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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

second part of book.

(Also not edited~ If you would like to edit it for me, thats cool too ahahah ~ but enjoy! )

Chapter 2-
"Hey you guys okay back there?" In the back seat were three girls I've never seen before. One looked about my age, and the other no older then 13 and the little one ,7. As Jay continued to drive ,weaving pass the empty cars, I poised myself and talked to the scared girls behind me.
I ignored what I saw through the rear window of course and talked to them.
“Hey , um... I'm David... weird time to introduce myself I know... You guys okay?” The oldest one stuttered and said “ Hi ,I'm Chelsea, this is my younger sister Charlotte, and the little one is Samantha. We found her crying by Forest mall alone, so we picked her up... Th...thanks for ” Jay interrupted “ Yea hyung! I picked them all up and I was like ready to bone out but then I remember you hyung, and I was like oh crap I need to drive by his house to see if your there”
I looked at my friend sincerely for the first time and said “ yo... seriously though, thanks man. “ A small smirk rose out of him, and he said “ dude, I got you man, I got you “
Jay maintained a cruising speed while we rubbernecked. Looking left and right , up and down, and just using our peripherals to the max. There were no building caught on fire, nor were there any accidents, just complete silent emptiness. Just us 5 and the things behind us, which I decided to ignore out of fear. The Van swerved constantly barely escaping the empty cars that were set up as obstacles. As Jay speedily drove further into town, we managed to escape. Nothing but hundreds of vehicles reflected on my side mirrors, as I stopped my fidgeting legs to a nice and complete halt.
“Do you guys have any idea what is going on?” Chelsea asked calmly. She too was looking around, gasping at the strange things she would see in the midst of the shadows. She would always shake her head as though she didn't really see anything. Denial always hits first I was told. “ whats wrong?“ Charlotte would always say. Her sister would always reply back with a gentle smile. “ haha, nothing I just saw a cat or something , no need to worry”
Surprisingly, the little one was able to sleep through all this . Tucked up in Charlotte's jacket and her head resting on her lap. As Charlotte ran through Samantha's brownish hair , she said to jay “ I..I..Never thanked you for ...” Jay quickly raised his eyes towards the rear mirror and said “ I'm just doing what any dude with a van would have done, honestly if I had a Porsche or something I would have just left you there! Haha just messing! “
The atmosphere inside the van dimmed down to a more friendly one, but yet the worries and the confusion ached their minds.
“hey, where we going bro? “ I said . “Honestly? I don't know hyung... I think we ditched those things 20 miles ago. “ I sighed . “ keep driving then … we good on gas? Shit. We'll fill up next station if we can.”
I turned on the radio to see if anything picked up, but nothing but static shot at our ears. The same songs that was repeated over and over on the stations became something of a luxury now. Only an hour has passed, and How I dreaded the silent car drive. The silence always brought questions unanswered, and no one to discuss it with.
In the back seat, Chelsea tilted her head leaning on the window as he stared into the sky. Every breath she took left imprints of her sorrow and worries onto the window which was her canvas. I guess it was safe to say, I liked her the moment I saw her.
“chel...chelsea was it? “ Her giant almond shaped eyes, and peacock feathered eye lashes shun at my direction. She looked quite tall, slim and I have to say ,pretty damn hot. She had long silky black hair which was probably the result of an excellent shampoo product.
“ Hm?” she said. “ I don't mean to be insensitive or anything, but where are your parents... is your friends around...? I mean , what I'm trying to say is... Look , my dad was there one moment and I turned around and he was gone! “ She didn't even look surprised.
“ Was he bleeding?” I looked astonished and said “ yea! It wasn't really noticeable at first but it started to come out of his pores on top of his head... I was gone just a moment to get some paper towels but when I looked back he was gone! “ Chelsea nodded.
“And... And.. by the way! what the HELL were those things following us!?” Jay started to snicker as he turned the car into an empty gay station. The weather was getting a bit harsh as the wind was getting stronger . I noticed the wind rocking our car side to side, and it made a creepy howling noise as it nudged between the trees. Jay turned towards me and said “ I have no idea what the hell they were. I never saw one up close, but as you can tell... I didn't want to stop and ask questions. I saw these three running from them, so I told them to get the hell in! “ I didn't know what to think.
“You know what I think...?” Charlotte said depressingly. “ I think we are already dead... we just can't find our bodies...” Chelsea looked appalled. “ Charlotte! That's creepy, don't say that! We aren't dead! Sweety why would you say that ? ”
“well what do you think they are then! Or why are we the only ones alive , and where is mom and dad! And why are we stuck with those two losers!” she said screaming and waving around with a dosage of a little bit of tears. Enters the little one who has awakened ,crying loudly like a coyote on acid. “shut up! Both of you! I'm sorry sammy go back to sleep! Oh my god, just calm down. Sam, just sleep it's okay, sleep! Do something Chelsea! ” My efforts to calm those too escalated the problem to a whole new level. I just sat back in my seat and let out a great big sigh... the same loser sigh I did this morning but with a little more oomph.
“ look for the sake of not confusing ourselves to death, let's just agree they are zombies. Okay?!” I said after reaching to a conclusion. “ Oh ...Hyung, you made her cry again..” Jay said. “ oh comon! You guys were thinking it too! Don't lie! Zombies , i'm telling you! Zombies! “

