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My name is TenchiJK, I'm a asian/american guy who has alot of different shit to say about life. Nuff said lol

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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Randomness

Dear readers,

Hey~ howdy? how are ye? I hope all is well in your lives. I know I dropped from the face of the world , and I truly apologize for those who are my fans. If you are wondering, I am doing quite well~ I am working hard on my film projects and have been involved in many shoots such as music videos and commercials. Currently I am working on a short , very amateur of course, a budget of one hundred bones... Just for food ya know?

I know many are waiting for my humble little videos, and I will deliver soon as I can. I always wondered what it is about my videos people liked... and I think i know now :) . Its that everyone needs a friend. Although many do not know me, many consider me a friend. A friend that will make them laugh, and think , and feel loved at times. A friend that can sing to you, and also put you to sleep. I am glad to be in a position to do that for people out in the world.

It always amazes me when i read mail from people from over the world. Its amazing how similar their problems are. A girl in lebanon has the same problems as the girls in georgia... Girls in korea have guy trouble just like girls in spain. Everyone, whether red, white , purple ,black, they all have the same exact inner problems. I love this about the world. We have the same problems... this is more then enough to relate. And when you relate, you can only but feel closer to your fellow man and woman.

I can barely look at my old videos, I cringe and squirm when I have to watch my videos. Lol. I guess as i'm getting older i'm becoming more and more self conscious. Beginning to see how flawed I really am... and I wonder everyday , am I worth being on the screen? What is my life really worth? Does what I say really have weight? I ask myself plenty of questions that haunt me day and night. But, you don't know how grateful I am that I can do such things. These are questions that can drive me to become a better person in life.

I'm so happy to meet new people every day . Many foreign men and women message me with their issues, and although its hard to read at times(broken english), its heart warming to see people still reaching out. To many people i'm their only source of confession. The type of stuff people confess is amazing aahahha... plenty of strange individuals with strange problems in the world .Things most people don't even worry about, people from different countries do

RANDOM THOUGHTZ

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My writing is so half assed right now ahah, i'm not even trying... Exhaustion does that to ya :> .

Every day I pray for people to sing with. People that have instruments out and just sing with me... I want to be in a musical environment... so badly.

I want to be in better shape lol... I've been so tired from shoots I don't work out... My body is getting bleeh...

I want to paint on a canvas and draw whatever comes to mind. I dream one day some french artiste' will come and look at my painting and say " ze painting is ze amaZZING" then I become instantly rich...lol

Have you ever wished one day you decide to help some old lady to her car or carry her grocery, and she says some shit like ' I have no family to name... and i have so much money , I need someone to put on my will... You helped me , so i will put your name." lol... shit... i can dream right??

Or... have you ever looked at some guy who is driving a porsche or mercedes and wanted to ask, Hey budddy~ can I have your car? ' yea sure bro, i got 10 of these in different color' Oh thanks mann~ VRRROOOOmmm...

Have you ever looked at a dog , and it tilts his head to the right and think awwww... then all of a sudden you wanna kick it in the face...? I have... i don't know why -_-''

As an asian person I am embarrassed to buy noodles or anything stereotypically asian, just to avoid the- " typical... of COURSE he would get the noodles." ugghhh fuck people ahaha.

Truth about penis size ~ it's false! ahahahha No but seriously, most likely , unless you are a porn star ... if your big, your only a little bigger then I am, if your small, your only a little smaller then I am. Thats how it is for most guys... so in all honestly, people are fighting over millimeters and cm's instead of inches. Pathetic really. Except when it comes to me, you'd be fighting over yards... My blog , fuck you ahah.

You know how they put brown paper bags over the girls face? I think thats so fucked up... and counterproductive.. why not just wear sunglasses, or those eye covering thang when you sleep. Or better yet, if the girl is THAT ugly... SMOKE up till she turns pretty.

I hate the term shallow... because if it fits your expectation it should be perfectly flat , not shallow... If she was ugly, it'd be shallow... Or Deep... cuz ugly fishes are in the deepest part of the ocean... hehe... I dunno, I personally believe you are attracted to who your attracted to. No body wakes up in the morning and force this upon themselves... they just don't. they live life, and one day see a girl.. and BOOOINNG~~~ she is amazing looking! It happens in a fraction of a second... So if someone don't find you attractive, just remember all the times you didn't find some ugly dude unattractive. most likely, to this particular guy, you are that "ugly dude". So r-lax.

I hate people who act and dress like a hipster but won't fucking admit it.. or even ACT like they know what it is. bitch please, you wearing what hipsters wear... wear it proudly or not at all.

I love watching old couples riding those two seater bicycles. I think its the cutest thing ever ahahah, especially if the old guy is a fat white guy with white hair.

