hopemayfly.blogspot.com

Hi,I am Hope and I am a mayfly(a distant cousin of the dragon fly)...This is my first blog entry,But again this will also be my last..Scientists say my life expectancy is just one day..And what a day it has been..the best day of my life ^_^

I still remember the moment i opened my eyes..It was bright..the sun A big ball of fire in the sky looked down at me and i could swear it was smiling..It gave me hope{and a new name(Hope)}..I wanted to touch the sun and feel the warmth..Oh how i wished i could fly..wished?I CAN fly :) so I spread my wings and off i went to explore the beautiful world around..But before i went exploring i took a last look at the lake I was born in..and in the water I could see my reflection..I was beautiful..two giant eyes poking out of my head,No mouth..I was a masterpiece cause you see..for me beauty is not how I look from the outside but what I am in the inside[:)]..The world is so big I dint know where to start..

The trees standing tall, and the grass so green
to me all this looked like a dream..
Flower to flower i flew..
they all looked so beautiful..
red, yellow,white and blue..
just pick a color
and you would find the flower
right in front of you..

I spent the rest of the morning traveling..Everywhere i went I could see beauty..I could see..I could feel life..I was happily jumping around..Flower to Flower.. when i saw her..She was the most beautiful mayfly i had ever seen(could be because she was the ONLY mayfly i had ever seen other than me that is)..We got talking and we both fell in love..I had found my better half..The day was coming to an end..I would have never written this blog if it wasn't for those two men I overheard talking..One was saying to the other that he was in his 30's and unmarried..He said "life was too short" and he was upset that he would never get married..I smiled...too short he said..I took out my brand new pocket sony vaio logged in to blogspot and i dint even have to create a new account..I had to just log in using my gmail ID..how cool is that?* and here I am typing away..In one day i did so many things..I played..wrote a poem(the trees standing tall and bla bla bla)..found my life partner and married her(yes I am married now[:)]) and you longer living creatures say life is too short??Life is not short..Its the way you look at it..be it one day or 100 years..live in the moment and enjoy it [:)]..what is coming will come and what not..well..we dont need it do we?[;)]..So next time you want to do something but feel life is too short..just think of me..I am HOPE..

Oh dear god I almost forgot(old age does that to you[:)])..One of the worlds leading cellular networks was inspired by my lifestyle..They created an ad based on my life..I am posting the video below..please do watch it..You will love it.. enjoy.. :)




P.S:*The blogger ID you see in the Title does not exist..The "real" Author of this post put it there to make this post look more interesting(well to be frank he dint have any other better title to think of)

**Sony,google and vodafone are not paying anything to the Author to put their names in this blog..In fact the Author is afraid that they may sue him..

***But I do wish sony,Google and vodafone read this blog, appreciate the way the Author has praised them and pay him something because he is hungry and would like to buy himself a sandwich and a cup of fresh fruit juice..