.“ Damnit... Look hyung i'ma go see if I can turn on these pumps, if i'm not back just leave , no i'm kidding DON'T leave me.” Jay quickly got out of the silver Sedona and ninja walked towards the gas pumps . He started to look around and looked completely lost out of his mind. “ what the hell are you doing Jay , hurry up ! “ I said while trying to calm the kids in the backseat. “ yo Hyung, I saw them do this shit in the movies once… where they just pump the gas in … how the hell did they do that?do I cut a pipe or what?”
“wait in here...” I said. With a frustrated grunt I pushed myself out of the van, and Approached the convenience store walking towards the register. I walked right in and the temptation filled my body... then I thought , it is more of an necessity then just mere temptation. I ran back outside and told the girls to quickly help me.
“ Look , I don't know how long were gonna be stranded like this,so we're gonna need food and lots of it. Chelsea take this bag and get all the drinks in the van! Charlotte get all the beef jerkies , and bread ! You know what...Just take everything!” As they quickly started to transport the food back and forth to the trunk, I jumped over into the cash register which had the computer still activated. “ what number are we !? “
Jay screamed out “12!”
“Premium it ! Might as well bro! Haha” I grabbed all the gum, candy , and those cute little lighters into my pocket. As I excitedly looted he place, I started to feel that gut feeling again .
“you guys?...” My words went to deaf ears, they were too busy filling the car. You could tell the excitement while they picked out what they wanted to eat, and for free mind you. However, I knew we didn't have all the time in the world, that strange feeling has come about me once again.
“ you guys! Hurry! I don't feel good about this ! Hurry , lets get back on the road! “