I love when big ass dudes drive small ass cars... because I know they secretly think " Since I'm big and I drive a big car, people will think i'm confident enough to ride a small car, so therefore they will think I have a large dong". But truthfully, just because they are tall don't mean shat... just xl shirts, and 34-40 pants... bigger socks... So r-laxxx bitch, we all can see through ya.

I hate native americans who try to play of the "jacob" look... i think its so cheesy. be more original I say :/ .

I hate koreans who are over exalting themselves because of k-pop... Bitch, they ain't you, you ain't them. Have pride, but don't be so full of yourself to call other asians dirty. I'm tired of hearing that shit. All asians are amazing to me.

I think people should stop eating for a week every month, and see their own reflections. People have ate themselves crazy... Seriously. Stop eating so damn much. Stop blaming anything, or anyone... NO body should be eating as much as we eat now, there is NO excuse. If you find your self getting offended by this, then you obviously ate too much . Gluttony is a sin many overlook. Don't order a 3 big macs, large fries giant tube of diet coke... Even one big mac + fries + small drink = too much. How about a nice turkey sandwich with chips and lemonade? :/

I think people need to stop hogging all the damn money for themselves. We once started out equals... but now, we are all just hogging the SHIT outta the cash flow. How is it fair that some live in luxury , watching tv in high def . While some have giant stomachs filled with acid, and flies as pets. Fuck the world, and fuck the government, and fuck all the people who close their eyes to this shit.

I think people need to think more, and play less games. These fucking console games are ridiculous... You live in this virtual world filled with satanic bullshit. Occult. You no longer watch or listen to satanic media... you now experience FIRST hand the world Satan have made for you.

You know what i REALLY HATE? Dragons. When was dragons accepted as good creatures? People seem to forget the Dragon is the devil. "Dragon born" " Devil born" " You have the power of the dragon" " You have the power of the devil" ... A clever way to brainwash people to believe Satan is " good"... WAKE UP. Dragons are evil creatures that represent Satan.

It's sad.. because they make dragons so damn cool... it's true, they are awesome... they make you go, OoOOoOO~ Great beasts with wings that breath fire, AWEEESOMMEE~ but don't you see? Satan also have been described as the GREAT BEAST...CAAAAMOOONN~~~ R-Laxx

You know whats sad? Marriage! AHHAHA, what the FUCK IS THAT ABOUT? What happened to marriage? It's like completely a joke now. Let Gays marry, straight people fucked it up anyways. It's not holy, or pure... it's just a stepping stone for the divorce that will soon to follow.

Mac, is it really that good? WHHHATEVERR THE FUCK. Piece of shit macs freezes, and have no programs that are worth a damn. Fancy gadgets that shoot fireballs from left to right, but when it comes to opening a program that needs a certain program Pc has, BOOO~ it doesn't FUCKING WORK. Mac, is it really that good? Nah, it ain't. Good pc's are good. Shitty pc's are shitty. Macs are just macs...

I don't like guys who collect shoes. I think it's the silliest things.

Ah , something i wanted to add real quick. Cops. This is a problem lol. Think about this for a sec... Cops are people, just like us... yet they were trained and brainwashed for years to believe they are superior to us. That, they are different... and they are there to control the population. The truth is, they are pigs to the slaughter just like the REST of us. The people who live above the clouds hundreds of stories high don't give a SHIT about Cops or us. The sooner police realize this simple fact, our lives would be so much more free. These cops are led to believe they have power. 'just do as I order and you will be safe' This is the inner thoughts of cops who know the impeding doom. Look at these pigs with meat sticks hitting their fellow man. Just like the jewish police who beat their own people into the kill trains, so , also our cops are doing the same thing...

yada yada...

I dunno... I'll just keep writing some bullshiet... Whatevers comes to mind :) .

ah never mind, I got nothing lol .



-TenchiJK-

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Weed has ruined me.

Dear Readers,

As some of you guys know, I used to defend weed. I used to say it was the greatest thing, and it brought me countless joy. However, I want to really take this time and tell you guys the opposite. Weed is one of the scariest drug. I honestly NEVER thought this, but now I do.

I don't want to blame my whole life solely on weed, because that would be a lie. My life was my own fault, but weed definitely played a huge role in my failures.

I started smoking around 16-17, little at a time. It was exciting, and to be honest , the best time of my life. The thrill of scoring some new strain of weed, and smoking it with friends was my idea of a great time.

I ended up quitting weed for a time, because I joined the military at age 19. I really wanted to smoke , but I couldn't because of the fear of random drug tests; if I was to get caught, it would ruin me for life. Being sober had its down moments too, don't get me wrong... but i was much healthier then.

Long story short, I ended up smoking again. I made countless excuses for my smoking.

-I can't sleep
-I'm depressed, weed would make me happy.
-I don't eat so well, weed helps me eat better .
-I'm bored, it entertains me

etc etc... But what it really did was.

