down my spine. I here footsteps coming up the stairs and I stood fixed looking at the door, the creature on the other side starts banging on it and senses my presence and is trying to finish me off. Yet I just stood rooted to my ground as the door, fixated and curious to what will enter. Finally the shingles from the door are ripped apart and the creature enters, it's red eyes gazed directly to mine.....

I woke up in a cold sweat and check on my surroundings, a sigh of relief as I was still in the airplane. The pilot's intercom rang as he made an announcement of our landing. I was so close to the place where these a cursed nightmare all began. I gulped down a glass of whiskey,damn it felt good and helps to relieve some of the pain and also dulls my memory and senses from the nightmare. Unfortunately drinking as much as I have, even through illegal measures to get a bottle of swig has not fully made me forget of what happened; no matter how hard I try these crappy nightmares are as I know was once a reality.

I arrived in Changi Airport, again my mood was turning sour, some part of me was beginning to think that my uncle has lost his marble's asking me to come so close to an area I swore that the only way I would set foot on was with the intent for blood. I hailed the taxi and headed to his area somewhere near the bay. “God damnit it man your not helping with the term lay low and out of sight” was my impression as I headed up his driveway and saw his banglow, the man must surely want a quick death wish due to this “beacon” of a house that far outclasses the others in the area. I rang the door bell and was thinking of a thousand ways to curse at the old fart.

But before I could speak a word as the door opened a familiar click brought me back in to reality, there right in front of my eyes was a glock ready to blow my brains out. “your getting slow my boy, you would be dead if I was the enemy” said a man with a gruffy voice. “Uncle, always a pleasure seeing your fat ass again, sadly you would be dead before you could have pulled the trigger if you were one of them” I said and pointed to my beretta already cocked and halfway through the trigger. “Hah! That's what I'm talking about, you haven't changed a bit lad; still got the edge” he chuckled and ushered me in. Good old Uncle Greaner, once a former British officer in the army now living his dream away from the frontlines and bloodshed; but alas wolves will always thirst for blood and the sheer trill of hunting.,,once you start you will never be able to stop.

We exchanged details on what has been happening in our crappy lives for the past 5 years, felt like a few hours ago we were back in the dessert doing one operation together. A few swigs of fine whisky and then we started getting into serious conversations. “So, is it them again this time?” he said with a stern look on his face. “No Sh**t , was there ever a doubt?” I told him as I passed a picture I took from my time back in England. He swore as he saw the insignia, truth be told even after centuries, they are still a thorn and pain in the ass for the family to deal with. He gaze was a fixed at the family crest, the center piece of his library. “First thing first we need to get you somewhere safe” he said flatly. “Where do you have have in mind?” I asked with a bit of curiosity. A long silence passed by and the first words totally stunned me to kingdom come.

“Malaysia” he said with confidence. “You fu**king kidding me?It's only parted by that damn area by a sea” I argued. “True, but the closer you are to your enemy then the lesser you are from their grips” He turned and grinned at me.Even after all this years of retirement he's still a crazy fu**ked up general that I know of, He may be crazy but his tactics and strategy has never failed. I raised my glass for a toast “To Hell I go then” and gulped down the last remnants of whiskey. “ But if they come for me there, I won't be nice....there will be blood spilled” I stated with a stern look of my own. “My thoughts exactly” my uncle replied as we both grinned and had another bottle of fine Jack Daniel's.

Novel Part 2

CHAPTER 1

After walking a few blocks away from school, I ditched my wig that I have been wearing every time to school and found a phone booth nearby. I went in and made sure nobody was following or waiting for me outside. I picked the receiver and dialed a number, a few minutes went by before a voice picked up. “Hello?” said an old raspy voice, must be due to different time zones, it's probably around 4 am where he is. “Uncle Ben? It's me, Aunt Petunia has blown off steam again;need a place to stay” I said in a coded message. “S**t, you alright boy?” inquired Uncle Ben (not his real name). “Need a place to stay, other than that I'm just peachy” I said. After a few seconds of a silence pause he finally said “come over then”. “I'll be there soon” I hung up before he could even reply and hailed the nearest taxi and headed for the airport, in a sense feeling relieved that I no longer have to put up with the people at school any longer.

