April be Here!

So wow, it's already April. Seems like New Year just came around yesterday and now we're already in the fourth month. Kind of being skeptic about the Conficker Virus hype going around, and I have to admit that it's pretty devious the date this virus supposedly takes effect and spreads. April 1st, as in April Fools Day. It could possibly be a joke or the real deal. The person(s) who crafted this thing have deviously fired up skepticism and anxiety among people, I guess including me. If I don't update soon after this post... consider the worst... for my computer.

Anyways, besides the virus threat, tomorrow is April Fools Day. I want to pull off a really big prank but doubt it'll take effect because of my mismanaged coordination. If it does take effect however, the result(s) will be super epic awesome. I can't (wont) say now, just find out tomorrow... if it happens that is. Until then, I play my broken record self and say Bye!

Spring Break Ended? What the Heck?

So I guess I'm suffering the last minute down-crunch of enjoying what's left of this really short break. They should've given us atleast ONE more week to let us enjoy ourselves after going through that pain called homework. Atleast one more week for us IB kids XD. But oh well, I'm kinda glad we're going back to school... but not so much about the upcoming IB exams and diplomas and what not. But whatever, untill then I enjoy! To end today off, I'm going to play Drift City, with my buddy VTEC Honda, so hardcore. I need to level up so both of us can destroy other racers. And also, I can't wait for my Mercedes-Benz... in the game that it. So leveling up is a MUST! Mercedes, here I come!! Oh and, Bye!

Playing the Frets of War...

I cannot un-say what my mind has said,
Returning to the sight where my eyes had bled.
As I look at these strings with my fingers on the fret,
And playing each rythm is a cause for a threat--

--Warning me of those who I will never know
By judging them quick as a friend or a foe,
Like playing on key as my rythm stays sharp
While waiting on the crowd to let the music embark--

--Creating a tone through its crackeling sounds
Of a polluted mind upon the shattering ground.
As if strumming the frets will explode the peace,
While cutting the sound is like a bomb released.

Getting Back on Track

So these past few days have been hectic with what's been going and has happened. I'm still a bit shaky but I've managed to recover my mind. So with a deep breath I begin to get myself back on track and basically back to actuality and functionality. I don't want to move so fast as to believe the misconception of completely forgetting the memories, like many have told me to do. It'll be better to have a fragment still left inside as a boost of inspiration everytime I need it. Otherwise theres no need to move at all. This week will never be forgotten, because of it I suddenly have unending inspiration to create meaning poems just from a simple thought. I guess now I can finally enforce some true significance in my poetry. Wow I never thought I'd say that with such complexity that it actually (or almost) lets me want to like literature... almost. Aside from that, I've been rained upon (more like showered) by the unending droplets of homework. That's one weather forecast I can NEVER seem to avoid. I can live with the gentle breeze of Math, with its intriguing challenges just fluttering in my head. While the dynamic thunders of Social make me want to take cover, yet is seemingly impossible. French is just like a cloud occasionally passing by, bringing the good and bad at random times. And lastly there's Physic, with its scientific theories and truths just pouring down on me as either a form of harmless rain or a form of burning acid rain. At this moment I stand under the acid rain, with the clouds heading in a bad direction, along with the thunders striking left and right, yet comes the peace of the storm with its gentle and calming breeze.

Wow, I just gave an entire weather forecast about HOMEWORK. Wow... just wow. Talk about IBish beyond belief. But oh well, maybe it's my "inspiration" rightfully bursting out into the open. So until next time, take care and yeah, Bye!

The Day After...

~I wrote this song-like poem the day after I found out what had happened. It's depressing yet angering to write this, but I felt as if it could mean more. It seems a bit controversial now that I read it, because I don't agree with most of what I had to say before. Hopefully it makes sense, reliving what I thought was going to end up. It was initially called "To Lose the Stories...Yet to Come..." But again, controversial to what I feel now.~

Am I losing my sense to this daze,
Walking willingly through this haze.
The voice that breaks away from the glare,
The sight that disipates the haunting air.

Breaking this cloud to see her ahead,
Reaching the edge where her voice has led,
And what I have to say is left unsaid,
As the haze has covered what had shed...

And so it hurts to see you move away,
Because I need you everyday...
Through what our lives' stories speak,
Time is no longer the one I seek...

(And so)
From you to me to everything I could be,
I will be what you want- through this symphony.
And through this song I cannot believe--...
That it showers the end... to our love story...

(And finally---)
I tell you what I havn't told you at all...
Is that I cannot lose you--...
Anymore---....

Time to Move Foreward...

Even though it hurts to keep living in the past where memories thrived, it is wiser to start moving foreward. And not a moment too soon or late. I understand it'll be hard to forget, don't remind me, I'll never be over it. But in time it'll start looking better.
I was asked if I would regret not going to see her one last time to say goodbye... my answer is No. I finally know what I'm doing right, meaning it's better if I don't go. If I do go, it will be nothing like a goodbye... far from it. My one last time has passed, and I don't regret it at all. I understand why it all happened, and now... it's time to move foreward. =)

I Am Sorry God

I am sorry God, for yelling at you and blaming you. What You did was destiny that you had always written. And I am sorry again. Now that I think about it, I realize that she is no longer in pain and suffering. And the way you carried it out, was God-like indeed. You did it when we were physically the furthest away from each other, and yet you still let us live the best memories we could live during that time. And so now, I no longer ask you "Why?", but I ask "if you would let her please know that we still love her, and we always will". Thank you God, and...

Prathna, I Love You, I Truly know now that you are God!