-Keep me awake throughout the night because things were tripping me out. Or entertaining me.
-Got more depressed, and felt so much anxiety.
-Ate more junk food, and began to get lazier.
-Kept me entertained, but when the high was over , life became that much more boring.

I hate feeling this way . I hate feeling ugly, and hate feeling so weak. I remember when i was in high-school I was so active. I wanted to run, exercise, swim, and just get healthy. I couldn't stand to see my stomach have any flabs, and would do massive amounts of sit ups. But now, I couldn't care less... and this is a problem for me.

I just wanted to take this time, and warn young individuals who want to start smoking. I can't lie and say its the worst thing ever, because its not. But, you must know, there is definitely some bullshit you will have to deal with. And if I could do it again, I would NEVER touch weed. Its surprisingly VERY addictive. I always thought I could quit ANYTIME ,but that shit was a lie. I've consciously made decisions to quit, but failed every time. Of course, many people are stronger then I am, and could defeat this addiction. But, I honestly couldn't. Most people cannot quit. It's abnormal for people to be able to just drop it.


I still think weed is an amazing plant. It does things you cannot imagine, its a fantastic plant. But, its so easy to abuse it. Its too easy to just fall into its temptation. Its like putting tuna in front of a cat , and telling the cat , just nibble on it ... and eat small portions. The cat would circle this tuna every hour, and eat all of it. NOM NOM NOM.

There are many people who would say I'm a little bitch for quitting weed. That's the weird thing i noticed about weed smokers. If anyone decides to make their life better by quitting weed, they label you as a loser for some odd reason. like your not " down" anymore. Your not fighting the "power". But fuck all that! When I'm high I become a sheep. I cannot think for myself, and i tend to just blend in with everyone else. I'm so tired of be subservient. Being sober is fighting the power.

I still believe that weed SHOULD be Legal. Only because there are many benefits that come with it. But who knows, life could be more shittier with it legal~ call it a wild card i dunno.

But anyway... I woke up this morning, and realized all the mess I've made in my apartment. Dishes piled up, stove all crusty with food I've cooked. Pieces of rice, spam, carrots, corn... and I had no idea I made this mess. Then I started to feel very self conscious... began to realize, my roommates might think I'm a slob now... ( they all smoke weed, so it makes it even harder to quit) I made a choice to distance myself from them. Not because they are bad people, but because they can function with weed, but I cannot. I tried... But I become a loser when I'm high. I'm not funny , I'm not active, I'm not musical (throats all hoarse) ... So I just become this carcass made from loser meat.

So, when I woke up this morning, I gave all my weed away , and decided to take a walk... and realized what I needed to do the most was to just quit smoking. I hope my character returns... because I miss him very much. He was much more confident, and was much more spiritual. He had a great walk with God, and he had hope, and he had motivation. Currently, I'm none of those things...

I've started to doubt the existence of God, I've lost loads of confidence, and I feel more lazy then anything else. But I write this, so that I may read this one day ... and hopefully see myself as a better person. I'm done with mary jane, and I'm starting my life a brand new.

Good bye Sticky icky, mister bubbly , purple hazy , mr kush...

-TenchiJK-

Monday, May 2, 2011

New short story

Dear readers,

This is a unedited version of a short story I am writing. I hope you enjoy~

The beast have come upon the world centuries ago. Leaving no trace of human decency, and morality. Coldness approached the hearts of mankind, love no longer in existence. Surviving in the vastness of space, where only techonology flourish, no longer any sense of truth and virtue. In the chilly presence of nothingness people are humbled as they no longer can see without looking through the manmade glass, and can longer breath the air made by God.
After the great tribulation, many were cursed with the diease only known as " Black hearts". A complete loss of moral judgement, truth , honor and all of the virtues once known to man kind. Many have turned against brother, and murder their own kinds in the name of the beast in which they helplessly served. Only a handful of people were spared only to be sent out into the vastness of the empty universe. In crafts designed by men, using the techonology of old, they were sent across space to find life forms to help our cause. None was found.

Centuries later, our quest for life have failed us over and over again. Life was indeed truly special, and was no accident. As evident it may be, we still searched , only to be spat out into more darkness. It was only two centuries ago when we have ceased the search and began to build a new civilization . We aquired ungodly machines to play god's ourselves. Creating worlds , only micmicking what our world once was. Foolishly the scientist aboard the ship " The Corinthians V" , decided to add human testing into their agenda, and sent their first crew 15 years ago. None survived.

The air they breath was not enough to sustain the fragility of man. They tested countlessly , killing men by the thousands, trying to find a suitable place for the rest of the population. They chose the "pure ones" for their testing, men and women with the blood closest to the blood line of adam II. Adam II, the last man to be born with the breath of life as they call it... The people to come after him, were made. Made not from God, but rather from the wicked hands of Man. The naturals, they were also called, lived only as rebels, going against the population merely to survive and escape the definite doom of the terraforming projects known as "N. B" (new babylon). The company in charge of the masses were known as "The Ten". Made up of ten elders who have direct blood lines to the last ten elders on earth who once served the beast. Many who refused to believe were deemed traitors and were branded with the mark of seven. Now thriving as a independant force known solely as the " Kings".