Monday, November 29, 2010

Always safe of the road

-Always safer on the road-
( temporary title) Short story. written by : TenchiJK

Rough draft, not edited. Read at your own risk :)
(So there I was staring at my bread crust looking ceiling wondering where my life had gone. I was 23 , lost in my dreams ... I slowly ushered myself up and gave a great big loser sigh.You know, the kind losers make when they run out of steam. Yea... That sigh. I was tired , hungry and most of all bored out of my mind.
I dreaded going down stairs to face my dad, who would give me the stink eye for still living under his 'damn-ouse' he would say. Thats "house" for you normal English speakers out there. Every morning I would see him sitting on the maple table top, with stacks of magazines and new papers in front. The smell of marlboro reds permeating , the mini-snauzer barking up a storm and the T.V blazin with no body watching it. My Dad always liked the random noises it made because it would be less awkward in the house.
Since I was a child, no matter what it was we would have the T.V on in the background, like ambiance or something. It was strangely comfortable, even for me. We never really talked much you see. My mother was so busy with work , and my dad too busy being a preacher it just wasn't straight in my household.
So like every other day I woke up, dressed into my pajamas , brushed my hair and proceeded to go downstairs. I noticed the Floor creaked a little , but didn't care so much and continued to walk down stairs. However as I got half way downstairs, I started to feel my senses rile up. Call it my 6th sense, I bet we have it . My nose started to feel tingly , and my spine started to shiver . It was strange , It was like I knew the future before it happened, maybe i'm physic!
Anyways, I remember my steps became much more careful knowing something was wrong Just didn't know what. My first reaction was somewhere along the lines of me getting my ass beat by my Dad, but I was wrong. So very wrong.
The T.V that always turned to comedy , sitcoms or news was nothing but white noise. Hissing at me , making my sense even more flared up. My body knew something was wrong, you'd have to have a skin made of stone not to feel this icky feeling. Shit was real i'm telling you!
The lights were on steady , and My father was no where to be found. The seat that I saw him sit every morning was empty , and the news papers were also missing in action. Subsconsciously I picked up an clothes hanger near by, hoping I can do more damage then normal to a thief or a murderer. Idiot.
"Dad...?" I said weakly. "dad.." I said again singsonging. I almost pissed myself when I saw my dad sitting on the couch. He looked asleep , and looked ever so peaceful. My heart just sank, and felt so relieved that nothing happened to him. I dropped the hanger, and I saw the reflection of my face in the mirror near by and just laughed . " ahhh you were scared!" I said pointing at myself. I started to organize some things on the table and decided to give him a blanket to keep warm. You know, what good Sons do. However As I got near I realized he looked really sick... I mean really sick. The top of his head where he doesn't have much hair was red, boiling almost with unnoticeable amount of blood coming out his pores. At first I thought it was just sweat, it must have been. But as I further examined his head I noticed it really was blood! I started to shake my father, but he wouldn't budge .
"shit...shit..." I started to panick, and decided to go online to check out some symptoms. My hands were dribbling the mouse as I tried to go online. No connection. My panicking sky rocketed and ran for the telephone. No tone. "what the hell!? what is going on!? " I ran back to check up on my dad and he was no longer there. "dad?!" I started to yell as I crumpled the items behind me . My heart was racing, and thumping , and the racing and thumping combined to form something humanly impossible. " Oh shit I saw this in a movie once, this is not good " I said to humor myself.
This whole time I realized I never looked out the window... As I hesitantly opened the front door I started to think of scenarios of what could happen. "What if I see that giant U.F.O from Independence day? "
When I opened the door, It was completely silent. The gush of wind blasted across my face which felt more like a sting then a breeze. I grabbed the hoodie behind me and cozied up as I continued to walk like I forgot what just happened with my dad. I noticed the cars were all parked outside , which was strange because every morning the cars would be gone because they would all go to work. I was more confused then scared now, curious as the monkey him self. George.
As I put my foot into the door, I heard the engine sound I was very familiar with. The Kia Sedona. The car was filled with 3 people and my friend Jay was driving the car. Immediately my fear went away and relief came about me like I went number deuces in my pants. But it wasn't for long. " Hyung , get in the car!!! Quick! lets go!" Jay said as he abruptly braked in front of me. The people behind the car looked terrified , and whimpering . And here I stood looking oblivious to whatever was happening. "dude, what the hell is going on man, my intern.." Before I the finish "internet" , jay screamed " Hyung, we don't have time for this !! trust me get in!"
I didn't hesitate anymore, I realized now something was afoot , and I could ask questions on the safety of the road. He told the people behind him to brace themselves and he punch the accelerator. The car screeched and tilted slightly as he started to pick up speed. I sat next to him in the co-poliet seat and I looked into the side mirrors. I did a double take.
"what the F-------! ??!!" I buckled my seat belts. And looked Jay straight in the eye and said, "DRIVVVVVEEE!" The Streets were empty. The Cars were empty. The building were empty. Our whole town was empty! Except for what was behind us. )