She's Gone!....

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME GOD? WHY? I"V ALWAYS PRAISED YOU AND YOU STILL DID IT? WHY!!!! I COME HOME AND YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME! SLOWLY YOU INCREASED THE DISTANCE AND NOW YOOU'VE DONE IT PERMENANTLY? WHY???????? WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHY GOD? WHY DID YOU? WHY DID YPOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME???? WHY!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU????!!! SHE WAS ALWAYS THE INNOCENT ONE, AND YET YOU STILL TAKE HER! WHY GOD! WHY?
SHOULD I KEEP CRYING AND SCREAMING? WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW? SHOULD I EVEN ASK YOU ANYMORE? IF SO... THEN WHY????

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Bad Feeling

So I'm coming home tommorow night from Fairmont, BC, thus ending my short vacation and plunging myself into homework. But for some reason, I'm having a bad feeling about something. I had a dream last night that I was looking at a calender with the dates March 22 and 23 circled, and I couldn't breathe. I was panicking and I ended up falling to no where and woke up. It just felt sooo eerie and scary the way I saw it. Maybe I'm just over-thinking this, but still, kind of have a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Until then, I'll be waiting to come back. Bye!

My Baby!!!

No!!! Today my beautiful baby I've known and cherished for a year broke! Man I was so depressed when it happened! By baby I mean my side bag, lol I know I'm a loser, but it's one of those things that remind me of her. Lol lame again but whatever.
I heard and saw some of the strap tear afterschool when I was leaning down to pick something up. Wind 95 and Bilkk said that it'll rip soon. But I said it wouldn't... a few minutes later it broke... As soon as she hit the floor, I was all like "No! Aw man noho! My baby! She's gone! No!!" and I got all sad and started doing surgery on her. Moment in Time and I stapled the strap on with like 20 staples and surprisingly it held on! Now I have a choice; either sew it together and lose precious time =), or buy a new bag...=(. I don't want to buy a new bag... but maybe I have to let her go... Wow sounds so wierd huh? All this for a bag. LOLOL

Sorry for Going Further Over-Board...

I am really sorry for going over...
Over the edge of over-board...
Because what I did to you today...
It was over the edge I could not ignore.

I am sorry for threatening you...
I started a few days ago,
but I made it seem like I did it normally...
Today I angered not only you, but also those around...

They noticed, and maybe you did too...
But I am sorry for what I have to say further...
Because I cannot stop now...
I cannot lose a great friend over a demeaning lie...

I am asking, begging, for you to just play along...
Just accept what I don't want to say...
And accept my apologies, every time I say it...
Because I wish not to, but have to, go furthur over-board.

Recovery

From eyes to the seperation below,
The destructive force becomes overthrown,
As it leaves her body from every seap,
Our minds relaxed as we finally sleep.

Sleeping to the contents of Our Hearts,
As that force's end has forced Our starts,
Forgeting what that evil has done,
And praying that it never returns.

So..

I stop saying "her" and begin to say You,
And cherish the will I have always pursued,
Where my mind finally knows what you always knew,
That I am the one whom You have rescued.

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God cannot even know how happy I am to know that you are recovering so fast, and you cannot even imagine how blessed I am to know you're winning your fight against Cancer. We're all here for you and WE ALL LOVE YOU!

CamWhorin' the Auto Show!

Oh wow, that was just an awesome Auto Show. I never thought I'd ever get that close as to touch such beautiful cars in my life. Oh wow, blew my mind. All we (Group of 4) did was tke like a million pictures! Non-stop photoshoots that were definetly worth it! Eventually we kept having camera issues, where mine and "VTECH Honda's" batteries kept dying, and Moment in Time's memory kept running out (so had to delete old pics)... in the end, it was absolutely breath-taking to witness such cars in our presence. Some of the best ones were;

Lamborghini Murcielego (of course)
Lamborghini Gallardo
Ferrari 612 Scaglietti
Ferrari Scuderia 430
Audi R8
Mercedes-Benz SLK 55 AMG (my dream!!)
Lexus IS-F ("someone's" dream!!)
Ford GT
Chevy Camaro
Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution (beautiful car)
Jaguar XKR and XJ (classic beauty!)
Toyota Supra!
Porsche Cayman, Carrera and Boxter
Aston Martin DB9
Spyker C8
... shall I go on?

Pendragon Book 10: Book Cover!!

So finally the cover of Pendragon Book 10: Soldiers of Halla is released, and I gotta say it isn't the best compared to the earlier covers. But it feels Awesome to know that the entire release date is getting closer WOOT! Can't wait to buy and read it (in like a day probably). Hopefully you guys get the chance to read it and like it and discuss it with me XD. So here's the cover:

WOOT WOOT!

Um So Yeah... Angry Boy Earlier...

So yeah, the poem I wrote earlier sounded a bit angered. I'm really not angry, but it was just a poem that I HAD to write to let something out... So yeah, me no angry boy. =)

I Give Up!

I Give Up!
I hate this!
I despise it to ask why it ever exists!
It's a shame to even create rhymes for this,
But it flows the anger down to its abyss.

Oh why can't I just end this Now?
Why am the only one to ask Why or How?
Should I yell to the lengths my lungs can Allow?
Or should I clench my fists and punch through this plow?

Do you ask why I'm so angry?
Does IT know the cause of this fury?
Does IT think these questions I ask will cure me?
No!

I explode at the thought!
The thought where IT laughs while I mourn the rot!
Eating life away and begs the question from me...
As I ask why life can never be so easy...