Upon reaching the airport, I bought a plane ticket, cursed at the thought of the long flight there and went to the magazine store to look for some reading material. “Dumbledore is gonna beat Voldemort!” I heard a kid saying to his friend. “Na'ah I think Sirius will!” his friend argued. I picked a novel and was paying for it and a pack of reds when their personal debate started intensifying, in short started to get on my nerves. “Your both wrong, both of them die...read the books and you'll know” I said. The twinkle in their eyes faded as they heard my answer, like a small toddler finding out that Santa Clause did not exist. Their argument faded and they started to sob. I grinned and walk pass them and headed for the departure hall. I thought to myself well I'm a Tolkien fan anyway, Lord of the Rings beats a teen wizard with family issues any day. I headed towards the gents and went into a cubicle and put on a fake beard and contact lens that changed my eye color, made sure that they were on perfectly and headed for the ticket counter again with another passport at hand.

While waiting for my flight, I lighted one of my cigarettes and watch the TV (or telly if your from this parts). The news was on, my high school was highlighted in an evening special, the tag line was that this was done by a group of hoodlums whom had a personal vendetta with the school. I chuckled at the cover up story that they were running when suddenly the a flight attendant came towards me and told me that my flight was calling for final boarding. I headed for the gate and showed my boarding pass and headed in. I caught sight of two men in suits heading towards another gate, they were inquiring about a person and said that this person was a wanted person and showed the flight attendant. That's when I heard the flight attendant's announcement “Attention to all passengers of ***** Airways heading to Amsterdam our flight is delayed due to certain mechanical failure, we are sorry for the inconvenience and will be departing shortly after we have things under control”. After the announcement the two men headed into the boarding tunnel and into the plane.

“Sir? Is there something wrong?” asked the flight attendant at my gate. “Nothing,just thought I saw someone familiar” I said and headed in. I found my seat and looked through the window, I saw the two men in suits in the tunnel chute near the other plane, they looked confused and distraught. “Newbies” I chuckled to myself. I got comfortable in my seat and heard the pilot's announcement “Attention to all passengers of ***** Airlines we are about to depart for Hong Kong, please fasten your seat belt and remain at your seat.....” and he went on while the flight attendant showed the passengers on the safety precautions. Meanwhile, I was looking at my flight ticket, and knew that I had another transit flight to take to Singapore. “F**k, it's going to be a hell of a long journey, Asia here I come” I muttered to myself and began reading my novel. While on the runway I took a glance through the window again, I saw the two men in suits at the tarmac, looking lost and confused, I grinned and closed the window and continued reading my novel.

Short Novel

Greetings readers, this is just a phase I'm going through and thus I have decided to write a short novel and updating it every week (if possible). Just a key reminder though that this novel is FICTIONAL and all the characters are made up. Hope you enjoy it.

TWISTED MIND : PROLOGUE

You know back in the good old days back when you were a kid? Happy life, cool friends, nagging parent's and also free of hassle? Basically the good life at the beginning of it all. Well what do you do if in reality your life is way far than those factors and in seems like those kind of things are a fairy tale life to you?

Let's put it in my shoes, migrant person (me no understand your language), across the world from your kind of people and to top it all off a miserable person at home and you are actually running away from your loved ones, and for a good reason too.....

“ Dude, seriously what the hell man; quit your fantasy and come back to reality” a familiar voice said to me, I turn around and it's my bud Jeffrey Tanning looking at me with an irritated face which I am all to dull to care for anymore. “Hey Jeff, dull day morning huh?” I said to him while already knowing the repercussion of saying it. “Morning? Dude seriously it's noon you twit, get you-” before he could finish the sentence a prefect (which also considered by most freshman to be an honorable post, but for me a senior and a former one who used to bare the same post ; I can tell you this, we do a heck of a lot more dishonorable things than normal student's).

“Strife?” said the prefect with a sneer on her face, ahhhh good old Christine Paulman; respected deputy head prefect also the Head prefects lover...and also still pissed that I punched him 2 years ago back when I was still in the force for some dispute. “Yeah? What's the deal C?” I replied without even looking at her annoying face. “The headmistress is calling for you” she said with a bit of venom to her voice, she's definitely still pissed I broke her lovers nose and left it at a permanent state of crookedness. Without even replying I picked my back pack and headed out the class, really felt like a convict from death row heading to his sentence by the stares and looks from my classmates; being escorted by a prefect who literally hates me does not help with the situation either.

