Michael Jackson, Dota, and what guys do in Midvalley

Michael Jackson might have passed on, but he still managed to put together a new song out now: Hold my Hand, a duet with Akon. It's not too bad, go check it out.

Dota. It's big and well-known among guys, much to the dismay of many couples. It's almost like Call of Duty:Black Ops except Dota is more for my area maybe. You should see the amount of groups on Facebook saying like

Guy: You break my heart, I break yours

Girl: You break my heart, I break your Black Ops CD

Guy: *Gasps in horror*

or this

Girl: My boyfriend broke up with me *crying*

Protective brother: What? Imma kill that bitch! Did he say why he did it??

Girl: I accidentally broke his Black Ops disc...

Protective brother: Ohmigo-- what da hell wrong with you woman? Get out of the house now!

Girl: But--but

Protective brother(not so protective now I guess): OUT!

Yeah so you get the idea. Guys can get pretty addicted to games, especially those that give us the competitive edge, the one that pits us against other guys just so we can prove we're better. And sometimes we just like killing things. It's the adrenaline rush thingy.

SO, if you're ever thinking of playing Dota, you could try it out, it's quite fun and all.. sometimes... Beware though if you're new and all and you can't keep up with the other player's online? You're doomed. Dota does NOT bring out the best in human nature, you will be screwed on repeatedly through the chat if you're not doing you're part, and that can happen quite a lot. In a perfect world, there'd be no cursing or swearing or demeaning or abuse in Dota. But that'd probably take out the competitive edge somewhat.

Still with me so far? Or did you skip that part just now. I know, some people get pretty puzzled as to why we play Dota or any other games for long, long hours. It's simple, it's competitive, you get to show you're good at it while having fun, sometimes it gets your adrenaline pumping too. It's a guy thing most of the time. I'm surprised I actually know two or three girls that actually play Dota.

So what do guys do in Midvalley when they're out together? (no girls around :P) well, the movie's kinda almost like, tradition by now. There's the arcade too, and bowling, not the type of stuff I like to do but I'll follow the crowd. We walk around looking at girls too. A lot. We don't stare like perverts or stuff I mean, we look at 'em for like a second before moving on. Some of us give a rating by saying out a number from 1 to 10. Now before you go shouting "woman's lib!!!" and coming after me with pitchforks and torches, tell me one law that states it's wrong to look at members of the opposite sex and that it is a punishable offence. And the numbers thing? We don't go shouting the numbers out so the girl will know. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and what exactly is wrong if the beholder simply says to his or her friends that he or she thinks a certain guy or girl is attractive or not? We're not full of ourselves, we don't think of ourselves as someone who can get any girl we see and suddenly we can start rating everyone. No, we're just average guys having some simple fun at no one's expense.

Incidentally, there are a LOT of couples in Midvalley. The whole place is swarmed with 'em. Can almost make a guy feel envious..

oh, and yes there's something called laser tag at Midvalley. Wonder if it's any good

In silence lies the heart in pain,

A layer of doubt, like mist, perhaps rain,

A delay, for a second like a lifetime,

like a desert of a grain,

a drop like a sea,

a crack as if already broken.

Reboot a.k.a back from the dead?

Is it really me?

back from the dead?

revisiting this forsaken piece of um... i-dunno-what... on the internet?

yeah I guess so, see I got bored and, shit happened (or rather shit didn't happen, so that's why I'm bored)

Right so, I got nothin' to do, I just finished a part of this story I'm doing called Red Majestic (it's about a kid who becomes a superhero and ooh did I mention he's hot? yeah you should totally check him out sometime, oh wait you can't cos the chances of it getting published is the square root of negative 2, oh well...), scrolling down through facebook looking for some interesting stuff. Usually nothing interesting ever appears but, hey, I'm a weird kind of guy, hopeless hope comes naturally to me.