I am one of the last , the patriot of life, the soldier in the mist of demons, and a righteous born man. The last king , buried in my own flesh , spirtually reborn into a place of sinners , and holding true to the message of our one true king. We will fight , we will thrive and we will have salvation. Captian Saul Nezzar out.




CHAPTER ONE- THE Servi Dei.

Its been 12 years since the last time I've seen earth. Only in digital image, is it worth a sight. The colors , just astounding. What is it now? Just an unfortunate mess, floating next to its worthless neighbors mars and venus. Sitting in this passenger transport reminds me of the good old days in " F-court ". Childern playing freely in the open field, tripping and falling on the metal floors ribbed with holes and bumps. The artificial sky to keep the childerns obvlious to the fact that they were actually playing inside a metal ball. I never had the pleasure of those lies, I had to face the truth since i was able to comprehend the world of shit i was born into. My father was never the soft type to ease me into the reality of things, what is was what was. Living up to his expectation was damn near impossible, So i never even tried. I was a nezzar... they had so much expectations of me, only to be dissapointed by my lack of strive. Well, here I am, looking for work in the very place I swore I would never return. These people dieased with the B.H, nasty little creature they are, dreadful.
' Entering earths atmosphere in aprox. 30 secs, please stay inside the cabin at all times, thank you'
I hate this part. The way it makes me feel... no matter how many times I enter atmo, i just can't get used to it. I also hate her robotic voice... I used to remmeber hating the humanoid ones back in 2202 , but now its not even remotely human. Everything on earth is robotic now , the voices, the movements, hell even the damn food taste robototic if that even makes sense. I remmeber going down to eat at Samuels the while back, found me metal bolts in my soup , probably from loose parts. Hell, at least on earth they have the good stuff... being as Good is no longer a part of the dictionary in this part of the universe. So take good lightly when I say it, it just means the rest of the universe is dispictable.
' Please be seated, entering Africas Dock , please take all personal belongings , thank you '
Like I said, robotic. sick of it.

Would you smell that? The smell of dead things... smalls things big things. Just things all around. Smells likes life. I guess if you get down to it, i'd say it smells a bit like shit. But hey , who am I to judge... I lived on a big metal ball most of my life. Place called F-court... One of thousand courts, floating out unnaturally in space cause big boss man thinks its cool to live out here. I suppose it is better then living down here, where people are infected by the black hearts. Luckily for me, its not contagious, you neither born with it or not. I'm not quite sure how it was spread, but rumors has it , it was spread during the great tribulation back when the earth was nice and shiny. But hell, its beyond repair now.
This place is more of a dump then I remmeber... I came here when I was about ten thinking can this place get any worse, just slapped my self mentally with this one. Look at this place... Got people looking raggity , eyes drooping like owls, and people selling shit no body needs. What am I going to do with a vaccum, gun is it?
I'll ask, hold on. " Sir what is this right here? " -ha, did you see the way he looked at me, all angry like. I can tell by the garbage thread is he wearing, business ain't doing well, that is for damn sure.
"sir... what pray tell is this beautiful machinery you got here."
"boys ain't buying, den git yer sorry hide bout my face!" time to move along, it will remain a mystery, this vaccum, gun , thing of life.
Life must be wonderful here in Africas , wonderful people, wonderful sights, hell this place is just for me. Lets see, we got , duck flesh hanging about in the stalls near by . Roads , bits and pieces of cement and little remenace of the streets of the old. Pretty interesting how they took the yellow dashes , and put stalls in each one. I could really do without the flickering lights above though, zoning in and out, getting brighter and darker. Orange was never my favorite color. They also added modified generators near those lights making all kinds of annoyance, didn't know they still had them. RJ 17 should be tossed inthe trash and replaced with the much quieter RJ22's...but hey , this ain't the courts, its earth.
People are staring at me. Strange looks, As if they see me only as food or something. Something about them is uneasy, they have this yearning to escape a prison of their own mind and flesh. But for mind dead folk, they sure do make a lot of noise. English at its worse I tell ya.
"Gat yer mees! Ya hungrey , i Kan Jell!" That lady is dressed like a whore I remmeber back in Uni. Court. If you never been to Uni. Court then might I tell ya. It was the worst court there was. Criminals, whores, idolatrous,and adultrous folks were admist there. The way they dress is not far from people, i use that term loosely, from this God forsaken place. " No, no miss... No meat for me, thank you"

Traveling on, i can notice the smell is getting to me. Never cried once in my life, but today seems like a good day to. Not because i'm sad, but hell... I am physicaly incapable of stopping my eyes from tearing up. Sour. Putrid meat. A perfect combination of diasatrious abomination known as the smell I currently am smelling.
Feet muddy, and body a aching, I find myself lost in this port of harbor. I was told I would meet someone here to get me a job I applied back in F-court. It's usually a simple process. Young men like me who earn there workmanship license get tested in various aptitudes, score high and you get sent into the Military, flying state of art ships or carry cargo. Score even higher they send you on expedition to further "our" empire, who knows what they do with no real law and all . Score low, and you get sent here , back to earth to harvest soils and other materials to extract them into new fuel energies. Yet here I wait, in the dangers all alone with a one way ticket to hell.

