it is now 11hr40min
to
the
start
of the
first lesson
its a calm before the storm right now
im feeling surprisingly at peace
i was dreading this moment the entire day
now that its here
its not so bad after all
regardless of undone homework
regardless of PERMSING teachers
regardless of old hags who dont stop
regardless of an absence of monady training
(which always helps alleviate my soul btw)
its not so bad
lifestles of the rich and the famous
Omerta
Sunday, June 29, 2003
all sins are forgiven
even if not asked for
what can i say?
school in a day
no more blissful
stayovers
no more crazee cca
(at least not in such a relaxed atmosphere)
im still be hind in my work
you know whats the strange thing?
one year ago
if i was caught in the same situation
i would have veritably been
........................
anxious
or to put it more appropriately
totally freaking out
but now?
once i entered ACS
(All Can Study?)
(nah its All Can Slack)
i really couldnt care less
what a drastic change
paranoid
to
slack
in a year
why am i not surprised
lost count
even if not asked for
what can i say?
school in a day
no more blissful
stayovers
no more crazee cca
(at least not in such a relaxed atmosphere)
im still be hind in my work
you know whats the strange thing?
one year ago
if i was caught in the same situation
i would have veritably been
........................
anxious
or to put it more appropriately
totally freaking out
but now?
once i entered ACS
(All Can Study?)
(nah its All Can Slack)
i really couldnt care less
what a drastic change
paranoid
to
slack
in a year
why am i not surprised
lost count
Friday, June 27, 2003
chiddu e lu bonnu e taci vidi
it is a good person who sees and keeps silent
omerta
the inviolable code of honour the
sicilian mafiosi live by
having both broken
and
breaking it
feels strange
maybe i'll be a bit more
conscious
if conscious existed
so now
im just waiting
for
one
word
i suppose maybe
i use it more frequently
and thats my only saving grace
shattered
it is a good person who sees and keeps silent
omerta
the inviolable code of honour the
sicilian mafiosi live by
having both broken
and
breaking it
feels strange
maybe i'll be a bit more
conscious
if conscious existed
so now
im just waiting
for
one
word
i suppose maybe
i use it more frequently
and thats my only saving grace
shattered
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Running Away
As soon as 17 year old Jane had gotten home, she flung her bag aside, dropped into the sofa and began to cry.
Her sobbing had not gone on for very long when her grandfather hobbled in on a cane, he sat down next to the weeping figure and stroked her hair comfortingly, “Now, now, you had better stop crying before you wet the sofa through!”
Jane got up and smiled feebly at her grandfather and spoke, “It’s nothing grandpa, its been a stressful week that’s all.”
Her grandfather looked at her, sunken eyes piercing into her innermost thoughts, “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”
Jane broke down again, nodding her head. After a few minutes, she calmed down somewhat and began to tell her story.
Jane was being bullied, a girl in school was making her every hour in school feel like hell, she would spill food on her, make a fool out of her in class, injure her in PE, and the list went on.
Her grandfather knew that Jane possessed a strong and willful character and voiced his surprise at her not responding, “Why didn’t you tell your teacher? Or the counselors?”
Then he grinned, “Is this something to do with Adriel again?” Adriel was the boy that Jane had taken a real fancy to.
Jane’s face turned a cherry red and she managed a whisper, “Yes…” She explained, “You see grandpa, that bitch (at this, grandpa tut tutted) Cindy is in charge of the AV system, she threatened to announce…you know…”
“Settle down Jane, I’ve got a story for you…”
“The year was 1923, midway through the Great Depression and the Prohibition, it was hard times for most people, having a job as a taxi driver was considered very lucky in those days. I landed a job as one, eked out a living ferrying people around Chicago, also known as La Cosa Nostra or the Lost Heaven. It was the era of the Mafia, drive-by-shootings were common, Speakeasy’s were dangerous places and no one could be trusted. It was in this city that I first met your grandmother; I still remember our first meeting like it happened yesterday. I had earned much more than my quota and was about to knock off for the night, but something else was about to happen.
I stopped off at my block for a break, when a Ford screeched round the corner and crashed into a lamppost, two men got out, each holding a Colt .45. They dashed towards me and held the Colt to my head, “Get in and drive!” I always stayed clear of mob activities but in this case, I was obliged to. I got in and we sped off, I soon realized why they were in such a rush when a red sedan roared after us, the windows lowered and objects glinting in the light protruded, I didn’t know what they were, until the windscreen shattered that is.
I put the pedal to the metal and began driving as hard as I could, it was a matter of life and death. It wasn’t easy to lose them, the cab wasn’t built for racing, and the sedan was steadily catching up, and to what was worse, my two ‘customers’ had ran out of ammunition. I made a right and found myself facing a bridge, a bridge which was slowly being raised for a ship to pass, there was no time to hesitate, I made straight for the bridge.
Racing for the bridge, one of the men called out to me, “Are you mad?? Get us off the road!!” Ignoring him I continued, the cab smashed through the barrier and went right off the ramp. There was a stunned silence as we flew through the night sky, it seemed as if we were suspended mid-air, then we landed. I was filled with astonishment when my cab didn’t fall apart on impact with the other side of the bridge; it merely skidded down and came to a sudden halt against a wall. I leant back on the chair, heart laying down a beat like a Tommy gun.
