Nuts & Bolts

Bob?
Saturday, July 7, 2007

... I want an Oreo.

Seriously.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:21 PM 0 comment(s)  

Tagged.

Tagged by Gillian. Hmm.

My Perfect Lover (Cheesy? Indeed.)
RULES:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

Rules? Haha.

1- She should be shorter than me. I'm afraid of people who're taller than me. :(
2- She should share my interests in music, or at least tolerate what I listen to.
3- I'd like her to be manja with me xD Haha.
4- She must be able to mix and mingle with my group of friends. If she can't... then she's not the right one.
5- She shouldn't be too materialistic.
6- She has to be tolerative of my gaming obsessions >_>
7- She should be able to laugh at herself (taking a joke or two about her).
8- She shouldn't have to try hard to be perfect, because she's already perfect in my eyes :D


I have an extra one. It's the core aspect of my "perfect" lover.

9- She's got to have a beautiful smile.

Haha. That's about it. Now, who should I tag? Well, aside from those that Gillian has already tagged...
- Azam. Bitch do it. Just for laughs. Nut.
- Collin. Bitch. Do it. Just for laughs and shits. Portuguese nut.
- Guna. Basket. Do it. Post in the comments section or something. Lol.
- Syazna D: Please? @_@

That's about it.
Working on chapter 2. Quite a long one, lots of dialogue >_<

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:52 PM 0 comment(s)  

#41
Thursday, July 5, 2007

This is a song which I've always liked, and as of late... has grown to be one which I keep in my heart. It's a song by the Dave Matthews Band, and it's a beautifully written song.

It's meaning is whatever you want it to be, whatever you perceive it to be, whatever you can relate to.
Personally, to me... it's always been about how things change, when they aren't supposed to.

When you don't want them to.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:17 PM 0 comment(s)  

Crash & Burn.

I was just sitting in Mr Loh's office when suddenly I was bombarded with images of my whole family dying in a car accident.

Odd. I spent the better part of the day trying to think of something else. Seemed like the more I tried, the more realistic these images became.
I know better though. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. Like it always has.

I've become a little too obsessed with death -_-"

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:33 PM 0 comment(s)  

Ethereal Reborn.

Because registering an account for Trickster Online is impossible (read my previous post to find out why), I have decided to start playing Ragnarok Online again!!

The server which I was on last time is opening a WHOLE new server. Basically, when it opens this Saturday, every single player will be very much the same. Levels, equipments... Heh heh heh. Less competition!

I am very eager to start. Getting into a fresh server reminds me of the time when I first started playing on Malaysian Ragnarok Online - there were, at any given time, at most: 60 people. Fun!
Hope to find a guild for myself and get close to some new online friends.

To everyone: after Saturday, don't expect me to be online much. :)
A colourful online game!



I just love this image haha.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 7:07 PM 0 comment(s)  

"Connection has timed out". Oh stfu Internet.

Downloaded Trickster Online.
Can't play because I can't register. Connection keeps resetting when sending the information to the damn Trickster site.

Serious wtf-ness.

Adam wants an online game to play. One that is colourful, and mind bogglingly cute. Why? Because Adam is tired of serious FPS games. Adam just wants to have fun. Adam wants to laugh and poke at cute little monsters that can kill him with one hit. And then when these cute little monsters actually do kill him with one hit...

... Adam is going to run around in circles using the many emotes that the game has to offer.
Why?

Because it's FUN.



By the way... Adam just had tea. Explains a lot, eh?
Actually, no. :)

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:15 AM 0 comment(s)  

Games of the past.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Was reminiscing of the games I used to play.
Anyone remember Pokemon Red, Blue and Yellow for the Gameboy??

I actually liked these games.

Exploring. Catching pokemon, training them, battling opponents. Winning the game. Then replaying it just to catch (and win the game with) different pokemon.

Remember when you would throw the pokeball, and you'd fail at capturing the pokemon?? Man... tough times.
Have you ever wondered what happens when you fail? No... you don't fail because the pokeball missed the pokemon.

You fail because...



... Sorry Pikachu. :(

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:13 PM 0 comment(s)  

7-7-07
Tuesday, July 3, 2007

I couldn't use the same poster from last year without editing it >:P
Yip! Watch out.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:02 PM 1 comment(s)  

Seconds to Sundown.
Monday, July 2, 2007

The next update in my personal fiction. Please note that all names used are purely fictional, and does not relate to any person in real life.

“I’m home,”

“Mommy, Adam’s home,” yelled a young girl.

