Friends Ciggaretes and a damn good old wisky!

You ask me why...
You ask me why I abandoned everything I ever dreamed of. Everything I fought for....

Well the answer is simple.

Friends... ciggaretes and a damn good old wisky...

There is a new Era coming...
Be happy that you are alive to see the new world :)

The Keiki and the Starfish

Sorry for not being here much lately... My day job became day, noon and night job...
here a story for ya all

Once upon a time, there was a wise kupuna (elder),
who went to the sea to contemplate.
One day, while walking along the shore,
the kupuna looked down the beach,
and saw a gracefully dancing
human figure.

The kupuna wondered out loud,
"Who would so joyfully greet this day with hula?"
and began to walk faster to catch up.

Getting closer,
the kupuna saw that the dancer was a keiki (child),
who was not dancing at all.
The keiki was reaching down to the sand to pick up something,
and was very gently throwing it into the sea.

The kupuna called out to the keiki,
"Aloha! What are you doing?"

The keiki paused, looked up and replied,
"Throwing starfish into the sea."

Surprised, the kupuna sputtered,
"I...I guess I should have asked,
WHY are you throwing starfish into the sea?"

The keiki smiled brightly, pointed upward and,
with exquisite simplicity, replied,
"The sun is up, the tide is going out.
If I don't throw them in, they will die."

"But, don't you realize, " asked the kupuna,
"that there are miles and miles of beach
and starfish all along it?
You can't possibly make a difference!"

The keiki listened politely.
Then bent down, picked up another starfish,
threw it gently into the sea, just beyond the breaking waves,
and exuberantly declared,
"It made a difference for that one."

Science Fiction

I will tell a story that it will not take long taking my situation and the local time here.

When I was about 14 I finished reading Tolkien's marvelous books. Till today I am a huge fan of Tolkien and as far as I am concern I will ever be.

After that my uncle introduced me to an other form of writing, Science Fiction, and who is better at this kind of writing?
Isaak Asimov.
I was thrilled beyond imagination. His books shed light to my world and made me feel in love with everything that has to do with technology. The possibilites of time travels, robots, intergalactic battles, communities, citys build in different planets...

I just loved it.
Recently though I read an "article" about how science fiction stories are not worthy of reading...
Science fiction is not worth on watching... and the weird thing is that it came out of someone known as a " movie and book critic ".

Some people tend to forget that

Science fiction is an existential metaphor that allows us to tell stories
about the human contition.
Isaac Asimov once said :

"Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinder
critics and philosophers of today but the core of science fiction, its essence 
has become crucial to our salvation. If we are to be saved at all." 

Sleepless...

Here I am again at the backyard of an old crumby place.

Everything seems like a dream especially the part that I am not in my body. 

I merely exist like a spirit. 

I see my self... my real self there as well. 

It is twilight although the stars are up there still and I can see most of them.

I can see me being sad.

Afraid of what is yet to come.

But I cant be sure. 

It is twilight after all and I cant see my face as clear as I should for understanding my feelings.

I make steps for going closer to me.

Myself turns to the place the me as a spirit right now is.

I am crying.

Although my mind merely exists as a spirit in this dream, invisible to anyones eyes.

I thing that he sees me. He looks at the place i am standing with his red swollen eyes and, for a moment i think, sees me.

Noise turns his head other way. 

From the house a dark figure appears. 

He doesnt see it.

The dark figure knows i am there.

Am I in a dream ?

It jumbs out and with power knocks him down.

He tries to fight it but there is no way to defent.

The dark figure is like me. Invisible to him.

He tries to grab anything from the ground.

He vanishes in the dark house.

Well mostly its just 6.13 and i had no sleep so 

excuse my pathetic writing :P See ya later aligator :P 

Talking with my self again..

"The World sucks"
"Why do you say so?"
"Because...."
"because what? Because you don't get what you want?"
"No its just that this world ... this life is unfair"
"Are you fair?"
"I ... I try my best"
"You cant lie to me you know"
"Well since you are who you are you would know best. The circumstances were different for me"
"Is that so... well if you can say so isnt that what most people would say?"
"Most people tend to lie."
"And you tend other ways"
"Hey are you with me at this one or not?"
"Ofcourse I am. I am trying to help you as much as possible"
"You really suck at it"
"What is your problem really?"
"You should know best"
"I know better than you do, i just want you to fully understand it your self"
"I just want everything to be normal for once."
"For once say the truth..."
"I AM "
"Not"
"AM"
"not"
"You know what i am not having this conversation with you right now."
"Oh you are. You are having this conversation with me since i can remember"
"What i need is one thing"
"That one thing is what you cant have. Why not just leave it."
"Why should I?"
"Cause you failed to get it when you could"
"I ... i did."
".... Look ... nothing is lost ok?"
"is IT not?"
"Well it might aswell seems like it is lost. But no i dont believe it is. You just have to stand back for a little while."
"He who fights and run away...."
"Lives to fight another day. Indeed."
"Thanks"
"No worries."
"Well... its good to have you here you know."
"I know..."

Day 5

Well well well... guess what. Day 5 is up.

Well since things dont change a lot in the world i am living in 
Boredom by *ArmyBrat1521 on deviantART
I thought "what the heck" so i decided to write again and by writing i mean. My old good fiction writing.
Needless to say i failed miserable BUT its a good start.
You see writing is not like a bicycle and then again it is. They say that if you learn how to bike you will never forget it but they say that if you leave something for a long time it leaves you too as well. So this is what happens with writing.
You need to heat up a bit before it comes back to you. I know this past few days it was sucky but i swear its going to get better so if you please stick with me... you'll see :)