One of my customers reached over to pat me on my shoulder, “That was some smooth driving son, now get us to the Salieri Bar at 4th street and that’ll be all.” And that was my first encounter with Tommy and Angelo, they told me to go find them at the Salieri bar the next day for what they claimed was ‘An offer you cant refuse’
Early the next morning, I drove my half destroyed taxi down to the Salieri Bar, where Tommy and Angelo were already waiting. They said they needed a capable chauffeur, and I sure fulfilled THAT requirement. But as I said earlier, I dreaded the activites of the Don Mafioso, but the lucrative paycheck was just too hard to resist, so I agreed, and that was the beginning of my career in the Mafia.
Tommy was a genial sort of guy except when it came to business that is, outside that, Tommy was real friendly and I grew to like him more and more. Angelo on the other hand, was cold and generally unfriendly, he took especial pleasure in ‘hits’ or killings, as the layman would put it. They weren’t the only people I chauffeured though, I took the Don once, he explained how Tommy, Angelo and I belonged to the Salieri family, albeit a small one but ‘highly effective’ as he put it.
The first few months passed uneventfully, there were one or two occasions when I had to shake a trail, but no flying bullets this time round, there were also times when Tommy and Angelo would emerge from a house with bloodstains on their shirt. I knew well enough what they did, and I hoped their job would never fall into my hands, unfortunately it did one day.
It seemed to be another typical day in my humdrum life, I drove Tommy and Angelo further out to a remote gas station, I got out of the car for a quick smoke and they entered the gas station’s diner. I got out a dime novel I had bought earlier when Angelo rudely interrupted by getting flung out of the door with a bullet wound. I threw my book aside and rushed to tend to him, he reached into his trenchcoat and drew out a Colt which he handed to me, “Dirty bastards…. they got Tommy locked up…go get him outta there…I‘m not too badly wounded…GO!” I grasped the gun in my hand and stalked round to the back of the diner, taking a deep breath I kicked the backdoor in and went in.
Suddenly, a door next to me swung open, to reveal a very shocked man, he reached into his coat but before he could do anything else, I fired. The bullet went right through his neck and ended his life. I stood over the bleeding lifeless body, he was the first person I had ever killed, but not the last.
“Hey! Watcha doin ‘ere?” I spun round to see another gangster, this time holding a shotgun at the ready, I dived to the floor and we both fired simultaneously, thankfully his aim was wide and the bullets lodged themselves in the wall, I however shot him straight in the chest, he staggered back a few steps and I shot him two more times, killing him. The shots were bound to attract attention, and so they did. Two more came at me, but I was ready for them, I grabbed the pump-action shotgun and loosed off two shots, each striking home.
“S...Sam! Is that you? In…h…here!” A voice came from behind a door, I rushed in to find a beaten and bleeding Tommy, I got him to his feet and as I helped him out of the room, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he flung me to a side. A loud crack and he fell to his knees and crumpled to the ground. Someone had snuck up behind us! For a few seconds I was stunned, my only friend in Chicago, the person who showed me the ropes, the man who taught me how to shoot, was dead. Then I snapped out of my paralysis, in one fluid motion, I drew my weapon and fired at Tommy’s killer, the bullet hit dead center of his forehead. It’s amazing what anger can do to your aim.
The Don had called us in for a meeting; there were about forty other Mafia who came. A few representatives from other families were conversing with the Don, they seemed to have come to a sort of consensus, and the Don called our attention.
“Gentlemen, settle down. Thank you all for coming today, especially our guests from the Castello and Pannicio family. As you would probably have guessed, I called this meeting, to discuss the Morello situation.” At this, murmurs of discontent arose from the audience, the Don raised his hands for silence and went on, “ The Morellos are the biggest family in town, for a long time now. They’ve infringed on our turf, taken some of business’,” there was quite an uproar and the Don once again raised his hands for silence, “ But this time they’ve gone too far, just yesterday they killed one of our men! This means WAR! Today we’ll topple the Morellos, today we’ll ensure that there’s equal opportunity for all the families!” By this time, most of the Mafia were getting pretty hyped up, this statement caused an uproar and this time the Don didn’t bother to quiet them, shouting above the din, “Go out on the streets and if it belongs to Morello, hit it, if it’s a war they want, it’s a war they’ll get! But remember, leave his headquarters at the Ritz Hotel, that ones mine!”
The Mafia started filing out to their cars, assorted weapons at the ready. I pushed my way to the Don, “Don, I’d like to join you.”
The Don turned round and it was the first time I had a good look at him, silvery hair, bushy eyebrows and a toned body obviously gained from hard labour, Tommy had told me he was quite a fighter in his time. Tommy.
“I hear you’re a deadeye shot and a hot driver, bring your rod round and we’ll take it.” It was time. Time to bring down the bully.
There were about 12 of us, including the Don, we drove in three cars and stopped right outside the Ritz. We walked in to be met by two of Morello’s men, “Waddya want?”
The Don growled, “Blood”
We drew our weapons from under our trenchcoats and all hell broke loose. The two men who met us were blown away by a hail of bullets; people started screaming and attempted an escape. We fought our way to the stairwell, the Don told us Morello’s quarters were at the Mezzanine.
