Child hood friends we were. We were proud to still be friends, dear friends after all this period. Although there were many to stop us, we didn’t seem to take that as a given. We were just the few common lot that one understands the other and the need to pretend to be another was not needed.
It was difficult for us to hang as we used to, but the opportunity given would not be wasted by sitting at home surrounded by problems and problematic people. The mood was pretentious while the troubles were real. Neither of us enjoyed sticking at home with unsettled troubles burdening, when feeling helpless was the only thing that could be done. Not a good feeling, I might add.
The outings weren’t as extravagant or entertaining such as how the others ‘happenings’ would spend their times. Ours were mundane and ordinary; nonetheless it was nearly as entertaining and enjoyable knowing that not every entertainment was for everyone. We were getting old I’d say, but realizing that a peaceful untroubled outing is all that matters.
The more you know and research about the world and its people, the more chaotic you realize it is. People from before us were as complicated and troubled as we are now. I guess it all sums out by the saying, ‘life is a circle’. Well, of course if what you study or research are about evil countries, organizations and evil people. The most knowledge you gain is about their deceptions and the parts they play in turning the world to their benefits.
One would have the exact opposite knowing if he chooses to study or research about the "do gooders" and their kind I am thinking, that he would learn of how wonderful the world is and the people who inhabits it. But it normally does succumb to complications and confusions living in a time where doing good and bad come hand in hand.
I guess, what kept us together was the fact that some of us were unhappy and shared the same uneasiness or at least understands the other and also not forgetting the method of communication that doesn’t differs from others such as constant phone calls, text messages and when all fails, going to a friends place and abruptly waking their sleeping ass off was the only solution. We enjoyed it; even the person whose awakening was rather rude might have felt appreciated. Luckily enough the parents didn’t seem to make it a big issue.
I am not bragging or boasting of our friendship: it was somewhat peculiar that as people who weren’t on talking terms during the early day as we were from different groups or clans if it’s clearer to you. And becoming close friends later on was something that was not expected. I guess, I realized by that time that being at fancy places and hanging with a particular group feeling superior to the rest weren’t completely convincing. Hanging with people who constantly tried to prove that they were better than the rest of the lots was too undermining and arrogant. That was my perception then and still is.
There weren’t many of us but it often consists of nice guys who were tolerable and tolerate to each other. I was getting prepared to head home from work. It was just a normal boring day at work but since boring was always better compared to trouble, I had no complaints.
It was a wonder to know that only a few enjoyed their jobs (it could also be only my friends) but there weren’t any other way to live a normal life. I am a slave of money and the need of it controls my life. Yet, still there was always hope or in the very end, acceptance.
I heard a familiar sound coming from my phone and there was two text messages arriving almost simultaneously with almost the same message but from different people. It lighted my day, we had a plan for the night and despite the weariness I was energetic as if the day had just started. The mind plays tricks on us.
My arrival at home was normal and I somewhat felt gratified having a place to return to, in hope that I would still have a place to return to in the future. It was a scary thought: I tried not to decorate my mind with thinking of unpleasantness. There was a phone call conveying a message that I had to get ready in ten minutes time. It crushed my dream of having a brisk sleep to refrain from the weariness I felt. I got readied and after a quick shower looked outside searching for any vehicles parked outside the house. There was one and it looked rather agitated, I hurried outside and we were soon heading towards our destination but before that to another friends place. The driver was a kindhearted guy who didn’t mind the driving and the picking ups and the sending backs. I guess we all badly wanted to get off from home especially after a day worth of tiring work, with a similar way of thinking that is of rewarding thyself, not too much though, knowing limits.
It was cold outside as it was raining the car’s wipers were put on to work and was busy wiping the glass from one end to another. The sound of rain drops dropping on the roof were clear despite the noise coming out from the speakers. The road was wet hence slippery. The driver was cautioned to be careful and he abided it. Some were already sleeping in the car due to exhaustion from the day and work. The rest of us were chatting away pointlessly and would occasionally talk about useful awareness matters. But most of the time it was just the absurd jokes, sarcasm and cynical comments.
By the time we reached our destination everyone in the vehicle was awoken and was walking out of it and were told to resume their goodnight sleep in the cinema. Tickets were bought and we went on walking for a while and to the movies. It wasn’t bad neither it was good. We managed to waste a few moments with a price to pay but nonetheless, the free times , it was not spent alone.
It was already late and most of us had to wake up early in the morning, doing about the same routine and come back home exhausted. We were all seated in a friend’s vehicle and were set to go back to our living place. Everyone looked sleepy and some might even already started regretting coming along and there was a guy at the back already dozing off. The air was now quiet and the song that was aired on the radio was a tune that most of us liked and it was pleasant (it was entitled ‘I hate you then I love you’). Everything seemed perfect. The seat was cozy, the air condition was perfect, and the friends were either sleeping or their thoughts drifting somewhere only they’d know. There was complete silence for the exception of the song. I was, at the moment in the state of mind of trying to appreciate every essence and aspects of life while I could hence I was totally engulfed in my thoughts and was on the verge of sleeping.