An hour has past, and that "mees" is looking less disgusting. Don't get me wrong , I still wouldn't touch it with my tongue, but my stomach would shamefully close it's eyes one time today.

I was wrong for before, I judged much too quickly. There are actually dirty and disgusting people here, but there are also monstrous people here as well. I don't get why they do that to themselves...self mutalation must be the on going fashion here, and look at where he pierced that, a spear? where is he, this is ridiculous. John Nezzer log off.


I woke up today cold as shit. The only place warm enough is now Africas, once a country proud of its heat and desert. It's now one of few places that can support some human life, other places drop to the tempetures my body wouldn't want to venture. Further out, I heard of rumors of more civilized life... But like with all techonology flourishing areas, there is bound to be a power hungry , sadistic, ruler that treat everyone of his subjects like slaves in bondage. Tis be true of all of Earth now.
Africas Dock, and this part of the nation is governed by no one. An Anarchy of some kind, but I'm convinced there is a ruler, just not present in the eyes of it's subject. Perhaps for the best.
I ended up trying one of the "mees" last night... shameful, disgusting, but suprisingly nasty. Later that night I met up with my corrospendant, who in return gave me no such apology, and demanded I show him my papers. After contemplating whether I should punch him in the face, I couldn't dread another stay here in the docks , and be tempted to eat mees again. I gave him the papers.
" What the hell took you so long!? I landed 7 hours ago! " I said furious out of my mind, shaking a bit from the cold as well.
The tall, brown coated, brown bearded man stared at me with indifferent eyes and picked his teeth. He continued to look at my papers, unimpressed, unethusiastic, and unfriendly like. He offended me. " hey, I'm talking at you! I said -" He cut me off. " Go down this here road till you find site B-14, you'll find Sertious I.I , insert your number there and get to work." He then turned his back towards me, exposing his long curly , feathered hair. He was dressed like a gentelman who failed to become one, a man who had no class, but wished for it. " Hey! Don't you turn you back on me!" I said bellowing out from the pit of my stomach. " I asked you before, why were you late! Where is my apology God damnit! " He kept his back hunched and continue to walk holding his arms under his armpits to fight the cold winds. I chased him and grabbed his coat , only to reveal he wasn't human at all. When i took his jacket off, On top of his shoulder was an anatomy made from steel with the name Sertious 1.2 . "shit..." I thought. I gently put back his coat, and it continued to walk shivering in the cold. " what the hell... why is the robot cold?"
Anyway, I ended up in a town near by , and indeed met up with Sertious 1.1 , who took my numbers and spat out even more numbers so I can get housed and stationed in the work house. After a short orientation, screams and warnings, I placed my belongs in my bunk and rested my head till morning when my shift begins. As the instructions were robotic as well, my attention was far from it, and found myself at a loss for tomorrow...
I looked up at the metal casing of a ceiling, and started counting the rivets, and engravings of previous worker bees such as myself. Wondeful penmenship, the lot of them. Beautiful poems of life and freedom, you know, the typical. " Down with the machines, Kings independant!" One was written. I had 4 other men asleep near by . Never got to speak with any of them, but they look like a friendly group...yea , was with them all day and haven't said the simplest of things, a hello. Great people. just great. John Nezzer Log off.


Woke up with - ' Work will comence in 15 mins, locking cabin doors, airlock intitated. Stay situated. Work will commence in 15 mins. '
I hurried and dressed into the uniform they had prepared. As I expected, hand me down. Had holes in this thing like morse code, or if rats had their way with it, sexually. My fellow room mates yawning dressed into theirs as well, quickly grabbing their gears. Laser tools, helmets with virtual imagining and some tools on what seemed like a utility belt. I found myself lacking in alot of the tools they had, maybe empty holtsers. I wasn't suprised in this heap.
"where are we going?" I asked the room. " Shut it kid " My eyes became large like the godamn lions from those geographic text books. "What the fu-" I got interrupted by the intercom.
' Warning, Cabin C-19, breach. C-19 breach. warning' . An alarm went off louder then the street of Africas Dock, and heard clamours and rustling of feet outside my cabin walls. I could not see anything, but I was damn sure someone was going to get shot, it had one of those atmosphere.
"Damn... another one this week..." Said the older male in the corner looking down. " I can't believe they got Sama , and Derekees bunk." Said the other close to him. I looked at them beweildered, " what do you mean another one this week? " I panicked, I was well aware they meant they died, but I wasn't sure why. In my mind I scenarionized some escape plan gone sour, and they killed them for it. But I wasn't sure, So I asked knowing I would be ignored. " what happened!? "
"just shut it new guy , just get your gear ready." Before I had a chance to react, the Cabin shaked violently. And Sounds of gears were heard throughout. Screeching, and pinching of metal gears bursted throughout our cabins. And even the more seasoned workers grinned alittle while our cabin B-14 lifted up , then traveled downward to the core of the earth. The room we were in was spaceous enough only to elude the title a prison cell. But it only escapes the definition. It was a prison, with 4 inmates, and one toliet. Where the feces and our man juice went is a mystery, and never asked. Wouldn't get an Answer anyway.

