The Last Tree House

"    Here I stand a lone flower surrounded by death and  destruction. A single sign of life in this valley of pain and sorrow, I stand as a beacon to those lost in the remains of the world. My time is short but my light shall not be extinguished w ithout ensuring there will be a new light to take my place. A new light to shine through the darkness I was unable to clear away. For a world without light is no world at all, For what is darkness without light. And to ensure that the world will continue on I stand, Here I stand the last source of sunlight in the world, The last wall flower in this world. I must continue to live, So that I can create a new world from this single flower. A world that ended, and was reborn with a single wall flower." This work is not mine, although I wish it was. I merely wish to share it upon those who can understand the beauty of the lines, and the meaning beneath. I'm no fan of plagiarism, but I guess I could make an exception or two ...

In most rehab facilities, there's this exercise where you have to blindly fall back into the hands of your fellow rehab mates (Rehabees?), and this is supposed to create a strong bond between them...make them trust each other a little bit more. That might work in an exercise being supervised by an instructor, but how much would you actually trust someone? Trusting someone is no easy choice. I want you to imagine two people in your life - the one you love and would give an arm for, and then the one you fear/hate the most. Now,if you were placed in a boat with them in two different situations, in a lonely and vast sea, which one would actually show their true colors - the friend, or the enemy? Chances are that the outcomes aren't as predictable as you thought they were. If there's someone you can absolutely trust in this life on Earth, it sure ain't the president of your country. Not your best-est friends, and certainly not that guy across the store. Want me t...

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...