I found myself thinking of yesterday’s night. I hung with a totally opposite crowd compared to this one and funnily enough they too were childhood and close friends.
I was picked up after work and we were off to a friend’s house nearby, it was already past midnight. The activities there too were boring but it was not bad. I remembered coming home almost at dawn thinking that I’ve spent a few hours playing a video game. I could’ve slept. The same game every time but it was always fun every single time, it was winning eleven 9. The game was so realistic that it felt almost real.
The atmosphere were cheerful and smoky, the lot had a little too many joints. And everyone was super sensitive even the ones who weren’t smoking, it could have been the effects of losing. Everyone looked worn out; after a couple more hours of playing the game and ranting pointlessly I decided that it was time to go back.
The song changed, I was aware of that but my eyes were still closed. The next song was on, I could hear my friends that were awake talking, and it was the guy from the backseat talking and the driver friend, listening to his story. He disrupted his story and started saying on how they’re going to have trouble waking up in the morning. The seat was comfortable and huge, I felt safe, I was with my close buddies, and I thought to myself that I don’t regret knowing them.
A few minutes passed, I opened my eyes to see where we at and looked at my friend who was driving and realized that he was sleeping.
I didn’t want to panic, but I was shocked. I shouted his name and shook him up as fast as I could. He opened his eyes, and took control of the vehicle. A sigh of relief I felt for a moment, but as I looked ahead there was a lorry in front and my heart stopped beating. I didn’t know about the guys at the back but flashes of thoughts passed through my head and before the next thought came across, there was the crash, a loud cracking collision.
I opened my eyes, only to hear distance footsteps walking away from me. My mind paused, so did everything else.
‘Then, what happened?’ the friend who was driving asked.
‘How, would I know, I was just telling you a story of what would happen, if you felt asleep while driving’. Reply came from the back.
It was all so confusing and chaotic. I now felt, someone pressing on to my arms and shaking me up I opened my eyes now, the friend who was driving was not driving anymore, the vehicle was stopped and I looked at him, looking at him staring at me. I looked back at him innocently and questioned him,
‘What?’
‘Get out’, was what he said and I turned around to see where I was at. I was in front of my home and was relieved to be back. I looked back in the car, twisting my back, looking for the occupants at the back, there was no one there.
I looked confused and told my friend, ‘dude you won’t believe what I dreamt about’. To my surprise he coldly said, ‘No’. I climbed down and shut the heavy door. The car drove swiftly past me.
Lousy Movie Review
Another Monday and yes, I am bored. Really bored, I have exhausted all other options such as surfing the net, watching clips from the net, listening to music, and reading, day dreaming and staring pointlessly at the papaya trees outside. I succumbed to writing.
But unlike every other complaining/ whining entry like before this particular entry would be different. Frankly speaking, I myself am tired of complaining as in for now.
Yesterday was quite hectic but I won’t go on elaborating or ranting about what I did or where I went to or how unlucky of a person I am. Yesterday was a Sunday, just felt like saying it.
What I am going to write about this time at my work place in a sunny (not the nice type of sunny) afternoon surrounded by electrical gadgets is about something I saw yesterday.
After a long hectic day of working and mending some other petty businesses I went out with a friend and to my pleasant surprise he gave me more like lend me a dvd of a movie that I badly wanted to see. He claimed that he just bought it and just finished watching it. He added that the movie was brilliant and since I was the one who recommended the movie to him I coolly asked him, “Who’s your daddy?”
The movie was about a young adult who was wrongly accused of cocaine possession which actually belonged to his dorm mate. Hence, he was expelled from school. He then decided to move to a place where football was a craze and fans were fanatic about the sport. Upon reaching his destination and greeted by his relative. He followed his relative back home and met with the other family members that he met for the first time.
Soon enough, as expected he went to a football match with a relative of his relative, to make matters simpler, his cousin. It was his first and I could tell that he was amazed by the game and the fans; I know that I’d be.
He realized that it wasn’t the game itself that mattered. Outer factors like rivalries among fans were a huge thing in the country. They hung out in a bar where only supporters from a certain club/ association would hang there. He wasn’t feeling that well after the game, the got into a fight right after the match and it was his first experience of watching a football match and getting into a fight.
The pain was no longer felt as they were all drunk and drunk. It was a way of life there. They would drink before after and perhaps in between the matches. Despite the commotions, the fights and their hooliganism, he learned something that he would have never learned in his usual mundane life. To stick to his ground and not let anyone step on him. It made him a more confident, respected, and free. Knowing that someone was watching your back and knowing that you’re protecting someone gives a person a sense of belief.