The fighting was hectic, a revolver in one hand and my trusty colt in the other, I brought down two Thompson wielding men. The element of surprise was on our side and we cleared out the first level pretty fast, but by the time we hit the mezzanine, Morello’s men were dug in and prepared, we lost three men to a well sprung surprse from a trapdoor. The Don himself was hit in the arm, he merely shrugged it off.
We really got bogged down at the bar counter, Morello’s men were taking cover behind it and had pinned us down. The Don cursed, “Damn, we gotta clear those guys out before Morello can escape!” Just at that moment I felt something hanging on my coat, I realized it was an old mills grenade I had plucked from the armoury. Hoping it still worked, I pulled the pin and flung it expertly over the counter. There was an almighty explosion and the counter practically split apart.
The next few moments passed like a Matrix fight scene. A hidden door burst open and Morello himself along with a few of his thugs burst out, guns blazing. We lost four more men to this initial onslaught, but once we recovered from the initial shock we managed to kill a few of their men. Morello rushed down the stairs while his men covered his retreat.
Once again we were pinned down, the Don gave what sounded like a warcry and flung a table onto the men, they tumbled down the stairs. We rushed down to find Morello driving off in one of the cars.
“You drive kiddo!” The Don shouted at me, we piled into one of the other cars and chased after Morello. It was just like that eventful night where I met Tommy and Angelo, only this time, I was the hunter.
Morello was a pretty smart driver, weaving in and out of the heavy traffic, but then again, I wasn’t any novice either! We were trailing him pretty closely when he braked and did a 180 degree turn, as he drove past, he shot the gas tank.
We were already low on gas and this shot emptied the tank. The car stopped and I got out. Before, it was business, now, it was personal, I took aim and fired. The bullet pierced through the glass, the headrest and Morello’s head, the car swerved into a wall and ignited in a ball of flame. Its amazing what anger can do to your aim.
Surprisingly, a lot of people turned up for Tommy’s funeral, it was a funeral of mixed emotions. Tommy was a sociable type of person, everyone grieved his death, and yet everyone was delighted that the iron grip of Morello the bully had been shattered forever.
After most everyone had left, I knelt by his grave and thought. How many more friends would I lose? How many more people would I have to kill? How long before I myself die ‘by the sword’?
I felt a hand grip my shoulder, it was the Don.
“Hey there Sam.”
“Don, I want out of this business, I don’t want anymore killing.”
“ I understand, Tommy was close to my heart too you know, he was my son. He wouldn’t have wanted you to stay. Go, get out of the La Cosa Nostra while you still can.””
“Are you saying I should take a gun and shoot Cindy grandpa?” Jane said with a tinge of amusement.
He smiled, “ The Don lost a son because he tolerated a bully for too long, I lost a friend because I was playing a game not for me. I think love is a game you’re too young for and I also think a peaceful confrontation is in order here.”
Jane looked down at the floor, “But…”
The old man got up, “It’s your life dear, it’s your life. You can choose to go in with guns blazing or go clean. Bullies need to be handled, but definitely not the way Morello was handled.”
Jane’s grandfather rose from his seat, kissed his granddaughter gently on the forehead and hobbled out on his cane.
Jane sat there, her mind a swirling mist of thoughts and conflicting ideas, then she looked at the old man ascending the staircase, and she got inspiration. Inspiration from the actions he did, the choices and the sacrifices he made. She had decided. The bully was going down. The Mafia way.
As soon as 17 year old Jane had gotten home, she flung her bag aside, dropped into the sofa and began to cry.
Her sobbing had not gone on for very long when her grandfather hobbled in on a cane, he sat down next to the weeping figure and stroked her hair comfortingly, “Now, now, you had better stop crying before you wet the sofa through!”
Jane got up and smiled feebly at her grandfather and spoke, “It’s nothing grandpa, its been a stressful week that’s all.”
Her grandfather looked at her, sunken eyes piercing into her innermost thoughts, “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”
Jane broke down again, nodding her head. After a few minutes, she calmed down somewhat and began to tell her story.
Jane was being bullied, a girl in school was making her every hour in school feel like hell, she would spill food on her, make a fool out of her in class, injure her in PE, and the list went on.
Her grandfather knew that Jane possessed a strong and willful character and voiced his surprise at her not responding, “Why didn’t you tell your teacher? Or the counselors?”
Then he grinned, “Is this something to do with Adriel again?” Adriel was the boy that Jane had taken a real fancy to.
Jane’s face turned a cherry red and she managed a whisper, “Yes…” She explained, “You see grandpa, that bitch (at this, grandpa tut tutted) Cindy is in charge of the AV system, she threatened to announce…you know…”
“Settle down Jane, I’ve got a story for you…”
“The year was 1923, midway through the Great Depression and the Prohibition, it was hard times for most people, having a job as a taxi driver was considered very lucky in those days. I landed a job as one, eked out a living ferrying people around Chicago, also known as La Cosa Nostra or the Lost Heaven. It was the era of the Mafia, drive-by-shootings were common, Speakeasy’s were dangerous places and no one could be trusted. It was in this city that I first met your grandmother; I still remember our first meeting like it happened yesterday. I had earned much more than my quota and was about to knock off for the night, but something else was about to happen.
