Broken Toys

Dis was the story I wrote for the creative writing part of the trial exams for year 12 english, belonging and got 9/15, which is like highest mark I've gotten in english creative writing =D, so thought I'd post it up =]

Broken Toys

      There he was, a carefree, happy and joyous child. Running about his room, he was a puppy, one craving excitement and attention. Constantly creating a mess and ruckus to please his needs. This was the tip of the iceburg, the child was yet to be released. Once the noise cluttering box was dragged out, rattling, shaking, and crashing was all that could be heard. As if by an innate instinct, the child would rampage and toss aside all to reach this thing considered to be Pandora's box. Pure euphoria was all that was noticed. The child dug into the box, throwing anything and everything out of it in a reaction to its seal being broken. The sight of his face wasn't the only thing noticeable, the toys themselves gave off a welcoming glow, like the northern star.
       Watching the firetruck crash, the animals topple, the lego break apart, all this destruction would be considered a terrible thing, but to the child it was his world of joy. After a complete session of mayhem, another one followed as energetic as the one before. One could not care for what was happening just that the child was expressing his joy, and it was a wonderful atmosphere to witness. The child now started to learn new ways of expressing himself and this was a pleasant sight, even though destruction was the means of expression, no one complained, not anyone, not even the toys. With this it was clear the child had found something he could use to act, feel, and express himself for who he is.
       Rain started to trickle down the window, a light stream of tapping. The child carried on in his room, keeping the atmosphere euphoric. Large amounts of noise made by the child overwhelmed the rain, and ensured that happiness would remain...Silence. The sound of the rain showering the house could be heard. An ominous and grief stricken aura surrounded the child. There lay the depressed and dismembered animals alongside their caretaker. The atmosphere now was accompanying the rain, a wailing child began to grieve. Nothing could be done but to empathise with the child, as now he had lost something he was close to. That he felt together with. The child still with his eyes leaking carried the torn animal over to a shoe box and as if to bury it, placed it inside and tucked it underneath his bed. The room was filled with sorrow and the child remained empty.
        Now he doesn't feel the same. Everytime upon entry to his room, he feels distressed. Never moving or seeing the creature, he cannot stay in his room for long either, acting as if he were being exiled by his own inner self. However, the child like the broken toy was dismembering the child's only tie with the place where he once felt comfortable and joy.
        The child went went to his room, with a troubled look. The child shut the door. Silence and anguish surrounded the door, as if to act as a barrier. Than...noise. Cluttering, banging, crashing, and destruction was heard. The door changed to a welcoming glow of happiness and excitement. Upon entry a rush of euphoria could immediately be felt, and joy was surrounding the child. The child had moved on, but what pushed him forwards was unknown. The shoe box was placed on top of a stool, with the words "Broken Toys" written on it. And there lay the torn creature. The child took notice of my starring and proclaimed "I love my toys. And even if they're broken, I'll always love them and have a place for them to stay and watch me play." With that the creature had the ominous and dark aura removed, freed from the abyss of emptiness and the child finally came back home to his euphoria.

That's the story, hope you enjoyed it =)

Quick Joke - What Do You Do If A Blonde Throws A Grenade At You?? 
Pull The Pin And Throw It Back XD

Special Thanx Goes 2 Omta 4 Inspiring Me =]

My Official To Do List =)

OK I've decided that I need to write down my actual goals and objectives that I want to accomplish, because every day I come home I'm sitting there wondering "WTF did I wanna do again??" or "I need to do something...but what is it?"

So here it is, that way I wont forget it because it'll be on my blog =P


Short-Term

1. Practice Thriller =P
2. Learn Shuffling =)
3. Document Last Year 12 Classes =P
4. Try and Gather Enough Money To Pay Mahmoud Back Lmao XD
5. Practice Driving
6. Finish Dissidia - Final Fantasy :]
7. 'Try' (I use that word loosely) and Study for HSC
8. Hand In TAFE Application Form
9. Hope I'm In Da Course XD

That's all I can remember for my short-term goals, onto long-term =]

Long-Term

1. Finish University Course - Bachelor Of Games Development (2 years)
2. Go Traveling The World =) - Main Stops Are Japan & Amsterdam =D, the rest I'll figure out along the way =P
3. After Traveling For A While, Get My Career Going =)
4. Get Rich =P
5. Look 4 A Hektik Gurl =)
6. Marry Dat Hektik Gurl haha =]

and after that I dunno what I'll do, heck I don't even think that might all happen, but that's what I have in mind to do =)

Oh almost forgot...

The To 'Do' List XD

1. Leah Dizon XD

2. Misa Campo XD

I think that's about it... XD

Just hope Misa And Leah Aren't ugly when I decide to go traveling XD, fingerz crossed =)

The Final Turn To The Finish Line That Is School...

Well now that the end of school is here I honestly can't help but remember the fact, 'School's Over Soon' =(

Throughout your school life you say "Man I can't wait to finish school...Bro seriously school is so boring, wish I didn't have to come..." or something along those lines, but when you're in Year 12 and you actually are at the end of your school life, you don't want it to go.

This week is the last week I'll have school, that all of SHS '09 will have school, that every other year 12 in the state that will have school and well it's a big deal. Sure school has it's flaw of being controlled and annoyed by scary and angry teachers, but there's also the awesome time you spend with your friends, the hektik moments you have on the playground, and the all time crackups you have in English =P

I don't want to leave school behind because than it leaves behind the huge amount of time I'd spend with my friends, but I must, and with the end of school begins my life, as everyone else's does :)

So 4 Dayz Of School Left...After Those 4 Dayz I Will No Longer Be A Student In Year 12 & Neither Will My Friends And Peers...But At Least My Life Begins =)

Shout Out To Dat Hektik Gurl In Yr 10 Huiy, gonna miss ya soo soo much =)