Absurd Thoughts

It's just eccentric. It's just funny. Can't say it's not me either. Weird dreams, out-of-topic mind bubbles, all them plain absurd thoughts. Merely possible for someone else to think like me.

Born with the looks of a female, entertains myself with Marvel action figures, yet I am attracted to men. Don't get started with the surrounding heartbeats, even I myself tearfully scratch my head with repeating words suffocating to free themselves.

What am I?

Dreadfully loathe high school studies, but understanding fail to meet its point when achieving an average grade without a single touch of books was bound as my piece of cake. Yes, some humans hate me for that as lies of flawless lies pressured them to do so. They never question as I never asked, fair enough for the bland society to live with. But in serious air, the code just never seem to crack its walnut shell. Inquires transformed into engraved letters, embracing the term 'vanquished'.

Flairs were overflowing the barrel for me. I own too much. Not all up to standards, neither one loses its tail. Do I enjoy them all? Not entirely. Yet the stars I'd die to catch threaten my joy with fear. Falling, broken bones, the overlooked ones that matter shivers me. A handstand sounds far-fetched enough, furthermore an Ollie I dream to master? Shattering trembles but without dead hope.

Gazing ashen towards where my eyes comfortably sit, messaging me whys even Google couldn't please. "Days umbrellas never nudge open" is my saying of dunno, I suppose. Hearing rain pour reminds me of an old video game, leading myself a drown into the intense storyline I shortly live. Desperate feels expressed for the Origami Killer.

So much absurdity happening while I hazard guesses on my history paper. Well, that was weird.

Pancakes

"Mom, what is that round flat stuff sitting beside the bacon?" the 4 year old me questioned with my index finger pointing at the menu.

"It's called a pancake. Just a waffle without its crisp, wanna give it a try?" Mom answered in milliseconds.

"Umm wookay." I blurted without a puff of faith towards my upcoming new dish.

And I was so wrong.

A mini bite into the fluffy piece of beauty drooled with never-insipid maple syrup literally killed me. Shot my heart with the world's best sniper rifle, resulting in time to take a break from living. My sheer mind began to shuffle them brain puzzles: What the actual mayhem is this new food discovery? Doesn't taste like cake, neither a pan (thought I would taste metal) but it's just oh so good. Definitely more. I need more, mom.

Since my first ever glorious experience with buttermilk pancakes from One Utama's Waffle World (doesn't make sense eh), pancakes always win the menu challenge. From breakfast to dinner, it was impossible for me to get sick of such a sugary treasure. One of my all time favourites are Blueberry Pancakes topped with Vanilla Ice Cream. Another favoured icy beauty crossing the heaven of fluffiness with a touch of sweet fruit, mind my words but what the actually heck? Is that even feasible? I just cannot even-gargh-it held me speechless for years.

What an allure.

Now you see, pancakes aren't just a source to keep us humans breathing, but an emotional inspiration that retain our souls from wilting into enmity. A warm serving of creamy flapjack never fails to enkindle my dilettante psyche from boredom. In short, it's a huge life saviour. Heartbroken? Cheer up with chocolate crepes. Poor grades? Forget life with Corned Beef hotcakes. Tummy ache? Fix that crap with Bacon Pancakes! I swear nothing gets worse after a magical wave from the pancake angel! Except for an undone one with raw batter in it. Eeek that one's a true nightmare from hell.

So whatcha waiting for? Ride over to your nearest brunch cafe & sink your fangs into a stack of comforting, buttery pancakes. Thank me later aites?

NEED. NOW.

Dare me a #onewordessay in the comments below for more! - Alanis xx.

The Wonderland of Mine

"Good Night, daddy. See you tomorrow." I spoke with a soft voice towards my marble door, watching daddy's shadow disappear.

Hmm, a day spent well at cozy home, I though. Basic freedom, breezy sunlight, a kitchen to mess up with my still-in-practice culinary skills. Although it's a little sad being alone, at least I could be myself. Doesn't it feel extremely comfortable being so? Even though if I'm put through tough conditions, or even death, at least it's the real me on my cover. And that's all I ask for, a space to be myself.

Soon before I realised, my exhausted mind dozed off with my midnight thoughts as its lullaby. Across this dot, my souls has traveled into another dimension which its existence unknown. Only I can figure out the answer, but without an answer to search for. Confusing, ain't it? Well, people call them "dreams" or so. If I doesn't make you grin, then "nightmare"is its name. As what I prefer it to be named, "Wonderland". Inspired by Lewis Carroll. Finally, it sounds fair and mystical, good and bad combined into such a wonderful term. But the wonderland of mine ain't worth a smile at all.

"Tick-tock-tick-tock-ringggg....." a familiar sound woke my soul lying in another girl's body. As what it felt I was programmed to perform, I stood up and proceed to clean myself and get dressed. The first image that gave me a shiver was my uniform, hinting me that I was heading to an accident. Oatmeal for breakfast later, I sat my dad's car to what I call "Institution of Hell", as it was the only venue I was permanently coded to be someone else.