Friday, November 26, 2010

Lets be Politically correct

Dear Readers,

lets be politically correct for one gat damn second. This is about Thanksgiving . To me, Thanksgiving is no different then the situation with blood diamonds. You know very well people in Africa die in the thousands so ladies can wear a shiny stone on their finger. Now, people KNOW this... and knowingly what do they continuously say?
"well, what can we do about it? It's not like its gonna change... No need to complain about it ... etc etc " How about Not fucking getting a diamond? No? Its too much of a tradition? Worried about people looking down on you because your rock is too small? I wonder how small the African kid who found that rock was? 50 pounds? 40 pounds? And you still have the nerve to wear it proudly?
What about Thanksgiving? Do you realize there are thousands of Native Americans who protest that day every year. Year after year. They cry out to the public to stop this horrendous holiday. Or At least Change it, or call it something else. Because, to them it is a reminder of death, and betrayal. Yet are they heard? No, you hear this shit right here " Lets not be politically correct and just enjoy our meals " A.K.A " Fuck it , lets just eat, ignore those bastards"
Honestly, I don't celebrate thanksgiving for that exact reason.I wonder this sometimes,What if ... It wasn't Native Americans, what if it was Asians, or blacks, or Hispanic people instead. Would we still turn a blind eye and continue to stuff our faces , while they continuously hurt inside? One Ignorant ass person once told me . " I have an Indian friend, and he says he doesn't mind ... " That motherfucker doesn't represent the whole gatdamn nation. And just because one person says it okay , it doesn't make it right.
It's like Celebrating Hitlers birthday or someshit... And people tell you , " Yo, do you know what this day is about ? That fool killed millions of people ! " They would say " Man, that was the past, This day doesn't mean that anymore" Yea? Then why decorate your whole damn house with swastikas, dress your kids up as Hitler, and some kids as Jews. Then eat as a family telling them its a time of giving , and feeling thankful ... While the Jewish family next door is furious at the German household for celebrated such a day.
If you don't see the similarity then your fucking blind. Turkeys, pilgrim hats, Indian feathers and etc etc . Telling kids today is about togetherness and thankfulness, while infact you know thats not what the day was about. The Native American Parents teach those kids differently... and are feeling offended year after year.
People say, why complain about it , we can't do nothing about it. Yes the fuck you can! Stop celebrating that Gatdamn holiday. Or Change the theme . Doing a little to change something is a hundred times better then Knowing, and still doing it like your oblivious to it.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

My visit to hawaii

Dear Readers,

Hawaii... Pretty damn expensive mang! lol... Though I was expecting it, but dayum~ it really is expensive. And the food quality is off by miles... I honestly thought food would be exceptional there, However we califorians are too SPOILED. Cali + NY has the best restraunts around, thats a FACT.
I Never thought I'd get tired of the beach... but yep, it happens. The beach is about 50 feet away from where I'm living at... but often times, I don't even look at the beach as I walk right past it . Its sad really, I always thought waking up to a beach horizon would be the ideal wake up. But, nah... Like all things it becomes dull. The salty ocean breeze, and humid atmosphere. Not for me .
Can't say that about my Gf however~ I truly enjoy my time with her ! Though there are few awkward moments, and times when we share our human flaws... but overall She is a very wonderful host, and the kindest person I ever met. She always tends to my uncomfort , and does my dishes, laundry and even cleans up my clumsy messes... I'm always so thankful she does it out of love, and not JUST because. I love when we cuddle and talk quietly about whatever we want too.. and through this trip we have made so many inside jokes... from mostiquitos hanging on my cargo pants, narwals, nazi bites, war on communism on my legs and plenty more that will make NO sense to any of you all.