I stopped off at my block for a break, when a Ford screeched round the corner and crashed into a lamppost, two men got out, each holding a Colt .45. They dashed towards me and held the Colt to my head, “Get in and drive!” I always stayed clear of mob activities but in this case, I was obliged to. I got in and we sped off, I soon realized why they were in such a rush when a red sedan roared after us, the windows lowered and objects glinting in the light protruded, I didn’t know what they were, until the windscreen shattered that is.
I put the pedal to the metal and began driving as hard as I could, it was a matter of life and death. It wasn’t easy to lose them, the cab wasn’t built for racing, and the sedan was steadily catching up, and to what was worse, my two ‘customers’ had ran out of ammunition. I made a right and found myself facing a bridge, a bridge which was slowly being raised for a ship to pass, there was no time to hesitate, I made straight for the bridge.
Racing for the bridge, one of the men called out to me, “Are you mad?? Get us off the road!!” Ignoring him I continued, the cab smashed through the barrier and went right off the ramp. There was a stunned silence as we flew through the night sky, it seemed as if we were suspended mid-air, then we landed. I was filled with astonishment when my cab didn’t fall apart on impact with the other side of the bridge; it merely skidded down and came to a sudden halt against a wall. I leant back on the chair, heart laying down a beat like a Tommy gun.
One of my customers reached over to pat me on my shoulder, “That was some smooth driving son, now get us to the Salieri Bar at 4th street and that’ll be all.” And that was my first encounter with Tommy and Angelo, they told me to go find them at the Salieri bar the next day for what they claimed was ‘An offer you cant refuse’
Early the next morning, I drove my half destroyed taxi down to the Salieri Bar, where Tommy and Angelo were already waiting. They said they needed a capable chauffeur, and I sure fulfilled THAT requirement. But as I said earlier, I dreaded the activites of the Don Mafioso, but the lucrative paycheck was just too hard to resist, so I agreed, and that was the beginning of my career in the Mafia.
Tommy was a genial sort of guy except when it came to business that is, outside that, Tommy was real friendly and I grew to like him more and more. Angelo on the other hand, was cold and generally unfriendly, he took especial pleasure in ‘hits’ or killings, as the layman would put it. They weren’t the only people I chauffeured though, I took the Don once, he explained how Tommy, Angelo and I belonged to the Salieri family, albeit a small one but ‘highly effective’ as he put it.
The first few months passed uneventfully, there were one or two occasions when I had to shake a trail, but no flying bullets this time round, there were also times when Tommy and Angelo would emerge from a house with bloodstains on their shirt. I knew well enough what they did, and I hoped their job would never fall into my hands, unfortunately it did one day.
It seemed to be another typical day in my humdrum life, I drove Tommy and Angelo further out to a remote gas station, I got out of the car for a quick smoke and they entered the gas station’s diner. I got out a dime novel I had bought earlier when Angelo rudely interrupted by getting flung out of the door with a bullet wound. I threw my book aside and rushed to tend to him, he reached into his trenchcoat and drew out a Colt which he handed to me, “Dirty bastards…. they got Tommy locked up…go get him outta there…I‘m not too badly wounded…GO!” I grasped the gun in my hand and stalked round to the back of the diner, taking a deep breath I kicked the backdoor in and went in.
Suddenly, a door next to me swung open, to reveal a very shocked man, he reached into his coat but before he could do anything else, I fired. The bullet went right through his neck and ended his life. I stood over the bleeding lifeless body, he was the first person I had ever killed, but not the last.
“Hey! Watcha doin ‘ere?” I spun round to see another gangster, this time holding a shotgun at the ready, I dived to the floor and we both fired simultaneously, thankfully his aim was wide and the bullets lodged themselves in the wall, I however shot him straight in the chest, he staggered back a few steps and I shot him two more times, killing him. The shots were bound to attract attention, and so they did. Two more came at me, but I was ready for them, I grabbed the pump-action shotgun and loosed off two shots, each striking home.
“S...Sam! Is that you? In…h…here!” A voice came from behind a door, I rushed in to find a beaten and bleeding Tommy, I got him to his feet and as I helped him out of the room, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he flung me to a side. A loud crack and he fell to his knees and crumpled to the ground. Someone had snuck up behind us! For a few seconds I was stunned, my only friend in Chicago, the person who showed me the ropes, the man who taught me how to shoot, was dead. Then I snapped out of my paralysis, in one fluid motion, I drew my weapon and fired at Tommy’s killer, the bullet hit dead center of his forehead. It’s amazing what anger can do to your aim.
The Don had called us in for a meeting; there were about forty other Mafia who came. A few representatives from other families were conversing with the Don, they seemed to have come to a sort of consensus, and the Don called our attention.
“Gentlemen, settle down. Thank you all for coming today, especially our guests from the Castello and Pannicio family. As you would probably have guessed, I called this meeting, to discuss the Morello situation.” At this, murmurs of discontent arose from the audience, the Don raised his hands for silence and went on, “ The Morellos are the biggest family in town, for a long time now. They’ve infringed on our turf, taken some of business’,” there was quite an uproar and the Don once again raised his hands for silence, “ But this time they’ve gone too far, just yesterday they killed one of our men! This means WAR! Today we’ll topple the Morellos, today we’ll ensure that there’s equal opportunity for all the families!” By this time, most of the Mafia were getting pretty hyped up, this statement caused an uproar and this time the Don didn’t bother to quiet them, shouting above the din, “Go out on the streets and if it belongs to Morello, hit it, if it’s a war they want, it’s a war they’ll get! But remember, leave his headquarters at the Ritz Hotel, that ones mine!”