Moments laters, I heard a large hiss, and some clunks. I was sure we were in the core now, but strangely enough I heard sounds of rain. It started out tricklingly, but started to pour faster and faster , louder even. I've never heard rain before in my life, only the simulated ones back in F-court. It was amazing... amazing even still in the core. " where is that sound coming from?" I asked hoping for a real answer. The older male replied suprisingly kind "Something about ice melting in the other countries, It melts and drips down here from the other core entrances. That's about all we need to know" That made sense. " Kid, you know what that means right? Its only a matter of time before we get flooded in here, where do you think all this water goes? " shit. He was right, where does it all go? ' Flood gate 6 and 9 locked, bypassing systems , flood gate 5- 7 opened '
"the hell is going on?!" I said panicking. It was frightening to tell you the truth. The moment the door crashed open, I saw mass havoc. People from all different races, color, gender, just everyone I tell you was gathered in this crowd square. There inside a cavern like area, gluttered to the brim with water , was 4 towers on each corner. The sertius bots were stationed there keeping their electronic eye stationed on none other then us. Like slaves in the jungle, we were then told to march. Marching in the metallic floor dripping with water , the musty mud, and steaming from various heat spots wasn't the hardest part of the journey to work. But the work it self.
We were guided into narrow spikes which then sepperated into multiple different paths, and believe when I tell you, the road, is slippery. From far away you can see thousands of people tripping, and falling, grabbing and holding. It looked almost like trench warfare, without the trenches and plenty of rain. Many were bare-footed, and many dieases were a-foot. no pun intended. Grabbing onto my helmet I charged forward, fighting the rain size of tennis balls, and fighting the burning in my thighs. My eyes were getting slightly burnt.
"My eyes burn! Is this normal?!" I yelled fighting the noise around me. " get used to it kid, you think this water is pure? word of advice, don't drink it" I looked at him astonished " you telling me this just now!?" I was beginining to get fear inside my heart. I felt even more alone then when I was at the courts. At least then , I had, no actually I had no friends. Same shit I suppose.

The pouring rain continued, but as we traveled miles into our station, other B-bunk members were there waiting for us. We were their relief, and were here to switch off with them. Some who were good friends discussed what needed to be done, and some traded tools, and goods that might be needed that day . I just stood there like a stomp of a tree , sticking out like a sore thumb, hey look at me i'm new! " Hey whos the new guy!?" shouted , i'm guessing the foreman. " Hes a no body" He shrugged off the rain water from his shoulders, and walked off to work. " is everyone dickish around here!?" Fell into deaf ears.

"Okay listen kid, i fyou want to survive down here, keep our head down and your tools up! Just dig, when you find something shiny you scream , Found something boss! You got that?! Other then that , we have chow mid day and once when your inside your cabin. If you need to piss, there plenty of rain , pissin your pants for all I care. There is no breaks other then a 5 min smoke break, so if you don't smoke , too fucking bad. Now take this Goddamn tool and dig!"
At least he was informative. I looked at the tools in front of me. It was some kind of laser tool made from the same companys that shit out those Sertious models. S90, serial number scratched off. Not that it really matters anyway. I pressed the trigger only to get sparks of failure. No matter how much I pressed, the laser would not ignite. "boss! tool malfunction! "
The 250 pound man, gritty to the teeth came rushing pissed off. " Gatdamnit! Whats your name! " He grabbed my uniform looking for a name kind of sometime. Pushing me back he said , " give me your damn tool you piece of meat. " He started to tinker with it, and added some parts he had in his pocket. " you nezzers boy!? Ha, hey! this is nezzers boy! " I was suprised he knew my family, i was hopeful. A old, and battle torn man creeped up on me and said " you know dem nezzers killed thousands of us , I should gut you right here boy! " The foreman grabbed him with one hand and tossed him like a rag-doll " Get back to your corner before I break your hips old man, I'm not fond of the boy , but you gonna do his work!? Get back to work. "
"ha, a Nezzer, here in the core, ha! " He walked off laughing. At least my tool was fixed.