**** Smile..life is beautiful and you are living it ^_^

Falling

I am Falling..I am falling even as i type this post..With every passing day i am falling deeper and deeper..I am falling into a tunnel so dark and deep,I dont know where ill land..With every passing minute i find my self deeper and deeper..Its dark in here..I see no light..On the tunnel walls i see pictures..really dark pictures..They have a story to tell..of death..of deception and greed..of how this tunnel is growing..growing so deep..I am falling and i see..A man cheating his own company and relapsing the world economy ..As I fall deeper the pictures get darker..I now see planes..planes dropping bombs on a city..I see death..Death is hovering over the city to pick up the men women and children killed..In the next picture i see politicians acting like kids..They care for no one..all they want is money..just to add a little extra money in their pockets i see them importing defective planes..Planes which have taken life's of so many pilots..I see a little 8 year old boy shooting his teacher and classmates..at a tender age of ten i see them doing drugs..I am falling..wait..I see a dot..a white dot...the tiny dot looks like a bright star in this dark and deep tunnel..With whatever strength left in me i am moving closer to the dot..Its a picture..a little picture..just like the dark pictures i saw before..except this little dot is different..I see a little girl..i see her helping an old lady cross a street..I touch the tiny dot..I am falling no more..There is a new world behind that dot..A world so pleasant i feel like singing..but how do i get in?the dot is too small..I am pulling it and stretching it..but its of no use..The dark pictures around are too strong..no...I dont belong in this dark tunnel..I must find another white dot..maybe i can find one which is bigger..Contemplated I am looking around..one more..yes..I can see one more..I can see a man teaching a little boy some math..But again i cant enter this dot..its too small..arghhhh..what do i do??what can i do??only if i could connect this dot with the dot i saw before..hmmm..can i do that??let me see..yes..it worked..I can..the dot dots have connected and made a bigger hole..a hole which will take me to a better world..and for the first time i see..I see hope...I must find more of these dots..At last..I have done it..I see a picture..big enough for me..I can read a word on this picture which reads Humanity..I can crawl out of this tunnel now..I am free..I can see brightness all around and I can feel the peace..I want to lie down under a tree..but i wont..I have to do something good..help an injured animal or give a poor child some food..Its my turn now..My turn to create white bright dots in the dark tunnel i just got out of..there are people still trapped in that tunnel and I want to help them get out..because just like them even i was falling..Falling deep..

The sound of muzic

Music videos...every day we see a release of a music Video..and 90% of these Videos make no sense at all but still manage to top the charts..The remaining 10% well they are songs with some meaning behind them..so here are three of my favorite songs..the video followed by lyrics..enjoy..

Lift by poets of the fall



Lift lyrics

Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
'Fraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry

That is when it seems
We move in circles day to day
Twist the drama of the play to get us by

And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Like the other day
I thought you won't be coming back
I came to realize my lackluster dreams

And among the schemes
And all the tricks we try to play
Only dreams will hold their sway and defy

When it feels like fear...
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear, oooohhhh

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Take me high
Make me fly

How to save a life(Grey's Anatomy version) by The fray



The Fray - How To Save A Life lyrics

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

CHORUS:
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life


Bad day by Daniel Powter

<


Bad day Lyrics

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oooh.. a holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

(yeah...)

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

A New Look!

For days now I was not happy with my Blog presentation..My blog is called Cognizance which has a very deep meaning cognizance is the awakening,knowing we exist..cognizance is the soul..But the theme installed on my blog was that of a gadget,An I-phone rather..The little time I found in my hands I used it to post something(or ahem..play games)..so I picked the first fancy looking theme..But I-phone and Cognizance??you surely cant call this"rab ne bana di jodi"..SO yesterday when I logged into blogger..I had a Motive..I wanted to change the way my blog looked..Ok cognizance..I knew for sure that even if I searched for 7 days straight i would not find any theme which was even close to Cognizance..So I decided that an abstract theme would be perfect..after all.. the soul does not have a shape,a size or a color..So at 10:pm I started my quest to find that perfect theme..I came across many blog template but they were nothing like what i wanted..I searched and searched..I found a few and downloaded em..but once applied they were "yuck"..At 11:30 pm I got off the net..I had to go out(friends birthday)..You know..12:00 am...anyways I got back home at 1:15 am and logged into blogger again..and In the next tab.. my search for that perfect template was on..Finally I came across a template called Colorepaper..Its a pretty good template but again I was just 80% happy with it..so I got back to searching..and at last i came across the theme which is currently applied..I was In love..and when you are in love with something..you want it..no matter what..so I download it..but to my horror..it was a big folder with images labeled..background,side bar, bla bla bla...and a readme file..I opened the file and read its contents..I was supposed to upload these images on some photo sharing site and using the URL.. edit the Java script on blogger..JJJ AAA VVV AAA Scriiiiptttt..the word kept ringing in my head..I dint know the head or tail of java script..What was I to do??search for another theme??but it was already 2:30 am and besides I was In love..how could I reject this theme just because it was challenging to apply..sweetest fruits are always at the top of the tree..Ok so first I created an account on photobucket.com(I had one but forgot the ID and password)..Uploaded the images and google searched "how to apply blogger themes?"..But for some strange reason no one faced the problem i faced..every site i went to told me in simple words..download a template and upload it in blogger...no site said any thing about how to upload a puzzle onto blogger..so i went back to google search and typed"how to edit Java script/HTML in blogger"..”Blistering barnacles!!!”..I had finally found the answer..so I got back to blogger and started editing the script..after a few failed attempts i managed to get the theme applied..all this was happening at 3:30 am...I visited my blog..the theme was perfect but incomplete..A logo..a logo is what i wanted..at 3:45 am..crazy..but true.. I clicked on the newly installed Photoshop cs4 icon on my desktop...Its been a long time since i used photoshop..and CS4..its nothing like the other photoshop versions..but i wanted a logo and I was going to create one..I looked around..made sure no one was around..and started experimenting.."Oh!! what does this button do??"...after a lot of random button clicking I had my logo..I uploaded it on blogger and 4:37 am My blog had a New look..A look with which i was satisfied..A look which is not going to be changed for a very loooooong time...