The Mafia started filing out to their cars, assorted weapons at the ready. I pushed my way to the Don, “Don, I’d like to join you.”
The Don turned round and it was the first time I had a good look at him, silvery hair, bushy eyebrows and a toned body obviously gained from hard labour, Tommy had told me he was quite a fighter in his time. Tommy.
“I hear you’re a deadeye shot and a hot driver, bring your rod round and we’ll take it.” It was time. Time to bring down the bully.
There were about 12 of us, including the Don, we drove in three cars and stopped right outside the Ritz. We walked in to be met by two of Morello’s men, “Waddya want?”
The Don growled, “Blood”
We drew our weapons from under our trenchcoats and all hell broke loose. The two men who met us were blown away by a hail of bullets; people started screaming and attempted an escape. We fought our way to the stairwell, the Don told us Morello’s quarters were at the Mezzanine.
The fighting was hectic, a revolver in one hand and my trusty colt in the other, I brought down two Thompson wielding men. The element of surprise was on our side and we cleared out the first level pretty fast, but by the time we hit the mezzanine, Morello’s men were dug in and prepared, we lost three men to a well sprung surprse from a trapdoor. The Don himself was hit in the arm, he merely shrugged it off.
We really got bogged down at the bar counter, Morello’s men were taking cover behind it and had pinned us down. The Don cursed, “Damn, we gotta clear those guys out before Morello can escape!” Just at that moment I felt something hanging on my coat, I realized it was an old mills grenade I had plucked from the armoury. Hoping it still worked, I pulled the pin and flung it expertly over the counter. There was an almighty explosion and the counter practically split apart.
The next few moments passed like a Matrix fight scene. A hidden door burst open and Morello himself along with a few of his thugs burst out, guns blazing. We lost four more men to this initial onslaught, but once we recovered from the initial shock we managed to kill a few of their men. Morello rushed down the stairs while his men covered his retreat.
Once again we were pinned down, the Don gave what sounded like a warcry and flung a table onto the men, they tumbled down the stairs. We rushed down to find Morello driving off in one of the cars.
“You drive kiddo!” The Don shouted at me, we piled into one of the other cars and chased after Morello. It was just like that eventful night where I met Tommy and Angelo, only this time, I was the hunter.
Morello was a pretty smart driver, weaving in and out of the heavy traffic, but then again, I wasn’t any novice either! We were trailing him pretty closely when he braked and did a 180 degree turn, as he drove past, he shot the gas tank.
We were already low on gas and this shot emptied the tank. The car stopped and I got out. Before, it was business, now, it was personal, I took aim and fired. The bullet pierced through the glass, the headrest and Morello’s head, the car swerved into a wall and ignited in a ball of flame. Its amazing what anger can do to your aim.
Surprisingly, a lot of people turned up for Tommy’s funeral, it was a funeral of mixed emotions. Tommy was a sociable type of person, everyone grieved his death, and yet everyone was delighted that the iron grip of Morello the bully had been shattered forever.
After most everyone had left, I knelt by his grave and thought. How many more friends would I lose? How many more people would I have to kill? How long before I myself die ‘by the sword’?
I felt a hand grip my shoulder, it was the Don.
“Hey there Sam.”
“Don, I want out of this business, I don’t want anymore killing.”
“ I understand, Tommy was close to my heart too you know, he was my son. He wouldn’t have wanted you to stay. Go, get out of the La Cosa Nostra while you still can.””
“Are you saying I should take a gun and shoot Cindy grandpa?” Jane said with a tinge of amusement.
He smiled, “ The Don lost a son because he tolerated a bully for too long, I lost a friend because I was playing a game not for me. I think love is a game you’re too young for and I also think a peaceful confrontation is in order here.”
Jane looked down at the floor, “But…”
The old man got up, “It’s your life dear, it’s your life. You can choose to go in with guns blazing or go clean. Bullies need to be handled, but definitely not the way Morello was handled.”
Jane’s grandfather rose from his seat, kissed his granddaughter gently on the forehead and hobbled out on his cane.
Jane sat there, her mind a swirling mist of thoughts and conflicting ideas, then she looked at the old man ascending the staircase, and she got inspiration. Inspiration from the actions he did, the choices and the sacrifices he made. She had decided. The bully was going down. The Mafia way.
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
ok
so we'll leave
those messages for
posterity
anyways
public and private
apologies given
so that little blogging episode is over..
now
scout camp
was
unspeakable
terror undefinable
horros unimaginable
and i managed
to take 24 hours leave
and still it sucked big time
i cant imagine my poor friends
who had to sit through
venture's psycho footdrill
thankfully
our patrol leader
was a tad forgiving
our morning inspection
wasnt too bad
a total of 170
'press ups'
(to quote benjamin shephard)
my dear friends at
patrol 4
were given about 300
oh well
its over
no more torture camps
for two years
thank god
my favourite multiple
so we'll leave
those messages for
posterity
anyways
public and private
apologies given
so that little blogging episode is over..
now
scout camp
was
unspeakable
terror undefinable
horros unimaginable
and i managed
to take 24 hours leave
and still it sucked big time
i cant imagine my poor friends
who had to sit through
venture's psycho footdrill
thankfully
our patrol leader
was a tad forgiving
our morning inspection
wasnt too bad
a total of 170
'press ups'
(to quote benjamin shephard)
my dear friends at
patrol 4
were given about 300
oh well
its over
no more torture camps
for two years
thank god
my favourite multiple
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Saturday, June 21, 2003
ok
im really grateful
thank you again everyone
im just gushing with thanks here
24 hours leave!!
can you believe it!!
ill be back
AFTER
drill
inspection
ceremony
map
hike
and be just in time for
TALENT NIGHT
YES!