The S90 had a striking reach of 3 inches, so it was no weapon that for sure. I slowly broke away metallic stones of iron and nickel, and various minerals I never learned in school. A gruelsome day passed, and never once did I call the boss. Other veterans called him every hour or so, with something shiny , and were rewarded with a simple 'good job'. You can keep your petty compliments, just feed me, I thought.
After work we followed the same slippery slope, down the same muddy road to our cabins. Near our Cabins, amongst the group of people gathered like ants swarming a picnic ,laid lines of radiation-removal showers, and had places to clean our gear. It was all in pathethic shape, Rusty, squeaky , typical machinery for us slave folk. First day of work, and I still didn't catch any of their names, I regret coming here to Africus, regreting it all the more. John Nezzer out.


' Work will comence in 15 mins, locking cabin doors, airlock intitated. Stay situated. Work will commence in 15 mins. ' I groaned, and woke up from a sleep that was felt shorter then climax during intercourse. My body ached far beyond belief, as if ants were crawling up and down my muscles nibbling each and every fiber. Ripping it thread by thread, leaving it to dry in the sun, only to be buried in sand. My shoulders especially burned and throbbed ,almost screaming to be punched. Greater pain to dull the lesser pain if you will... My bed was mildly soaked from yesterday as I forgot to dry my clothes before sleeping, too tired, too lazy and now I pay for it with frustrating,sticky and icky piece of shit of a BED! === ' Lock down , lock down '====
A loud hiss was heard outside our cabin, and clamps locked every single one in a sequence, one after another. The loud bangs echoed throughout the metallic cabin, giving us a bellowing feeling in our stomachs. "Hey whats the lock down for?" I asked curiously as the alarms increased in intensity.
"Lets just say , you don't know what to know what else is down there in the core" My eyes widden. There is more shit I need to look forward to down there? Oh fabulous.
"hey , hey you ,what is down there...- matter of fact i'm sick of all this, What manner of people don't even introduce themselves! Why make it more awkward then it is!? " The room turned a blind eye and the room became silent. I became hesitant, and frustrated being in a room full of grown ass men , which I knew nothing off, and all refused to give me their names.
" I don't give a rat's ass about a Lock down, the longer it is , the longer I get to sleep." groaned one , and laid back down on his bed.
The younger of the four approached me as I grumply packed my gear. " Hey s-s-sorry b-bout that , mm-my name is Rodger, r-rodger, c-c-all me r-rabbit, they all do." He was a boy in his 20's , scrawny , wore glasses,cracked mostly , and seemed likely to be kind hearted fool. It was appreciated indeed, I just didn't show it.
" Bout time some one in the room introduced themselves!" I said loudly making sure they got my message. Then from the corner the older gent I talked to before stood up with his arms gently placed on his stomach " Don't take it too personal kid, we don't like to get to know new people 'ere. They don't last very long . This place changes folks... Don't know what much help it be, but names Solomon, that handsome looking fellow with the big fucking mouth is Fravu , and that mysterious one over there is Sand. You already met Rodger, I best you stay away from him, he will drill your ears with extra syllables you don't need. And you're John Nezzer...we heard" Solomon made an effortless boy, clearly despising me, and laid back down on his bed with his hat covering his eyes.
I tipped my invisble hat to the lot of them. Although we only exchanged names, My worries decipated.
"Nezzer... You Sauls boy?" sand whispered with his deep , accent filled voice. "How the hell do you know my father!" I rushed over to sand, a dark skinned persian engraved with mystical tatoos all over his body. His neck boasted a design of an ancient bird, with scriptures intertwining the birds neck and wings. He had a vicious scar from his left ear to his lower adam's apple. And something about his eyes told me, he killed many men before and felt no ounce of sorrow. Perhaps he did, feel sorrow that is, but his face was hard to read like the ever changing sands of the desert.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

hello , it's been a while :)

Dear readers,

How have you all been? Good I hope. Wow , I think this is the longest time I went without writing, or making videos and such. Kinda strange, but liberating at the same time. I've been busy with college prep stuff, and just looking at apartments. Pretty exciting , all this. Going back to school, meeting new people, moving to a new place... it just feels like I got an extra jump start on my life. For the longest time I felt stuck. Unable to make a decision in my life, what to do , where to go. But , I think for the most part I've chosen a path laid out for me by God. I think my mission in life is to become a director. Using the talents God gave me to portray his message through media. I always talk about the negativity of the media today , so why not, I, be a force to be reckon with? Why not I use this very negative media and make it positive.
Although many times I doubt my decision, and get really nervous at the obstacles laid out for me. So many people will be against me, and I might be a starving artist in the future ahah, but all in all, I believe God will lead me perfectly. And you will one day get to see my work in the big screens, and many lives will be changed. I think Youtube has trained me alot... how to deal with people, what people want, how they behave to certain things. I know its not much experience, but I hope it is enough to give me a grasp in life.