lemme know what you think?
Cheers! ^_^

Love devine(A kira and sgt W.O.L.F love story)

Habits..well there are these good habits and there are these bad ones..but when a person quits his bad habits for someone..Thats when you know he is in love..Everyone has their fair share of bad habits and many would have "tried" to quit theirs..But its difficult..There is always this weakness in you that does not allow you to rid yourself of these habits..But a a name, a single name,If the very thought of someone gives you the strength to quit these habits its then you know that you really care for that person and are ready to do anything for that person..Its love..I found that strength in someone...The very thought of that person has helped me rid myself of all my bad habits..when in love you dont expect love in return..You just love..you dont see cast,religion,wealth or even looks cause beauty is just skin deep..You just keep loving the person and make sacrifices..Just keep that person smiling..This has never happend to me..wise words like these coming from me..i never expected this..But this is what love does to you..And its the most amazing feeling..very thought of that person brings smile to your face..Now I see the differnce between Love and lust..Lust..well you get bored after sometime you start expecting things,When you just "like"someone..its easy..just go walk up to that person..flirt a bit and walk home with a girlfriend or a boyfriend[I have done that a hell lot of times(girlfriend only ^_^)]..But when in love its hard..There is always this fear of "what if?"..and love..well..it goes on for ever..you are in a state of bliss..its devine.. Love is not something which can be expressed with words..Love is expressed with feelings.. when in love you just connect with the other person..and yes..I connected.. :) Getting rid of my habbits was just the start.. I am going to love..Love with all my heart..expecting nothing in return.. :)

Mike wrote this letter to Kira when they were in high school..

Note:To those people who dont know Sgt W.O.L.F(mike) and kira are..then you will come to know soon.. ^_^ and I know I should have put this line up long ago cause the post is creating a lot of confusion..

Ok my last few blog entries were a bit on the serious side..so I thought of doing something different..review my poll votes..yes..you heard me...lets review the votes that you have cast.. Muuhaha..this is what you get for voting..but fear not for I do not know the names of the people who voted..ok so lets take a look at the options and their results shall we??

It's Ok i guess

Number of votes:1
seriously just ok??tell me what can do to improve my blog??all your suggestions are welcome.. :)

It sucks

Number of votes:0
Thank you!!but now after this post not so sure if the number will remain to zero ^_^

It's Pretty good,I am impressed

Number of Votes:2
Wow really??thanks for voting..I am impressed :P

Stop Posting poems

Number of votes:1
ya ya..I know..My blog is filled with poems..Its even got a poem on shoes for crying out loud!!Yeah I think ill lay back a little!Don feel like writing poems anyways..