Now I know, I mentioned stuff about posting only stories here, but eff that, no one's gonna pass by and read 'em anyway *shows rude gesture to all the other popular blogs with stories out there wooo*

So it's been about a week after SPM, I can't really describe what I'm feeling now... Somehow I don't feel as great as I thought it would be? I mean don't get me wrong, SPM was stressful, especially the part where right before the last two papers, I get diagnosed with appendicitis and I'm told I had to go chop out my appendix. Now that kinda sucked. Couldn't study anything at all so, goodbye bio and accounts, see ya from heaven.

It gets boring you know, for any guy or girl who hasn't finished their SPM, unless of course you have a life, then you probably won't be that bored. Somehow, the routine-like thing of going to school over and over again and rejoicing when it's Friday has just... dug it's way deep into me I guess. It was familiar, sometimes it was fun, sometimes I damn near felt like just sleeping in class ignoring everyone and everything *that's the emo side of me by the way, be nice :)* Now that's probably all gonna go away. I knew everyone's name in my class, I poked fun at most of them, and now, knowing that it'll all be gone soon has me at a kind of...revelation I guess.

I realize that things are going to change. They already have started to. And my stand on this change is something like "I defy you change!!! Go away!" But it's not going away. It's here to stay. You can laugh and play. Or cry and bay (that means fight when you're cornered by the way =) it. just. won't. go. away. You have to take it in stride I guess. I know I'll survive, I can adapt, we all can. But the things that I wanted to do, the things I should have done, the things that could have been, they were the past. Now is the present. That is the future *points at uncertain, foggy road that popped out of nowhere* Sometimes I think I'm facing it alone. I guess I'm right, we're all gonna face it alone. It's just that some of us are more better equipped than the other, and some of us have more confidence, more companions. I've made it this far with what I have though, and it's what I have right now that counts. I don't know for sure, who I can count on, what I can do, what will become of me.

This is not me being emo. This is me reminiscing. Right before things change. Reminiscing one last time.

Remember, remember, the days of December, the day we left our schools forever.

Remember this when we are older:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both,

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could,

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there,

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay,
In leaves no step had trodden black,

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

Somewhere ages and ages hence,

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made a difference.

The Road Not Taken, a beautiful poem by Robert Frost.

i'm so lazy to update

lol, school's started again, DAMMIT^(%#$*(@@ and i can onli go online on weekends T.T

here's the continuation...

She knew that the boy was sincere and would keep his word regardless of anything.

“Okay, I believe in miracles, but can I at least know a name I can call you by?”

The boy looked at his wristwatch quickly. Hayley hadn’t noticed a watch on his hand before. He had probably conjured it only just. “Woah! Look at the time! I’ve really got to go my dear, I’ll see you tomorrow? Yes, I’m coming tomorrow as well.”

Hayley wasn’t buying his act, he knew she was trying not to answer her. “Where are you going?”

“Uhhh...—National Miracle Makers’ Association meeting...”He said lamely.

“There’s an association of miracle makers?” She said, interrogating him.

“Yeah...I think...” Hayley raised an eyebrow. “I hope...?” Said the boy. Hayley didn’t even blink. “I wish...?” He said, “I’ll make one on my way then.”

He snapped his hands together and said, “Anyway, you can walk back to the hospital on you own right? Or do you want me to call a cab?”

“Uhh... I’m sure I can make my way back to the hospital.” Of course, she also had to deal with her 9kg battery and her weak heart.

“Don’t worry about your heart and that battery of yours. Good bye then!” Without another word, he melted into the darkness of dusk. It was already 7:35 p.m. She had been out of her room for a long time. The nurses were probably worried sick. But that’s what happens when you follow a stranger who claims he can give you a heart. Thought Hayley.

She made her way to the hospital as fast as she could. She had obviously missed some medication and check ups she was supposed to have but she felt fine.

At the hospital, no one seemed to notice that she had been gone from her room all. The staff were as they were, nodding and some smiling at Hayley when they saw her. She went up to a middle-aged nurse. “Siti, did anything happen while I was gone?”

“Happen? Nothing’s happened, and what do you mean while you were gone?”

“Nothing,” Hayley said quickly. “Didn’t know what I was saying.”

The nurse gave her a small smile. “You’re probably just tired dear. Go get some rest.”