Also, her mother has shown me nothing but kindness ... allowing me to stay at her place , eat her food, drive her car, and even let me sleep in her daughters room. To me.. this is fuckin mind boggling. Only in hawaii is this possible?
The people here is hella awesome as well~ I met this older lady who works with My gf mother... and I talked to her for about 10 minutes~ and she liked me so much, she gave me 50 dollars so I can get myself a christmas present. How sweet is that really? Of course I ended up using it all on movie, ramen, candy and some anti-itching cream ( not for my balls! I got some nasty fire ant bite by the beach).
So far so Good~ But I have to say, there is no place like home. No matter how small, or crappy your home may be... Home is always where its at. I can take a shower in peace, go to the kitty box in peace... take as much time as you fcking want without the risk of people accidentally coming in and making a commotion. Home is always craved when I'm away for a long time.
Now that the time to go home is slowly coming my way, I don't feel regret or sorrow. But a more hopeful heart. Through this visit I feel our relationship has become that much stronger, and I know it will continue to be stronger in the near future. But , I can't wait to go home and eat some shabu shabu!! XD
Also, I feel very re-charged.. and ready to tackle some youtube video mania~ And I hope you all can give me some ideas , and support me till I get somewhere XD . take care all! and its your friend , and brother Tenchijk.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Read this my Brothers and sisters and Know!

Dear Readers,

I will attempt to open your eyes about Christianity, and it many attackers. I want to reveal Satan's tricks and his disease amongst the nation. I will try to keep it simple, and straight to the point.

Many new conspiracies are coming about. Mostly about Kemet... Saying Christianity is based off Egyptian mythology, and its irrefutable similarities. I admit, as I was researching these theories I was shocked ... very shocked. Do not be mistaken, I wasn't shocked because I believed it to be true. I was shocked because how it close it LOOKED to the truth, but leaving no room to truly explain to non-believers.
To explain and defend this "conspiracy" it would take s much understanding of Our own beliefs. The Sad reality is, most Christians today have no knowledge of the bible... they are a rifle with no bullets... While there accusers are loaded with machines -guns.

The scariest part is this. True Christianity is buried underneath hundreds of false leaders, pretenders and representatives that don't really represent us at all. False Christians involved in free-masonry, illumanti, and especially the roman catholic church. Non- believers will use them as a source to condemn all true Christian. Without even us a second look, they stereotype us thinking they represent us as a whole.

There is a saying. As much as God works, Satan is right along side with him. That is the truth ladies and gentleman. Satan is always there countering God's every move. Making human beings further and further away from the truth. Truth that is buried with false-teachings that LOOK like its the truth. My father once told me what the scariest thing is this. " Things that are false , but look more true then truth itself"

The theory of Kemet is as follows. The Egyptians came up with the story of Jesus and the resurrection ... everything that we read in the bible is somewhat correspondent to the history of kemet they say. They Say Kemet was predominately a Black race , and its the Whites who took their story and made into what we believe as now as Christianity. -Now in the eyes of non-believers, this seems so correct, and evidence seems to support this theory. Only because what they are comparing too is NOT really Christianity.

They are using pagan catholicism and labeling it as "Christianity". Pictures of Mary and Jesus was supposedly Isis and her baby. The pictures look just like the ones catholics and those who falsely represent Christianity used to draw. -REAL Christians did no such art. They never regarded Mary to be a deity, or even someone close to worship. It was the pagan beliefs of Constantine who indeed stole ideas from the Egyptians, the Babylonians, and of course Greek mythology. (among other beliefs)

The catholic church killed millions of True Christians who had the true gospel, and murdered everyone who admitted to the salvation of Christ. They burned them at the stakes, TORTURED them , and mutilated women and children. Now... was this humans that did this? By all means NO! It was SATAN. He used the very essence that was supposed to SAVE us , into a weapon to kill millions. Used the Saviour himself to send millions to hell. Satan is so clever , his actions are untraceable , to the naked eye anyways.

The Inquisition. A deadly act, not of God, but by the will of Satan. It clearly says in God's words that no man shall do the work of God. Only God does his will. But yet Satan was still there , lingering around the world to make sure people use the word of God for evil, not righteousness. God Forgave all, accepted all and gave people love and embrace. While Satan, used God words to segregate the supposedly "holier" group from the supposedly more "evil" group. But this is Not God's teaching.

Now moving on to the present. The truth has been Swallowed by hundreds of years of tyranny by King Satan like I mentioned several times above. But, now that time is at it peak. It's scary times ladies and gentleman. The truth will now be COMPLETELY swallowed. Where we will have to stand firm with no evidence on our side.