Your poems have made me fall in love with you

Number of votes:2
ok this is the most interesting and the most controversial option on my poll..But 2 out of 4 votes..wow..If my math is correct then thats like 50%..but i dont know who voted so..a little help please?I wont mind a comment for this post which says "I voted,I voted".. :) ( and yeah to a certain few people..these poems were not for you..so stop calling me at 2 in the night to thank me :D)

Blogs good but this poll sucks

Number of votes:2
really??I bet you dont like this entry either?? :P

The Blog sucks but this Poll rocks

Number of votes:0
Duh!! You don think my blog sucks and the former option clearly shows that you hate this poll..so this was a given..

Blogging is for losers,Get a life

Number of votes:0
Duh again!! The only reason why you are here is because you like blogs or i forced you to visit my blog with a gun behind you back where again you cant vote for this option cause ill shoot you!! ;)

You call this a blog??try Reading My Blog

Number of votes:0
wow!! no one wants to compete..??oh well..

Too many options,Cant decide what to pick

Number of votes:3
wow this option got the higest number of votes..3 out of 4..well..ever heard of multi voting?This is not a election.. none of my options are running for President..vote for anything and everything if you want.. ^_^

Ok..I guess thats it..no more options to review..no matter what your vote..i love it :)..thanks for letting me know..So keep reading and keep voting.. cheers!!

My second post already!! but again its gonna be anything serious...yesterday when i posted those useless poems,i got a visit from the Ghost of useless stories..it said it was unfair that I posted those poems but not any story..so In my second post I will be posting this story that I had written for my storyboard..I wont say its useless..its just weird..Read it..I love it maybe you will too.. :) so sit back relax and maybe get some popcorn too..This story is called...

The Girl!!
The Worthingtons, who lived at 42 Rose street, were a happy,complacent couple. The mother was a kindergarten teacher, the father was a lawyer, and of course, they had a lovely little cat named snow white, and an even cuter Jack Russell terrier named Puddles.Everything was perfect. The neighbours ocassionally invited them over to bbqs and housewarming parties and dinners and cocktail parties....yes, they were popular.

But the worthingtons were afraid that one day, the neighbours would find out about their little secret. A secret which they had kept for the past 2 years, ever since they moved to Rose street.

You see, Mr. And Mrs Worthington had a daughter. Emily, thats what they had named her. But Emily was no ordinary little girl. She was an 8 year old, with a dissociative identity disorder. Split personality, in other terms.

No one played with Emily, and the neighbour's dogs were scared of her. Emily never took an interest in books or her tuitions or outdoor games... but there was one thing that she loved to do... she loved the TV, and would force her parents to let her stay awake on HBO's Thursday Thriller Nights and Horror Hours on Mondays. She'd dug up the backyard to hide secret Inca masks she carved out of play-clay and brooded in her basement at night. Emily ate too many sweets, and she was known to have stolen knives from the kitchen... once her mother'd found her carving a weird symbol on her own skin with a blade...

Emily's mom ran out of the room in horror. She could not accept the reality of the thing that had just happened. She frantically searched for her husband.

"Frank?" she called, "Mr. Frank Worthington, can you hear me? Where are you?"

a gloating silent emanated from the staircase in front of her, answering her call in a rather ominous manner. She felt rooted to the ground.

"He's in the cupboard."

With a shriek, Mrs. Worthington turned around to find Emily standing just behind her; knife in her outstretched hand, contorted Inca mask on her face.

"It's the mask, I swear."

Mrs. Worthington felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She slowly stepped away from the girl, tears streaming down her face. Was this girl even human? she thought to herself. Perhaps this child was an offspring of The Beast..could she be the Anti Christ, as stated by the Book of Revelation.

Emily smiled innocently at her mother. She tilted her head slightly and giggled. Puddles growled at her, and Snow white arched its back and hissed.

"Mother, do watch out for the stairs"

But it was too late.And so mrs worthington fell down from the 2nd floor staircase, and when she finally landed, her head was twisted at an odd angle, her features contorted with anger and fear, and her elbows dislocated. She was dead.

