The retard [a sad sad ...very.. very? extra sad story]

Well it was one bright morning when, a boy [who shall know unamed ;P] woke up from a dream. Instantly he was happy. The sun was bright, the sky filled with exactly 3 clouds in a sea of blue - exactly how he liked it.

So once was the time... once UPON the time, there was a boy! Wait I already told this park. Anywho, the birds sung merrily when suddenly [story split - choose from option 1 or 2]

Option 1: the beasts of the nights came out from their short slumber. unhappy with the partying and loud noises the boy made with his friends while they had their breakfast. The beasts, though always grumpy, were not impressed by the boy's disrespectful and unhealthy behaviour. With their studded bats and knuckle dusters they knocked on the boy's door. As they were massive the beasts of the night blocked the sun from entering the house. The birds stopped chirping and the boy... well he was in a pickle. The beast knocked on the door and waited patiently as the boy tore himself away from his comfy seat and breakfast to answer his guests.

The door creaked open, the fire from the fire place blew out, and the cat ran frantically for a safe spot only to decide clinging to the ceiling was the best place. The elephant in the backyard dug it's head in the ground and the birds from the trees dove in the pool and sunk to the bottom. The boy did not know what he was in for. DO YOU know what is going to happen?

The beasts dusted their bats, knuckles and feet before entering the house. They were so big they used the toilet as a foot rest [after making the hole in the wall for the space] and put their weapons on the sofa. The Smallest beast started "FIRSTLY!!!!" His booming voice was heard throughout the suburb causing earth quakes in the next town. "WE HAVE A PROBLEM..." though he was the smallest he was 50 billions times bigger than the boy. "OUR WEAPONS... THEY SEEM TO BE TOO SMALL TO USE AGAINST YOU. YOU SEE WE ARENT HAPPY ABOUT THE NOISE YOU CREATED LAST NIGHT SO WE CAME HERE WITH GUNS BLAZING AND ALL BUT IT DIDNT SEEM TO WORK"

The boy was distraught. "Your weapon problem is an issue huh? how about you put them together and make one BIG weapon?" The beasts appluaded and laughed at thier silliness "HOW COULD WE HAVE NOT THOUGHT OF THIS" they thought. About the party last night the boy poured some tea for each beast of the night and sat back down to say "I sincerely appologise about the noise, i wont party anymore'

The beasts of the night were happy about this and shook the boy's hand. 10mins later the ambulance came to take the boy.. or what was left of the boy. cause of death? a hand shake...

[awww .. so sad huh? ="( ]





option 2: when suddenly a beast stepped on his house crushing him. The beast fished for birds in the pool with his body, played croquet with the elephant as the ball and hide an seek with the cat. Sadly the cat always one... poor beast.

[tears are rushing down my face now ="( ]




THE END

Now you know why the title is called "the retard" =] cos only silly nongs read this junk and only the master of all creation is the creator of this story

i guess... you know the retard is now ;)



dumdee dumdee duuuuhh lols

i dont believe i wasted 30mins on this hahaha

As his right eye blurs, a rain like drop falls to the ground

His left eye behaved and stayed composed












but the rain tends not to stop at one drop

Because you don't know how much he is willing to sacrifice

One morning, like every other morning he woke up dazed. The sun shun brightly through the gap of the blinds he created, due to his clumsiness, a few years ago. Like every morning he woke up with the sound of the birds, overshadowed by the sounds of construction near by. However, today of all days was a special day.

He woke up right after reaching for a hand, holding it firmly, stroking it gently and gazing at the soft smooth skin. The moment he woke up he knew who's hand it was. Though he did not know why he dreamt of such a thing, and the feeling he had after remembering the dream. Sweat broke as his concentration increased, trying to remember the details of the intriguing dream. His heart slowed to an abnormal pace and his breath - soundless and growingly less frequent.

Might I add, it wasn't because of this dream that made the day special.

His body motionless trying to make sense of the image he saw, trying to remember what happened before the uniting of hands. And without progress he gave up and returned to his reality and daily routine.


Brushing of teeth,


He knew his mind was in shambles after what happened earlier. He needed to distract himself. Distractions. Distractions...


Eating of breakfast,

Whenever his mind is free it strolls to the irritating unknown, the certain and the uncertain.


Switching on of computer.


"How much longer will this day take to pass by?" Doing his best to distract himself, time does disappear.

However, eventually the purpose of the distractions seize to work effectively, and soon his mind wanders without restriction and without care. Crossing borders from insanity to sanity, logical and emotional, stupidity and wisdom. In the end... well to be honest, there is no end =]

20 mins and the tiles are still warm

Ha, how great would i be as a doctor. Not intellectually.. i mean i would never be able to be a doctor for that simple fact but emotionally and i guess mentally [in a way] How easy it is to turn on and off. how simple it is not to fear. All great qualities doctors would learn.

However, it is a strength of character that allows them to return to becoming human. Let's find out.

Anywho, everyone must think how weird and strange I can be huh? I HIGHLY doubt anyone reads this anymore but... before you judge you must understand a few things.

- do you trust yourself as much as I trust myself? and I mean not now.. but in the past and in the future? let me clarify myself later.
- Do you consciously "feel" the notion of a memory? For me they are like dreams. They happened but it doesn't seem like it did. It is a blur.
- How much do you think about these memories?


Ok clarification:
As tomorrow is as a blur as it is yesterday I can only trust yesterday me to have made the right decisions to guide me through today and aid with tomorrow. Still don't get it?

Nothing is on my first level of my mind. In order to remember something I have to try hard to remember. So when I am feeling lazy or put on the spot I rely on yesterday me to have made the correct decisions.


dame da na.


I guess in away I am talking to myself. I know many people won't read this junk today. but in maybe a few months or years later I will come across my blogs and say DAMN this bloody guy has some crap in his head but understands me. *sigh* this notion of me.

ma ii darou...



hehe I must have a ninja body or something. I heal mega quick. so fast that i cant even show off the war scar.

それでまたね。

Because I can't, I'll let you figure out how I feel.

It is hot. Hot enough to raise anyone's temper.

The taunts from her brother continue. He prances around, making horrible faces only in the eyes of a four year old. Just another hindrance in an adults eyes. His arms and legs swing succinctly, adding to the intensity of his taunts. She is about to cry.

searching for consolidation, she tugs at her mother's hem. The mother picks her up holding her, despite the heat. As if too hot to scold the boy for picking on the daughter. The child continues his prance spinning around his mother, attempting his worse faces while his mother was not facing him. Tears start trickling down her face, but no squeal was heard. The emotions just halted and she was quiet and resound.

Maybe the mother said something. But now she stroked her mother's long ponytail. The little girl's fingers slid in and out of the silky smooth hair. Almost patting the back of her mother's upper back, as if consolidating her mother. She was calm. No attention was given to the young boy, and now he stood quietly by his father, who was reading the newspaper.

The mother - unchanged [emotions], waits patiently for the train.

Still stroking her mother's hair, it presents the image of how a mother would stroke a daughter's. In a caring and consolidating way. Almost playing with the hair yet, soft and gentle.

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yeah.. apologies. No time to blog just go go go. Haha not really... just going out a lot, sleeping little - when i have the chance and enjoying my time. Also, thinking very little. i will not go through my 2 weeks of craziness. It is boring ;)

Instead, I gave you 2 minutes of my day.