First step over hell's boundary, I could already feel the thickness of the air that caused me ill. The people around me, friends, rivals, unknowns, all made me felt lifeless in seconds. The inner me walked with an old man's stick while my cover seemed totally alright. Feared for conversations, I forced myself to sleep in the room I was ordered to be in. Oh, my internal soul, I meant. From the exposed, I looked like I was daydreaming through the rusted walls. Not even half a day was history yet.

During the break which I preferred as "Torture of Crowds", my coded self went to greet humans I envy. The hatred towards myself grew as there was no one else to blame except for me. Fortunately, I had control to get myself food so I could much my bites at a snail pace to prevent involving myself into any kind of chatter. My inner self teared up at this point, dying to wake up from this terrifying wonderland. Of course, a classical pinch stopped working since year 1865.

Back in our miserable boxes of erudition, my stopwatch was the one and only sight my eyes locked on. My traumatic brain calculated time to rain a drop of hope for my internal soul. Humans walk, run by my opaque body as if I wasn't an existence. Ignorance never tried itself as I guessed its outcome of waving hello. Sprawling on my dusty desk like a corpse left floating on the ocean, I ponder about why was this nightmare-ish wonderland fated on me, why wouldn't it accept a twist and just let myself be free for once. My rage grew but coding did its working numbing my unapparent feelings.

"Dear sun, you can rise anytime now." I begged in thoughts.

After what it felt like days, my real daddy snapped me out from a land I would die to never return. He informed me to get ready for a picnic by nine. I questioned him about school as the day's mad Monday, he answered, "Silly, yesterday was just Friday! Are you that eager for school, Alanis?"

And the cycle goes on.

Was that even a dream?

Letter of Complaint by a Werewolf..?

Hey there! Today in school my English teacher assigned us to write a letter of complaint about broken school facilities & stuff, which is a really boring essay. But guessed what? I'd do whatever it takes to make things fun. So teacher, you're messing with the wrong person. (Nah I just do things my way)

So here's the change, I tried to follow the rules and wrote the letter, but about a school I would love to be in. Read on!


Alanis von Paws
12, Wolf Ridge 1325,
WV 42000.
                                                                                                                

Mdm. Danielle Paige
Principle of Werevamps Eastern High,
March Valley 1331,

WV 42000.                                                                      26 March 2015

Dear Madam,

Fierce Complaints About School's Troubles

Before I begin to blabber my unsatisfactions about the school's imperfections, my name is Alanis from the 1st Werewolf Academy. The reason why I urged myself to write this unpleasant letter is because the school's currently in disaster. I certainly believe that due to the reason above, my schoolmates and I aren't able to focus in our academics, so it should be classified as an enormous issue by the school. I hope you tame your short-term patience and read this letter of complaint before burning it into ashes (like the ones Tara sent in last week).

2.  First of all, I would start with the serious problem all Vampires and Hybrids suffer since the week before. It is ridiculously obvious that our blood cafeteria owns an insufficient amount of human juice. Every evening when Logan and I head there, we were forced to share only a bag of Grade C blood. Despite its low-grade's watery and blank taste, we had to suck it all up as it's hardly enough for both of us (Logan's a big drinker, you know). I hardly see the cause of this happening. Aren't the Peckers doing their job, draining the humans' blood? Don't tell us the humans had ran out of blood, we study human anatomy too, madam. We're not fools.

3.  Secondly, there is a terrible issue about trespassers in the school. Not to mention than Hybrids often trespass into the Vampire's lair as they look awfully alike to them, but humans! Our academy spotted some of them sneaking across Radmier's Park last Wednesday, they were even armed with tazers and silver arrows. Danger is right in front of us, madam! I suggest that we could set up an anti-human force field around the school. With that, we get to murder humans in large numbers and also gain more fresh red juice for the blood cafeteria! It's like killing two birds with one stone!

4.  Besides that, don't you think that the Vampires fall asleep in class lately? This is caused by the thinning of the sun barrier upon the school. Science fact: Vampire feel sleepy when they are exposed to mild sunlight, but direct sunlight could kill them. Therefore, it is a slow pace of suicide for the Vampires if this condition continues. My Vampire buddy, Nedd always complains to me about her drowsiness even though she glugged a whole glas of caffeinated blood. It doesn't feel good watching your buddy go through the pain, you know.

5.  Next, I suspect one-sided training sessions in the Wereworld Academy. Through my one month's observation, I can tell that the Pro-Weres are putting more heart into training capable Werewolves than the average ones. This causes the average werewolves to isolate themselves and never improve their skills. Worse, the capable ones started to bully them as the average ones are weak and could't fight back. Soon, war will happen if the Pro-Weres don't change!