Emily cried. she cried till her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy."What have I done?" she asked herself."I killed my own parents!"
"But they deserved to die," the voice in her head retorted."They treated you so bad! they made u live in the basement, they didnt even agree to buy you that Vampire Bat u wanted for xmas last year!"

And so emily decided to run away.

24 hours later, the cops had arrived. One of the neighbours had informed them that something wasnt right. They found Frank worthington stuffed in the cupboard, his throat was slit and his left eye was mising. His mouth was open and it seemed as though he had died screaming.

The dog was found hanging from the ceiling fan. ANd the cat...um...lets not talk about it.

42 Rose street..A place that made headlines twenty years ago.Ah yes twenty years have passed since the brutal death of the Worthingtons.People of rose street still remember the the screams,They still remember the cupboard in which lay a helpless man stabbed away to death by his very own daughter and they still remember the "cat"!! the cat you you ask?what really did happen to the cat?well for that we will have to travel back in time to the very day that people of rose street have been trying to forget.

June 4 1987

the cops had arrived. One of the neighbours had informed them that something wasnt right. They found Frank worthington stuffed in the cupboard, his throat was slit and his left eye was mising. His mouth was open and it seemed as though he had died screaming.

The dog was found hanging from the ceiling fan. ANd the cat...well..the cat was found half buried,the ears cut down and the eyes...The eyes gazing towards the stars.like they had answers hidden in them,like they wanted to tell a story.but all the eyes said at the movement was the sad story of the Worthingtons.

The cops had searched the house.There was no sign of Emily.The detective who had come that day was a young lad called mike.Mike always wanted to join the police force ever since he was 9.At the young age of 18 he finished his training.At 27 he was made a detective.He always knew that the job of a police man was no walk in the park, But he was ready,Atleast he thought that untill this day."get me some water" he said to his Junior.*glug**glug* he heard the water as it went down his throat."terry" he called,"Yes sir?" came the reply."Terry tell me,Have we searched all the rooms??"asked mike"yes sir..umm..wait no,Not really sir"terry looked scared,He knew he would have to face the music now"WHAT??"Asked mike,If this was a bright sunny morning then one would have noticed mike turning red,"why? I told you lads to check all the rooms,Why have you not followed my orders?""well sir"terry lookd at the ground,he surely could not face mike.

"well Sir..The boys are afraid to enter the room.they say they heard weird sounds coming from inside"what room?"asked Mike."the girls rooms sir,The room of Emily Worthington"was the reply"you boys are afraid to enter a little girls room??Oh my god i have team full of babies who cant even enter a little girls room.What are you afraid of her dolls??Move aside ill take a look in there myself"Mike was very angry,Infact terry had never seen mike this angry.the stairs creeked as mike walked towards Emilys room room which was on the first floor.He was at the door.He knew he himself was afraid to enter the room,But he had a point to prove now.If he chickend out now then his team would mock him for the rest of his life.He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.The room was nothing as he had expected it to be.It looked nothing close to a little girls room.Infact it looked like a storage room.There was old stuff all around the place."This is odd" he thought.He was about to turn back and call for terry when suddenly a small book caught his sight,A diary rather.Mike Picked it up,The diary looked like it had often been used.It had a black cover on it with the following words written on it"My little girl".It looked like the diary belonged to Mrs. Worthington.Mike opened the diary and started reading it.time passed slow,It was as if time had forgotten how to move.pages after pages he turned.With every page his eyes got wider."Oh my god"Mike dropped the book and called for terry"TERRY,TERRY"running up the stairs came Terry"what happend sir?""Terry"said Mike calmly"Terry i think I just found Emily""what really??"Terry was surprised"yes,follow me"saying this mike climbed down the stairs.opened the back door and stepped into the backyard where the cat was half burried into the ground."Terry meet Emily"Said mike pointing at the cat.