And they got into fights with other hooligans from other clubs for recognition and reputation. He soon was one of them and he loved that way of life. It wasn’t really much about football though, nothing about football skills or the game itself. It was mainly focused on the main cast and the hooligans and their lives. It showed that a person having believing in something dear to them wouldn’t mind sacrificing their lives in what they believed in.
The movie continued with more rivalries and fist fights amongst club fanatics. It was an exceptional movie I’d say and in addition to that there were no romance at all in the movie. Basically the only lady in the movie was his relative and that was all. It was nice to have seen something a little bit different than the usual ones.
Towards the end of the movie there was the usual ‘twist’ just like every other movies which stirred tension amongst the group members itself and one thing lead to another, there was more fighting and Things got more disappointing, I am guessing here.
And more towards the end of the movie the main cast learned about the consequences of being a hooligan and that there was more to life than football. But, whatever it is, the bond of friendship was strong that any consequences didn’t matter. I guess the movie in a way was about friendship and the strong bond friend’s posses and how strong it was. Over all its an exciting movie filled with action and British accent and it’s worth buying, obviously the pirated dvd 9 one.
That’s my review of the movie, I know it was poorly described and I probably didn’t convey the actual message of the movie. Well, I guess that’s the movie from my point of view and what the hell, I am killing time. I didn’t want to ruin it for some friends who might happen to watch it by telling what happens in the ending hence, I decided not to write about it.
Ill ramble more in the days to come for now it’s too hot and it’s mentally weakening. Till later.
But unlike every other complaining/ whining entry like before this particular entry would be different. Frankly speaking, I myself am tired of complaining as in for now.
Yesterday was quite hectic but I won’t go on elaborating or ranting about what I did or where I went to or how unlucky of a person I am. Yesterday was a Sunday, just felt like saying it.
What I am going to write about this time at my work place in a sunny (not the nice type of sunny) afternoon surrounded by electrical gadgets is about something I saw yesterday.
After a long hectic day of working and mending some other petty businesses I went out with a friend and to my pleasant surprise he gave me more like lend me a dvd of a movie that I badly wanted to see. He claimed that he just bought it and just finished watching it. He added that the movie was brilliant and since I was the one who recommended the movie to him I coolly asked him, “Who’s your daddy?”
The movie was about a young adult who was wrongly accused of cocaine possession which actually belonged to his dorm mate. Hence, he was expelled from school. He then decided to move to a place where football was a craze and fans were fanatic about the sport. Upon reaching his destination and greeted by his relative. He followed his relative back home and met with the other family members that he met for the first time.
Soon enough, as expected he went to a football match with a relative of his relative, to make matters simpler, his cousin. It was his first and I could tell that he was amazed by the game and the fans; I know that I’d be.
He realized that it wasn’t the game itself that mattered. Outer factors like rivalries among fans were a huge thing in the country. They hung out in a bar where only supporters from a certain club/ association would hang there. He wasn’t feeling that well after the game, the got into a fight right after the match and it was his first experience of watching a football match and getting into a fight.
The pain was no longer felt as they were all drunk and drunk. It was a way of life there. They would drink before after and perhaps in between the matches. Despite the commotions, the fights and their hooliganism, he learned something that he would have never learned in his usual mundane life. To stick to his ground and not let anyone step on him. It made him a more confident, respected, and free. Knowing that someone was watching your back and knowing that you’re protecting someone gives a person a sense of belief.
And they got into fights with other hooligans from other clubs for recognition and reputation. He soon was one of them and he loved that way of life. It wasn’t really much about football though, nothing about football skills or the game itself. It was mainly focused on the main cast and the hooligans and their lives. It showed that a person having believing in something dear to them wouldn’t mind sacrificing their lives in what they believed in.
The movie continued with more rivalries and fist fights amongst club fanatics. It was an exceptional movie I’d say and in addition to that there were no romance at all in the movie. Basically the only lady in the movie was his relative and that was all. It was nice to have seen something a little bit different than the usual ones.
Towards the end of the movie there was the usual ‘twist’ just like every other movies which stirred tension amongst the group members itself and one thing lead to another, there was more fighting and Things got more disappointing, I am guessing here.
And more towards the end of the movie the main cast learned about the consequences of being a hooligan and that there was more to life than football. But, whatever it is, the bond of friendship was strong that any consequences didn’t matter. I guess the movie in a way was about friendship and the strong bond friend’s posses and how strong it was. Over all its an exciting movie filled with action and British accent and it’s worth buying, obviously the pirated dvd 9 one.