Last of all, I would like to remind you that these issues should be taken seriously and not just forgotten in the fire. Also, I would like to thank you for reading this letter till its end without tearing it to pieces. My appreciation for that. My wishes to the school solving these horrible problems!

All hail Werevamps!

Sincerly with blood and moon,

Alanis Von Paws

Secretary of the 1st Werewolf Academy

Full moon!

Yup that's all I suppose! The reason I wanna share this here is because after my teacher marked my letter, I'm pretty sure it would be covered with red slashes & underlines till I won't able to read my original text again. Teachers don't like us messing with the rules, but hey come on, it's original alright! 

Infamous: First Light

School just started & last year's marked test papers started flying back one by one, but I never thought I would ever see my favourite English essay again. From the title you guessed it, I wrote about Infamous: First Light!

Well, it wasn't fully the same as the gameplay, I changed some parts of it (can't remember during the test) but it still turned out the way I like, and I would love to share it with you guys! The instructions of the essay is to end it with "since that day, I have never done anything bad again". 

So this is how it goes. 

    "Fetch, mind lending me a hand here? It's our last day of work, after I get my share I'll get you that Shiba Inu dog you wanted." said Brent with a laugh.

    "Are you kidding me? Let's go now! I can't wait grabbing its furry little paws!" I screamed with excitement.

    My name's Fetch, you probably don't find it a common name, but it's as uncommon as I like it. I am one of those so called "Conduits" who are born with unbelievable powers, but am not happy to be one. My parents called the "Conduit Cops" which are known as D.U.P. when they can't cope with neon lights shooting out of my palms. They rejected me as their own daughter, but luckily my brother, Brent saved me. He grabbed my arm, leaped out the back window and there we ran, to start out new life.

    It was tough. No shelter, no food. Brent always protected me from kids who threw pebbles at us or cops that were trying to find us. We have no choice but to steal from grocery stores to stop our bodies from shivering, our tummies from rumbling. I bet you were wondering, why not use my powers? Brent always told me the first rule is to hide my powers. We need to live like normal citizens if we don't want to get into any trouble. Without Brent, we would already be dead or busted. So thankful to have such a great brother.

    After years of living under the bridge with the company of rats, things started to come to a change. Brent got a job, an unpleasant one. He was hired by drug dealers near Lantern Town. They said his stealing skills were amazing, letting him go would be a waste. We were given an apartment to stay in, an average pay and the best part - unlimited amount of drugs. Of course, how could we even resist?

    Our lives were getting better, or should I say exciting. Shipping drugs in the day, getting paid, sniffing cocaine all day. I can describe it as the life in heaven. Sometimes I would get out of control, I start shooting neon fireworks all around the town, flying around like a neon maniac. Brent was worried, he would ground me and restrict me from going out. I understand his actions, I know he loves me, I just can't help it sometimes.

    Last month was the month of my birthday, also the last month of Brent's job. The deal between him and the drug dealers are coming to an end. He wanted to get a better job, at least a legal one. He think that it's too dangerous, especially having to care for me. I could be in trouble if he screws up. It was our last day of drug shipping, I was all hyped up with the drugs spinning in my head. Brent sneaked the drugs onto the boat and we were ready to set sail.

    Suddenly, cops appeared at the dock. They look like they are doing their daily patrolling. Brent and I hid in the boat without the sound. I felt itchy and decided to go out and "play" with the cops. Brent tried to stop me, but my ears weren't even functioning at that time.

    So I leaped out like a monkey and showed the cops some magic tricks. I shot them with neon lights and chased them while they ran. It was fun, seeing them running off like a heap of zebras. I chuckled and walked back towards the boat.

    But things weren't as fine as it seems.

    In a sudden, D.U.P. helicopters and army tanks arrived at the scene. Brent and I were surrounded by a deadly team. Without my mind awake, I fought back with neon blasts and grenades. Explosions were everywhere. Gunshots were fired. I was actually enjoying myself, unleashing my powers after so long. It felt awesome, like I'm unstoppable.

    Soon enough, I realised the D.U.P. were starting to fall back. My evil laugh filled the town. I can't believe I'm beating the deadliest force on earth. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

    "Fetch! Look out!" shouted Brent as these are his last words to me.

    A rocket bomb dropped onto our boat. Then what I could remember seeing was a bright explosion that blinded me. Everything was muted, I was thrown into the sea. When I was awake, I found myself in a cage. Yes, a cage, with the initials "D.U.P." engrossed on its door. I broke into tears, my panic attack struck once again. Everything was in a big mess.

    When I still had the hope to see Brent again, a D.U.P. officer handed me his half-burnt cap. I was the the cap I gave it to him on his 18th birthday. That was when my world tumbled down like an earthquake, crashing onto my soul. I regretted so bad as it was all my fault being such a brat. I couldn't even listen to my brother's first rule. What kind of sister am I? I know you'll never forgive me Brent. I'm so sorry, Brent.

    Since that day, I have never done anything bad again.

I miss you, Brent.