"what?" Terry was shocked"yes dear lad read this" miked showed mike one of the pages from the diary

The Diary
My little girl
march 6 1982

Dear diary,Today me and Frank got us a little kitten.she is so sweet.she likes to play on my lap and play withe the woolen ball i made for her.Oh diary How she makes me miss the little daughter i had who died or rather killed even before she was born.what could i do?i was just a stupid little teenager back then i could not let this baby come into the world.Oh diary,I dont know why but i feel she was angry with me..I know babies dont have feelings atleast i think they dont.Oh diary i am going to name this kitten Emily,Named after the unborn daughter i killed.

"oh my god"Terry dint have words to say"but sir,the neighbours say the Worthingtons daugher was crazy..so there must be a daughter?"asked terry"read on my dear friend.read on"

September 27 1985

Dear diary,Frank and i have moved to this new house,A lovely little place on rose street.the neighbours look friendly and i think i can make many new friends here.But dear diary i am scared,I dont want the neighbours to find out about Emily.She is different.She is no normal girl.I think she is a witch.She changes into a cat sometimes.oh dear diary i am scared.frank has promised me he will not tell anyone about Emily,And if anyone does find out then we will just have to tell them that our daughter is crazy and that they cant see her cause she is not allowed to leave her room.

"WHAT??A WITCH??is this woman crazy?" asked terry"yes,yes she is" said mike"you see.the guilt had taken over the mind of Mrs Worthington,as time passed by there was a new Mrs Worthingtons born,the one that belived that the cat she had was infact her unborn daughter"explained mike"But what about frank sir?dint he tell ever tell her anything?asked terry"no,he was afraid.He knew his wife was turning crazy and he dint want to upset her and put his life in danger"Mike looked relaxed now he knew he had just solved this case"Afraid sir??"asked terry

"yes,afraid"said mike"go ahead,read on"

July 18 1986

Dear diary i am scard.I think Emily is crazy.she killed all the birds today.every single one of of them.But how could she?she is just a little girl.there blood on her hands today.but the strange thing is there was blood on my hands too.I am sure Emily is behind all this but again there is one part of me that thinks I DID IT

"oh i think i get it"Terry smiled for the first time that day"all the killings the blood and all the funny stuff that was happening in this house was the work of Mrs Worthington,Her other half that is.And that is why frank was afraid of her, he must have thought that if he told her the truth then the other half would take over her wife and kill him.Am i right sir?"asked terry"very good my lad,You learn fast.here take a look at this very last diary entry"said mike

June 4 1987

Oh diary wha have i done? i have killed Frank.I killed them,Oh dear god i killed them.I know it was emely who made me do this.SHe is evil i tell you pure evil.I have to do something.I have to kill her,The devil,But i cant,I cant kill her.She is my daughter,My very own daughter.How can i kill her?oh dear diary what do i do?yes i think i have a plan.ill will burry her waist down.she cant move and she will die without food and water..yes i will do that.
oh diary i did it.i just burried her.but dear diary i cant see her die like this,no i cant.I love her afterall.oh diary i dont know what to do i feel like jumping off the second foor window.but i cant let my daughter hear the screams of hey dieing mother.i know what i will do.i will cut of her ears.
AH diary i have done it.this is the day devil dies.oh diary this is the last time i will be wrighting into you.I will miss you.Goodbye dear friend


"My god the lady was crazy"said terry"all this while she thought she was the hero of the story.But she turned out to be the villain of the story.oh cruel fait.May god bless her soul"