The question I received quite often was, will I be back. My answer is , probably . But I don't know how soon... I feel at a lost with youtube. I can't show my face on there any more... just doesn't feel right. But when I get the courage to do so , I will do so .

I just wanted to say thank you for all the support you've given me so far, and I hope I can make you all proud with the things I do in the future. I hope to live a wonderful life, and hope I can make a difference with the things I do. Once again thank you , and I'll see you all , when I see you .Much love, and take care of yourselves.


Your Asian friend,

TenchiJK

Friday, April 1, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Thought

What if... just what if... IF was THAT. and THAT was THIS. AND this was where. And where was , hold on one second * smokes* ahaha just playing.

sup readers. How does it? Does it well? These days I feel a sense of ... freedom. A pounce in my step, and little jerk for the motion, and a little pull for the leverage. Why? exercise. Jogging. Eating healthy, which a lot of people are doing wrong now a days. <--- so true lol. >. >

I think a lot in my life... obviously. But, I think its a wonderful thing to do. I feel no hindrance in my life to think extra then most people are comfortable with. I like to challenge everything I see, with just cause of course. And only things that strike me initially as odd.

For example, in my daily life, I just live ... breathing, eating, semi-breeding (lol), or rather the ACT of breeding ahah. Then something would call out my name and say, "hey look at me! i'm fucking weird! " Then I take my time and observe, within seconds I realize, YES , you are Weird... I must know more about you my friend. Then my research begins ... And what I find in the journey is pretty damn intriguing, and exciting all together.

The things I find is sometimes very mundane, while other times it's mind blowing. Of course I don't hit jack pot all the time, but when that triple seven lands, boy do I have a mind orgasm. Now, I try my best to explain to the world my findings, but due to the cynical nature of the world, they will refuse what I spout... and that is fine by me :). I know i'm not always right, but what I know is right, is to challenge the minds of those who have been sleeping. One day, we shall see a resolution... and it will be God who will be victorious, not the evil soldiers of Satan . Till that day, I will be your host, and will provide you with truth and laughter . Much love from mister tenchi jk, aiko and the unknown cheetah baby. Till next time , bye byee~

-TenchiJk-

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hello, lets talk of heaven

Dear Reader,

Sometimes, I wish I could be a cat. Or just a bird ... If I had to choose I'd be an owl . I don't know... many people feel being human is so great. I beg to differ. We are confined in a prison, with rules made by other men, who called it their own land because their flag reached it first. Why do we live in a society where we are told how to act, think, dress and even believe. We have false leaders who promise a better day, yet we remain the same or slowly decline. We have neighbors who smile but carry a giant knife behind their back waiting for the opportune moment to strike. If we were birds our only concern would be to soar through the sky, eat the food the world provides, and live in such a balance we can never imagine as human beings. Why do we as humans destroy everything we touch? It's so disgusting to see... and the worst part is , we worry too much about our own life to even care for anything else. Our heart doesn't have any room left for fickle desires to help the world. Perhaps Heaven is different. Much different. A place were there is perfect balance... Soaring through the heavens... Imagine what heaven would be like.
This empty space, filled with gas giants and planets a like may just be the tip of the ice berg. Perhaps heaven is beyond what we can even perceive. Just like how to an ant, the beach is the equivalence to the universe. The ant could never see the ocean for what it is, they are much to small for that... but imagine if heaven is the same way... if we were big enough, we might see the whole picture. A brand new ocean, a brand new world... what if the universe is merely just molecules for a simple rock in heaven...
The greatest part of heaven would be the changed people. The thing people enjoy the most in this world is the company of good people. You can be in paradise, but if you don't have people to share it with , it isn't the same... So heaven, like wise. Imagine heaven is a wondrous place, beyond belief, but you have no one to meet to talk to. Sounds like a beautiful hell to me.
So... The greatest aspect of heaven would be that it would be filled with wonderous people. People of all ages... who will look at you as their own brother. They will have no malicious intent, and would have nothing but love for you, and you them. They would freely tell you their stories, and you would freely listen and enjoy it dearly. Imagine the soft talks you would have with a person in jesus' time. Listening to their testimonies , and their trials and how they overcame them. And those who have been there for a longer time would show you the tricks of heaven lol. And the things you discover in heaven would be endless... each and everytime you would be amazed... and filled with utter amazement and wonder. First they show you flight... Flying in the sky at will. Then swimming to the depth of the ocean filled with wondrous animals God created for his own personal collection. Who knows. I long for heaven... I am so thankful our father in Heaven do not look at my good deeds, but rather in the faith in Christ a lone. I hope to see you brothers and sisters in Heaven one day, and If I am to go first, I will learn all the cool tricks and teach you all :).