HOO!!!
im bursting with joy
sing along now
YMCA..
its fun to stay in the
YMCA!!
1000 square square
im really grateful
thank you again everyone
im just gushing with thanks here
24 hours leave!!
can you believe it!!
ill be back
AFTER
drill
inspection
ceremony
map
hike
and be just in time for
TALENT NIGHT
YES!
HOO!!!
im bursting with joy
sing along now
YMCA..
its fun to stay in the
YMCA!!
1000 square square
first up
thank you everyone
who prayed on my behalf
thank to all of you
(and quite duh God himself)
im out of scout camp
nuff said
will blog later at night
ciao
wheeee!nocountnocount
thank you everyone
who prayed on my behalf
thank to all of you
(and quite duh God himself)
im out of scout camp
nuff said
will blog later at night
ciao
wheeee!nocountnocount
Friday, June 20, 2003
im back
but not for long
i'll be setting off for the
&*%#!^&*%#@!@#$##%%^
scout camp tomorrow morning
just got back from debate camp
words fail me
i cant say much more
than God really
really
REALLY
blessed me
without him...
i know not what i would have done
thanks God
thanks Teri, Jing Wei
thanks seniors
thanks John, Paul, Sean
Kal, Joseph, Joshua Ho, Auggie
Anjan( i DID NOT SUGGEST THAT!)
leonard(whats with you and...)
now wish me luck
and fair winds
as once again
i sally forth
to the dark unknown
perhaps..never to return?
you wish
nein, sein kein, no__?
but not for long
i'll be setting off for the
&*%#!^&*%#@!@#$##%%^
scout camp tomorrow morning
just got back from debate camp
words fail me
i cant say much more
than God really
really
REALLY
blessed me
without him...
i know not what i would have done
thanks God
thanks Teri, Jing Wei
thanks seniors
thanks John, Paul, Sean
Kal, Joseph, Joshua Ho, Auggie
Anjan( i DID NOT SUGGEST THAT!)
leonard(whats with you and...)
now wish me luck
and fair winds
as once again
i sally forth
to the dark unknown
perhaps..never to return?
you wish
nein, sein kein, no__?
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
ok
debate camp is nearing
and so is the scout camp
and so is the 22nd outing
sigh
i've just found out my last week
isnt going to be as free
as i thought it would be
sigh
all i can do now
is sit and pray
1)that my tuition will be cancelled for the 3rd week
2)that i can escape scout camp
3)that it'll be great weather on the 22nd
sigh
somebody save me
ba
debate camp is nearing
and so is the scout camp
and so is the 22nd outing
sigh
i've just found out my last week
isnt going to be as free
as i thought it would be
sigh
all i can do now
is sit and pray
1)that my tuition will be cancelled for the 3rd week
2)that i can escape scout camp
3)that it'll be great weather on the 22nd
sigh
somebody save me
ba
Sunday, June 15, 2003
home
at last
its been great
staying over at the hiew's
and at my aunts
but true to word
theres no place like home
after the initial elation of getting home
its back to the drudgery of life
work
work
work
work
and more work
thankfully
i'll be
TOTALLY FREE
in 3 days
when the b2b camping starts
beginning with the infamous
debate camp
which im lookin forward to
and then
the evil scout orientation camp
which is *(&%%#%@%#^
being held on a weekend!
which means
i'll have to talk my way into getting
24 hours leave
for the church outing
everyone pray that
1.the camp commandant relents
OR the camp is pushed forward to dbte camp date
OR the camp is pushed back
OR dbte camp drags on for another day
OR i get sick on sat and get miraculously healed on sun(jkin)
OR dbte training on sat
yes
thats pretty much my prayer list for this week...
im having problems uploading my mafia file
it'll be up soon
no fear
zehn minus drei
at last
its been great
staying over at the hiew's
and at my aunts
but true to word
theres no place like home
after the initial elation of getting home
its back to the drudgery of life
work
work
work
work
and more work
thankfully
i'll be
TOTALLY FREE
in 3 days
when the b2b camping starts
beginning with the infamous
debate camp
which im lookin forward to
and then
the evil scout orientation camp
which is *(&%%#%@%#^
being held on a weekend!
which means
i'll have to talk my way into getting
24 hours leave
for the church outing
everyone pray that
1.the camp commandant relents
OR the camp is pushed forward to dbte camp date
OR the camp is pushed back
OR dbte camp drags on for another day
OR i get sick on sat and get miraculously healed on sun(jkin)
OR dbte training on sat
yes
thats pretty much my prayer list for this week...
im having problems uploading my mafia file
it'll be up soon
no fear
zehn minus drei
Saturday, June 14, 2003
my short holiday
at the hiew's residence
has come to an end
(sadly)
boy WAS IT A BLAST
i shall now proceed to chronicle
our wayward doings at
37a Jalan Limau *&^%
day1
well
i cant remember exactly
what we did on day1
though i do remember
playin table tennis till late
sleeping later
and waking even later
day2
ah yes
jac and i
went over to bernie's house
for an *ahem*
'advanced screening'
of
Finding nemo
and bruce Almighty
after of which we went
'swimming'
(the sort done on a table with several tablet thingys)
jacob won twice
but didnt realise it both times
and had to have bernie tell him
in the evening
who else but the
S+M
Schiz
'perms'
(did i miss anythin?)