We will look like FOOLS. We won't be able to open our mouths, but only have the TRUTH inside our hearts. Truth needs NO explanation. Our God above had given us the GRACE, and MERCY to believe in what we believe in. -That we are ALL equal. That we all equally were SAVED by our Lord Jesus Christ. That his Motive is non other then to save us from our wickedness, and this world of sin! That his Purpose is to send us all to Heaven, and live in his everlasting kingdom forever!

But , now that the time is NEAR. Satan is getting restless. And using all ammunition. Bombarding the nations after nations with his teachings. Non-believers are getting more evidence to support their own beliefs... that there is no God, that there is No salvation. That there is no hell. But, There IS a Hell. And Satan and the thoughts from Satan is whats keeping you away from the simple truth of God... and He will drag you to hell along with him. Hell was Not made for humans, but for Satan... but Satan will stop at no cost to take everyone he can with him.

However do not falter my sisters and brothers in Christ. Even though The road will ONLY get harder, and the roads only Steeper. Be strong we got Jesus in our hearts to guide our ways, till the end of time.
People will no longer give you credit for what you speak. If you speak the word of our lord we will be made mockery of! And Indeed we will be segregated once again! Not of COLOR, not of RACE, But because of our Belief In our GOD. Our God is NOT from the paganistic beliefs of Egyptian. Our God is not to be mistaken as a Racist. Our God is Our father in Heaven, and hallowed by THY NAME!


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Hawaii Miracle.

Dear Readers,

Life finally seems to take it easy on me. The tempest calmed down, and the sun started to glimmer across the sea. My prayer has been answered , and in the most unexpected way.

My Life has been so difficult lately, and I was seriously on my last pegs... Just ready to throw everything away and call it quits... but in the midst of all that, I remembered God. Why would he put me in this conditions... these damned situations. Why? Later on I realized it was all for my benefit. If God had blessed me sooner, would I have appreciated his works? Would I have second looked at an certain event and see it as a miracle?

Before, when I was going through difficulty, everything seemed like coincidences. Random events. But, going through hard times allowed me to see things in a different light.I Started to appreciate the little things I had in the past I took for granted. Cars I thought was cheap, and crappy was something that was out of reach now. No more bmws, or benz for me. But yet, I still rejoiced for the fact i had health and strength for the most part...

But through stress, and toils I started to lose my health and strength as well.
I couldn't sleep at night because of the worries of tomorrow. What shall I eat, how shall I proceed with this problem after the next problem.
What came after was fear. Would my life forevermore be like this? I was truly scared , and devastated .

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away I had a love one who was dying to meet me . A loved one who actually cared for me... Cried for me. Longed for me. And I too longed for her so dearly, but yet the measly things in life just kept us apart. You cannot fathom the frustration that came with that. Being so close, but unable to meet. Wanting to touch her skin, and hug her but cannot.
I kept judging myself , thinking why cannot I not even go see her... Why am I in this position of not affording the simplest of things. I was truly gone in my heart. I gave up.

Then a miracle happened. To others it might seem pathetic, and might not see it more then generosity. But, for me... it was nothing less of a miracle. A lady read my blog one day, and messaged me . I replied back with a common greeting ... which led to her wanting to support me going to Hawaii. I gladly accepted thinking it would be a modest contribution, some where along the line of 10-20 dollars. However, the next day I had just enough for a plane ticket...

I fell to my knees and prayed to God... Finally things are looking up... My life might have not changed conditionally, but this one event alone just gave me Hope! Hope, that in an instances things can change! Right now in the present things may look harsh, and it seems like it will never pass ... BUT IT DOES! It really does pass, and you see a new light! And this new light ... ladies and gentlemen is ... beautiful.

So to you, my miracle worker... Thank you. You were sent by God to get me back on my feet. A tool from God to make me walk in faith and Hope. I will never forget you and your help.
My love and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts. You helped me when I was at my lowest, so when I am at my greatest I will abundantly show you my gratitude.