Twenty years have passed and now things are peaceful once again.

~~~~~~ THE END~~~~~~

Sorry For any typo s, Typed The story as fast as I could..I was going to use this story for my project but changed my mind in the last moment..Now I am writing A story about a guy called SGT W.O.L.F..Its a pretty serious story..something like final fantasy .. :) Ok now that I have posted this story,I dont think ill be getting anymore visits form the Ghost of useless stories..atleast I hope I dont..Rest in peace Ghost of useless stories,Rest in peace.. ^_^

Yey!! My First Blog entry..ok,Whats the first thing that comes into your head when someone says blog??Thoughts and feelings expressed through words..I have read many blogs and they were all so beautiful..you know for some strange reason i don know why but when you sit in front of a comp your creative brain wakes up..Every blog entry has a beautiful meaning behind it..The things that people say in a blog..I have never seen anyone express themself such a way in real life..But of course there these other blog entrys which give us links to download pirated games and movies..Ahem..Buts lets not think about that right now..Yeah so coming back to my blog..well I am not that good with words and it takes me ages to get an idea,so,I seriously don know how to start my blogging life..how do i start?what do i say?Something serious? something funny??or just give away links to pirated games and movies??? ahem.. anyways..tell you what, Ill try to keep my blog entrys serious and funny..(no links sorry,Try to find some other blog entry if you want to download movies or games).Ok as you know this is my first blog entry,so,Ill start off at a lighter note..yes,A funny entry with no meaning and sense at all..

Ok ill start off with these 2 poems I wrote to cheer up one of my friends who was feeling low..These poems makes no sense what so ever(but the poems did make my friend laugh)..so if you have time to waste then read on..

I Wonder Day and Night,oh and at Noon too!!

Every day i wonder
WOnder in the mornings
I wonder in the the nights.
oh, and did i forget?
what did i forget?oh yes
I wonder in the noon too,
so what do i wonder you ask?
I wonder, and I wonder again
Why did the chicken ever cross
the road!

what came over the chickens mind?
was it the dream to cross the road?
or did the chicken just want to cross?
we may never know,why it did so
unless we try to cross the road too
but do we have the strength?
are we brave like the the chicken?
but if we do cross the road, then,
people will ask why did we cross
the road!

what will we answer?what can we answer?
Every day i wonder
WOnder in the mornings
I wonder in the the nights.
oh, and did i forget?
what did i forget?oh yes
I wonder in the noon too,
so lets all be like the chicken,
unless we are mexicans,
let us all go and ask the chicken,
ask the chicken,why?it crossed
the road!


The Clock Goes Tic Toc!

Tic toc, tic toc the clock went tic toc
in the morning and in the night
the clock went tic toc.
oh and lets not forget,
in the afternoon too the clock went
tic toc..

But one day the clock stopped
people say it was because of
the way it talked.
at 1 he went tweet tweet
at 2 he went tweet tweet
at 3 he went tweet tweet
at 4 he went tweet tweet
at 5..well..you get my point right?


people were sad they had no clock
who would now tell them the time?
would you do it?
but knowing you i would say,
Your answer would be"get away"
so what will the people do now?
O dear clock please start back,
they cried.But nothing happened


So they took the clock to the sand man
but he could not help.Modern technology
he said..useless..sands are the best
throw this useless clock and take my sand
timer .but, "no" said the people
they just wanted their clock back


now they took it to the wise man,
he looked at the clock and laughed.
all it needs is a new battery and it will be tip top.
people were happy.they put in a new battery
and the clock started working again..
now the wise man looked at the people and said
time is valuable, dont waste it..
stop reading this poem,
GET IT??

Well thats the end of my first Blog entry..Hope(with a capital H) you enjoyed it..Oh wait..Now that i have typed two poems already,whats the harm in typeing one more??Lemme type this one last poem..Its not useless,Infact its good..Its called..

Math Poem!!(you will know why at the end of the poem)

One one was one race horse,
two two was one too,
one one won one race,
two two won one too. ^_^

Ok now the same poem with numbers insted of words(U know SMS style ;)..Gr8 eh?no?4get it :D)Anyways..

Math Poem SMS Style!!

11 was 1 race horse
22 was 1 2
11 1 1 race
22 11 2
^_^

nice?? :) Ok this time it really IS the end of my very first blog entry!!hope you liked it..