LUCAS LI
came over!
with a chain...
chain...
naturally
dinner was a tad wild
maybe too wild for aunty beng lay's tastes
in began with lucas schizing with his cup
and S+Ming with his knife
which led josh to bring out
3 butcher knives
for jacob him and me
to defend ourselves
later at night
things grew havocer
(if anthin could be more havoc than dinner..)
josh suddenly had an idea
(a very admirable,
gentlemanly
and superb one
i might add)
which was basically to
break out the drinks chips and ice cream
and watch a cool episode of smallville
after the pig-out
we all went into the room
where lucas continued to
instruct us on the finer points
of S+M
and EVEn later at night
began mega schizing
(he was scratching the air
flailing his chain)
the 2 brothers and i had to cower in a corner
until that is
we found the anti lucas device
discovered totally by accident
we later realised
that this was the only credible method
to deter the incredible schiz perms and S+M
force than lucas was bringing down on us
it was....
The...
YMCA!!!!!
yes
the three of us began performing
that age old dance
whch REALLY
turned lucas off
he stopped the chain flailing
scratching
and had to shield his eyes and ears with a pillow
and so
on that fateful night
June the 12th
(twelth night)
the most formidable anti lucas weapon was devised!!!
beware...
day3
when i awakened
"good afternoon"
was the first thing i heard
yeah right you might have said
but true enough
it was 12
not entirely surprisng considerin we all
slept at either 3 or 4am
but surprising nonetheless
the afternoon was spent
playin table tennis
scorpion k.o
the com
sleeping
and cluedo
and finally, i left
for my aunty's house
where i am now
so
in accordance with the title of this blog
omerta
i shall soon be publishing
one of my mafia essays
not entirely original
but definitely a period drama
and possibly my best piece of writing
IF
i can find a way to do so....
if anyone has a way of
hosting a LARGE document
please tag on the board
or email me at
vadersamuel@hotmail.com
(spammers, prepare to die)
sechts
at the hiew's residence
has come to an end
(sadly)
boy WAS IT A BLAST
i shall now proceed to chronicle
our wayward doings at
37a Jalan Limau *&^%
day1
well
i cant remember exactly
what we did on day1
though i do remember
playin table tennis till late
sleeping later
and waking even later
day2
ah yes
jac and i
went over to bernie's house
for an *ahem*
'advanced screening'
of
Finding nemo
and bruce Almighty
after of which we went
'swimming'
(the sort done on a table with several tablet thingys)
jacob won twice
but didnt realise it both times
and had to have bernie tell him
in the evening
who else but the
S+M
Schiz
'perms'
(did i miss anythin?)
LUCAS LI
came over!
with a chain...
chain...
naturally
dinner was a tad wild
maybe too wild for aunty beng lay's tastes
in began with lucas schizing with his cup
and S+Ming with his knife
which led josh to bring out
3 butcher knives
for jacob him and me
to defend ourselves
later at night
things grew havocer
(if anthin could be more havoc than dinner..)
josh suddenly had an idea
(a very admirable,
gentlemanly
and superb one
i might add)
which was basically to
break out the drinks chips and ice cream
and watch a cool episode of smallville
after the pig-out
we all went into the room
where lucas continued to
instruct us on the finer points
of S+M
and EVEn later at night
began mega schizing
(he was scratching the air
flailing his chain)
the 2 brothers and i had to cower in a corner
until that is
we found the anti lucas device
discovered totally by accident
we later realised
that this was the only credible method
to deter the incredible schiz perms and S+M
force than lucas was bringing down on us
it was....
The...
YMCA!!!!!
yes
the three of us began performing
that age old dance
whch REALLY
turned lucas off
he stopped the chain flailing
scratching
and had to shield his eyes and ears with a pillow
and so
on that fateful night
June the 12th
(twelth night)
the most formidable anti lucas weapon was devised!!!
beware...
day3
when i awakened
"good afternoon"
was the first thing i heard
yeah right you might have said
but true enough
it was 12
not entirely surprisng considerin we all
slept at either 3 or 4am
but surprising nonetheless
the afternoon was spent
playin table tennis
scorpion k.o
the com
sleeping
and cluedo
and finally, i left
for my aunty's house
where i am now
so
in accordance with the title of this blog
omerta
i shall soon be publishing
one of my mafia essays
not entirely original
but definitely a period drama
and possibly my best piece of writing
IF
i can find a way to do so....