“Where’s mother?” asked Adam, as he set his bag on the floor. “In the kitchen,” came the reply. Adam made his way to the kitchen, placing his taking off his watch and glasses as he did so. He found his mother in the kitchen, cutting half a watermelon into a large bowl.

Adam looked around, searching. “Where’s dinner?”

“I didn’t cook any for you,”

“But I told you I was having dinner at home tonight,”

“I didn’t feel like cooking for you. Go out and buy your own food,”

“You haven’t given me my pocket money…”

“I don’t have any money now. Wait till your father gets home tomorrow evening.”

Realizing that he could get no more from his mother for the night, Adam quietly walked over to the fridge, hoping to find something to eat. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and that was lunch,” he thought to himself. Unfortunately, he found the fridge empty – not even an apple to fill his growling stomach. He looked over to his mother – who was still cutting up the watermelon – he wondered if that was for him. “Haven’t had watermelon in a while,” he remarked.

His mother continued with what she was doing, and gave him a cold reply, “It’s not for you. So don’t think you’re getting any,”

He kept his eyes on the watermelon, his thoughts on his empty stomach and hand on his empty wallet. There wasn’t anything he could do now – tonight he would go to bed with the same feeling that accompanied him almost every night: hunger. Although he had gotten used to it, it didn’t change the fact that it was difficult to go through. Everyday it was the same: he would come home, and his mother would always give him the cold shoulder. In his own home, Adam was unwanted.

He dragged himself to his room. Lying on his bed, he could think of nothing more to do but turn his laptop on, and get on the Internet to chat with his friends. It seemed like they were the only ones he really had now, the only ones he could really depend on. But it was just his luck…

None of his close friends were online. Not wanting to wait around, he turned off his laptop, and pushed himself to sleep. And all the while, he thought to himself… “Maybe tomorrow I won’t be an outsider in my own home. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be family again.”

Wishful thinking.

***

Is this still too short? Meh. I've decided to add links to posts which have the fiction's updates. You can find them on the side.

Woot xD

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:24 PM 0 comment(s)  

Seconds to Sundown.
Sunday, July 1, 2007

As some of you may know, I was fairly active in writing, constantly pushing myself to create stories that told of many things.
I've been on a terribly long break from it, and frankly I fear whatever possible "talent" I had before has gone up and left. Frightening prospect! Especially since I truly enjoyed putting myself in the position of a story teller - my every word dictating the universe of which I had created.

Even though I've not done it in so long, I have had many different stories come and go through my mind. However, one particular story has been stuck in my mind for the better part of these past few months. Which is what this post is generally about - I have decided to write it out, and post it here.

I have everything thought out - the beginning, the end, the journey between these two points in time. And I will post them here, part by part - I don't know if any of you will enjoy it. If it's not your type (or if my writing style is just not up to your standards, which is highly possible), then you can just skip these posts - all will be titled appropriately to inform you of its content.

I hope you will take the time to post comments (if you read the story), and give me tips on how I should improve myself, so that I may use them in the coming updates. Praise is welcome too >_> (Haha.)

Enjoy :P

At long last, he felt it. He had found the one thing he wanted; the one thing he needed. He clenched his fists, then… sorely held his hands over his chest, as his heart pounded. Fatigue overran his body – his legs were heavy, his head light and spinning.

He took a few steps forward, tossing his bag to the ground, his video camera held tight in his hands. And when it was turned on, he looked back at the beautiful sight before him.

The search was over.

He took a moment for himself, a moment to remember what he went through to get here; to remind him why he needed to be here. He gave a deep sigh…

… And with a smile on his face, whispered softly…

“… Sundown,”

Understand that this is only the introduction, a setup for things to come. Which gives a little explanation as to why it's fairly short. Haha. Bear with me.

Extra:
It's been sometime, and I've grown fairly attached to someone. Only recently did I realize something: I may be in love with her.
It's not just a crush, like what I had for the girl before her.
This is... different. To the point where it's keeping me in a confused state of mind.
I don't really know what I'm feeling.

I'd like to express myself, but I'm hindered by someone.
You see, before I realized I had these feelings... someone had already expressed to me of his interest in her. Naturally, it wouldn't be right for me to try anything - he decided to pursue her first, and so it shall be. I'm not about to jump in and try my luck - not while he's still trying his.

I guess all I can do now is wait. If she rejects him, and he moves on... then I'll confess. Otherwise... the words are going to be kept in me, till the appropriate chance shows... or till I forget these words ever existed.

Oh well.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 2:38 PM 0 comment(s)