I reached the supposedly execution chamber or in another term it's called the headmistress or principal's office, depends which region you are from. I give a curt nod to her secretary who ushers me in with the body language that tells me that she hates my American guts. “Mr Dalamante, do come in” said the principal without moving her eye contact from her computer screen, probably fiddling around with e-bay finding a new item to buy at the expense of her husband's credit card. “Mrs Oliver” I acknowledged her as I made myself comfortable in the chair in front of her desk. “Mr Dalamante, it seems you have been up to no good again now are you?” she said with a stern face. “What did I do this time?” I asked while thinking of all the stuff I pull off this week alone and which one got me busted, Smoking in school? Cutting classes? Puncturing the new teacher's Prius tires? . “It seems to me that you have vandalized our school's south wall with your personal touch?” she said while fiddling my student file, I nearly grinned looking at the size of it since I was here only 3 years back; nearly wanted to boast on how thick it was compared to then. “What do you mean ma'am?” I said with an American slang. “Don't toy with me young man, I know you did it cause you wrote your name on it!” she yelled and slammed a photo in front of me.

I was far to familiar with what was the fuss,the south wall of the school had a spray painted insignia, a drake writhing in a lake of fire with two swords as it's front fangs and under the insignia was a Spanish caption and my name. I looked at it for some time, and finally looked at her. “How much would it cost to pay to fix the whole school?”. “ I beg your pardon?” she said stunned. I took out a cheque book and scribbled down an estimated amount for the repairs and passed the cheque to her and got up from my chair. “Sit down boy, we are not finished!” she screamed and then a loud bang kicked in. The entire room shook and screaming of students and staff we heard everywhere. “What in hell's name is that?” she screamed, this time out of fear, which I found amusing for a 53 year old lady who always said in assemblies that she has conquered her fears and succeeded in her life; well apparently this situation was not in her resume .

I peeked through the blinds of her office window, I saw a whole bunch of guys, in supposedly a royal army uniforms, they were storming the south wall which was now a pile of rubble. I knew the faction of this squad of guys with their red and blue attire and it made my mouth taste like bile. “Well ma'am it seems I am dropping out early” I said while packing my back pack up and taking out a small mineral bottle filled with gasoline. “Wha-what?” she said with a surprised face. “These people know me and I am afraid that if I don't go somebody might get dragged into our personal vendetta” I said as I opened her window after all member's of the squad were already over the south wall and beyond view. “you know these hoodlums?” she asked with a rattled voice.

“Yeah, me and these bunch of people go way back, they must be looking for me” I said as I pulled out my lighter and toss gasoline over my file and torched it. “What are you doing? Who in god's name are they!?” she demanded, she was confused and fearful for she no longer had an understanding on the situation at hand. I clambered halfway out of her office window and replied with an evil grin “Their my relatives looking for my head” and then I jumped down into the bushes and headed out of the destroyed south wall and sprinted down the alley, away from getting caught by the traitorous bastards that are hunting for me.

1st Annversary

Just celebrated our 1st anniversary a few days back, had a blast with her (details are explicit only for us to know). Hope for more things to come and that our relationship will last till the day we walk down the aisle.Love you so much dear and will forever stand by your side :)

Decisions in Uncertainty

“A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows public opinion”
- Chinese proverb

Decisions have to be made every single day in our lives, but not all are positive in nature. As the proverb shows, mankind is also prone to decision making by the influence of the public (family,friends etc). One has to understand, that at the end of the day your choice is yours and the repercussion (if any) is yours alone to bear...like the Spanish saying goes mano-a-mano. Sometimes it is better for you to make your own decisions and learned from the mistakes (if any) that you have made,thus making you wiser and more witty in our decisions, instead on relying on others for guidance. Sure there will be conflict between family members or friends if you do not follow their advise but sometimes the decisions they made are safe ones.Life is always full of uncertainty, if all your decisions are certain in nature, then when will you learn?

here's a quote that we (me and my bro's) live by :
You must follow your own path and think for yourself, dare to take risks and fail, don't rely on us too much (parent's) for we may be against your decision.Sure there will be confrontation, but at least you are thinking for yourself and you are on your own two feet. We are not going to be here forever so you must come to those terms and try to live with your own conscience and although there will be conflict with us, know this...you are in charge of your life, not us...grow your own wings and follow your own path

- My parent's

Thus, even though sure the public (family,friends etc) will not tend to agree with everything you have decided; at the end of the day you and only yourself have to walk down the road....be brave and take heed that it is your own path, not others..thus you will have to walk it alone in the end, but do walk with stride....for if you make decisions on your own then you will feel more satisfied. If your decisions are incorrect, at least you will learn from your mistakes and you will make wiser decisions in the future.Cheers