The Last Tree House

Imagine a huge,bustling crowd. Now think of yourself as a harried,busy office worker with a hectic schedule,moving towards office with no time to waste,moving with a quick pace through the crowd. You're carrying files of papers essential for today's presentation and whatnot. Suddenly,a guy bumps into you. You drop the files and the papers start flying kind of like a dog being unleashed and let out . You're frustrated,even grumbling under your breath at that guy,who didn't even turn to look back at the mess he just made. So there you are,grabbing all those papers and stuffing them back into the files when You get help from another person. At that moment,you'd almost believe that the person was God-sent,wouldn't you? You're thankful for the help,from the bottom of your heart,and blesses the angel. Now,what I'm coming around to is that helping people out when they really need help is something that we need to have built into our minds.You might never know ...

"And so the boy, given up for dead.. ... returns to his people,to sacred Sparta, a king!"                   Interesting enough,you might find posters such as these 'round town,indicating my return. Unfortunately for y'all,the boy mentioned in the lines is me. Yes. I'm back. Take a moment to let that sink in. Pray to your gods. Pray that my posts will a be quick death for you. For I shall show no mercy. On a side,cheery note,I'm actually back.I've been brainstorming for the past week, and got a couple of things regarding the other side of me  (the one who lives in the parallel dimension called "reality") worked out, and it's all good. So expect the usual shower of the usual quirky,downright weird  and quixotic (There comes a time when people learn new words  and they brag about it.This is one such case)  posts so forth. The warning has been given.Their fate is now their own. D. (If you checked out t...

Due a slight change in my hectic schedule, I'll be taking a little break from the blogosphere for about a week or two. I've been blogging for nearly 2 months,and to my surprise,there's been quite a few ardent followers,and I thank you for the support! :) But really,I need to recharge my mind (and my Awesomeness.) for a while,hence the break. Do not fear,for I shall return.(I'll still be moderating the blog.) Now run along and make yourselves busy. D. (As it's the season finale,I'll include a few extra videos as a treat! Firstly,it's the Oscar-winning short film - Paperman  [Note that the link is a facebook page,since I couldn't find any complete version of it anywhere except on my computer.] Second, the Symphony of Sciene - The Quantum World!  [Honestly,I liked it only because Morgan Freeman was in it.] And last,but not least,a   Slow Loris ! You'll understand why I linked it once you watch it.) That's all I got for the post. Now behave...

First,choose your weapon(s) of preference. Then,locate and identity your target. Choose the perfect way to take out the target,without any mess or witnesses (to avoid calling in a cleaner.) Once the objective is completed,make sure to remove all traces of you being in the location nor anywhere near the target in order to avoid suspicion. If you thought this was instructions on how to kill a person,I truly do hope you're not anti-social and a psychopath. If you thought this was the perfect set of instructions on how to cook,then you're a chef at heart. I've always been a lad fond of cooking .Ever since I was a wee-little boy, I've always conjured up mixtures of things that resulted in confusing, and possible dangerous concoctions. In fact,there was an incident where I was asked to give a few of my visiting relatives something to drink (mind you,I had no ill intentions) and my mom told me to try making some Tang . But little ol' me had one experiment in m...

That lady. That little missy. The one with the bossy attitude. A dictator,no doubt,whose power ranks amongst the biggest tyrants of all time. But as it is,some people tend to love dictators.I *used* to love Hitler because he followed his ideals firmly (little did I know that he used to gas people just to follow his ideals) and as such,I guess I'm a sucker for dictators. But this dictator isn't the ruler of any continent,country or any village,for that matter. She's the ruler of a house. A specific one. Mine. Of course,the wickedly brilliant people might've caught on already with all those hard clues I left behind (Cool,maaan!),and for the blissfully ignorant,I'm talking about my Mom. Now she's not as bad as I'm suggesting wildly. She's been a dictator ever since I crossed the 13-year-old mark. But all in all,she does that for my own good,for the sake of my future,for the better of mankind as it is. She's also the perfect playmate,and the careta...

In a world of endless opportunities and ideas,how do you truly convey the real you to others? How do you teach them the real part of you,the diamond in the rough?That you're not as mean and nasty as they think you are,but instead,a gung-ho type? Do you paint,or dance? Some artistic form developing throughout the history of mankind? Or do you blog about it,like I do? Or maybe post vlogs? Perhaps,maybe even depict those little ideas in forms of pictures or videos - maybe even short films,no matter how horrible they are? Or do you live a fake life,full of lies,showing people the way they want you to be,and not the real you? Well,I'd have to say,if you don't really express yourself,you're just living a life of a nobody. A nobody,as in the fact that you never really tried to be creative. A caged bird,a butterfly stuck in a lonely,dark room. A chained pet. Maybe you don't express yourself because you're afraid of what people might think of you,or maybe you...

Don't get me wrong,I love talking.I began to talk a bit late into my life I was around 5,I think,and the first legitimate words were fumbled words from the national anthem of my country.Why was I singing the anthem? Because the kindergarten my mom was planning to get me into was screening kids by making them sing songs they like.I happened to be the only one who hadn't actually talked much before that,so imagine my parent's tears when I actually sang. And now,I realize that talking is not my thing.Well,apart from the usual,day to day necessities,I actually suck  at talking to people.I'm usually abrupt and upfront about topics,and there's an aura of uneasiness whenever I try to make a conversation last.(That also explains the fact that I'm still single,although there's another perfectly reasonable excuse for that!) So I decided to make a little list of things that you should/should not do when you're talking to people. As people who know me person...