if anyone has a way of
hosting a LARGE document
please tag on the board
or email me at
vadersamuel@hotmail.com
(spammers, prepare to die)
sechts
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
goin over
to jacobs place
in a while
itll be cool
i'll get to see
the
'Wachowski Brothers'
in action again
today's been a dreary sluggish day
i think ill go drink some sprite
make me more sluggish
V
to jacobs place
in a while
itll be cool
i'll get to see
the
'Wachowski Brothers'
in action again
today's been a dreary sluggish day
i think ill go drink some sprite
make me more sluggish
V
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
im stark
raving
mad
i just found out
somebody
has tricked me
into believing something
and guess what?
the objective was to
entertain a bunch of
verdamnen hundin schwein
friends
im outraged
to say the least...
then again
i should be glad
i finally got my hands on a copy of
Carl Von Clausewitz's
On War
Alexandre Dumas'
Three Musketeers
Man In The Iron Mask
and
20 years later
the books should provide some
proper reading
for the first time in
months
oh yes
i also bought two
kindie german books
they're for 7 year olds
and i cant understand
most of it...
i will get on to my buche
soon enough
(itiisapitythatsomeonecantmakeitforthecampimgointo)
(thedebatecamp)
but first
let me recount the tale of
playin soccer in pouring rain
it was blinding
the sheets of rain inhibited all vision
which provided for some very strange crosses
strange
because they were both
accurate and powerful
the rain does weird things to my feet
however
it did affect my ailing lungs somewhat
now my recovery schedule has been thrown
back by quite a bit
(a few hours)
_and he slots in another goal to bring the tally up to 4goals_
raving
mad
i just found out
somebody
has tricked me
into believing something
and guess what?
the objective was to
entertain a bunch of
verdamnen hundin schwein
friends
im outraged
to say the least...
then again
i should be glad
i finally got my hands on a copy of
Carl Von Clausewitz's
On War
Alexandre Dumas'
Three Musketeers
Man In The Iron Mask
and
20 years later
the books should provide some
proper reading
for the first time in
months
oh yes
i also bought two
kindie german books
they're for 7 year olds
and i cant understand
most of it...
i will get on to my buche
soon enough
(itiisapitythatsomeonecantmakeitforthecampimgointo)
(thedebatecamp)
but first
let me recount the tale of
playin soccer in pouring rain
it was blinding
the sheets of rain inhibited all vision
which provided for some very strange crosses
strange
because they were both
accurate and powerful
the rain does weird things to my feet
however
it did affect my ailing lungs somewhat
now my recovery schedule has been thrown
back by quite a bit
(a few hours)
_and he slots in another goal to bring the tally up to 4goals_
Monday, June 09, 2003
Recce was
hot
stupid bike was stuck on
8th gear
infernal contraption had tiny wheels
to boot
which meant i was pedalling
with all my strength
and still amounted to nothing
i had a bit of fun seeing
jacob and adriel
off into the sea
they kayaked off
into the distance
only to be washed up
onshore
(along with jasmine and joanne)
half dead and
burnt to a crisp
so far
the muse has not
bothered
to come close
so
no inspirational writings...
yet...
3 tries=15 points
hot
stupid bike was stuck on
8th gear
infernal contraption had tiny wheels
to boot
which meant i was pedalling
with all my strength
and still amounted to nothing
i had a bit of fun seeing
jacob and adriel
off into the sea
they kayaked off
into the distance
only to be washed up
onshore
(along with jasmine and joanne)
half dead and
burnt to a crisp
so far
the muse has not
bothered
to come close
so
no inspirational writings...
yet...
3 tries=15 points
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Tuition today sucked
as usual...
"every second was spent in torment, every minute passed after an hour
time stood still for a while...
then i was released from my captor
it was 3.30"
(the above is some spastic piece of writing, pay no heed to it)
guitar was slightly better
im still impatient with mum though
why does she keep on practising when the teach OBVIOUSLY wants to move on?
ever got the feeling your brain is slowly rotting?
i sure am
i find my once masterful grasp of the english language
is slipping...
i attribute it to my reduced reading
but thats basically cos its hard to find a good book like
"Allan Quartermain"
and the i've pretty much read all my favourite author's books
the last book i bought landed up in the dustbin
when i found out it was occult trash
can anyone suggest anything?
i saw a copy of Mario Puzo's
"the godfather"
mom didnt let me get it though
anyway
i wonder how much literary value it contains
sure its got a great plot
with some thrilling(gory, visceral) action
but that was the movie...
(howzat for a 2nd attempt?)
as usual...
"every second was spent in torment, every minute passed after an hour
time stood still for a while...
then i was released from my captor
it was 3.30"
(the above is some spastic piece of writing, pay no heed to it)
guitar was slightly better
im still impatient with mum though
why does she keep on practising when the teach OBVIOUSLY wants to move on?
ever got the feeling your brain is slowly rotting?
i sure am
i find my once masterful grasp of the english language
is slipping...
i attribute it to my reduced reading
but thats basically cos its hard to find a good book like
"Allan Quartermain"
and the i've pretty much read all my favourite author's books
the last book i bought landed up in the dustbin
when i found out it was occult trash
can anyone suggest anything?
i saw a copy of Mario Puzo's
"the godfather"
mom didnt let me get it though
anyway
i wonder how much literary value it contains
sure its got a great plot
with some thrilling(gory, visceral) action
but that was the movie...
(howzat for a 2nd attempt?)
Chiddu e lu bonnu chi vidi e taci
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