That’s my review of the movie, I know it was poorly described and I probably didn’t convey the actual message of the movie. Well, I guess that’s the movie from my point of view and what the hell, I am killing time. I didn’t want to ruin it for some friends who might happen to watch it by telling what happens in the ending hence, I decided not to write about it.
Ill ramble more in the days to come for now it’s too hot and it’s mentally weakening. Till later.
the writer was really bored
My name is Saprol. I don’t like the way it sounds. I don’t like the way when people call my name. I wonder why my parents gave me that name. It was okay when I was little. Not anymore.
Before I start whining and elaborating with disgust about my name, ill tell a bad Israeli joke, which I read from somewhere (a book). A merchant was selling brains. He exclaimed the Arab brain was for $250 and the Jew one was $2. When asked why, the merchant answered, ‘because it’s hardly ever used’.
Unlike the other days/ nights today was much cooler and here I am sitting in my room and punching the keyboard in order to express the way I feel about my name. In hope that I would feel better later on, knowing that I’ve done something to mend the way I feel.
We had guests of my dad coming over tonight. They were about to have dinner in my house to respect my father’s invitation. They were to show up anytime soon. I had nothing to do with it, but when they all have arrived I had to go down and shake their hands, to show respect. A family and a few of his close friends were assumed to show up. I am thinking of going out to have a drink with some friends, close friends, who don’t care about my name. Friends called me Aprol, it sounds way better than Saprol. And it sounds similar to the month April. Sometimes I tell people that I was named Aprol because my mum gave birth to me in the month of April. They’d always reply, ‘that’s so weird’. Of course it was. It was a lie.
The expected guest arrived approximately half an hour or forty five minutes later than promised. It was a tradition by now. Coming late, that is. Almost everyone I knew weren’t punctual. It’s nothing new though. I am guessing they were giving their host, the people who were expecting them more time to get ready or prepare or dress or for whatever the occasion was. I could hear people’s voices talking, laughing, and almost shouting downstairs. I could hear them clearly though the door to my room was closed. I decided it was time for me to go down and shake hands and address myself to the guests. I opened the door; the voices were much louder and clearer than before. I could see people settling down on the couch from where I was standing, just outside the room.
The television was turned on upstairs, which was the hangout place for my mom and siblings. It was a place, to them, private and soothing. There were a couple of telies and other electrical gadgets, most of them were for entertainment. Some were not; they were positioned accordingly on the large wooden table which was originally meant for studying. If I am not mistaken about that, I noticed both my siblings and my mum affectionately watching a Korean show that was on at that time. I looked at them in disgust and shouted, ‘why wasn’t I informed about the show, and you’re supposed to be down entertaining the guests. Looking at my mother, ‘your father can do that, besides the dinner is all served and all they need to do is to feed themselves’. She replied then turned around continued watching the show. That was her only getaway and I wasn’t planning to ruin it. I ignored the rest of the occupants upstairs and was on my way down the stairs. Upon reaching the end of the staircase I slowed my pace and walked calmly headed towards the guests. They were all seated on the couch and were talking about something of their interest.
I saw a crowd of 10 or so. Most of the faces were familiar except for the one who brought the family. I recognized the guy but not his family. I started shaking their hands and saying hello, smiling to them as if I was welcoming them to my dad’s home. My dad introduced me, telling to his friends, ‘this is Saprol, my second child, he has grown a lot’. The little girl, who came with her family at that time, looked as if she was stopping herself from laughing. She looked at me and said, ‘Saprol’. Softly I could barely hear her, but knew she was making fun of my name. I just smiled back and continued shaking hands of the other guests. One of the men said to me, ‘Saprol, now that’s a unique name’. He was smiling as if he was amused by it. I replied, ‘oh, thank you, yes I am aware of that’. I couldn’t wait to get out from the crowd. I was used to it but wasn’t immune to it.
There was a riddle I remember a business man asked to another. Why is it that women aren’t used for cutting deals? The answer was because women give and forgive and men get and forget. Anyways, I succeeded in leaving the guests almost immediately as I said that I had something important to attend to. I excused myself and I noticed my father gesturing his guests to the dining table not so distant from where they were seating. They were making their way towards it. I was upstairs back in seconds. I climbed the wooden layered stairs swiftly and found myself standing directly in front of the T.V. the show was still on and the viewers were still there.
I didn’t quite follow the show but whenever I had the chance. I’d watch it. Mainly because of the actress who acted in it. She was attractive and there was something about the way she looked that made me judge that she wasn’t only nice on the show. And the character that she played in the show was that of a lady living in a modern world yet still was old fashioned. Something about old fashioned girls that I am practically obsessed about I think it’s because they were nicer in general. I stood there for a while watching the T.V with the rest of the family members excluding my dad. It stopped for commercial and I saw movements. Movements of people walking by, readjusting their seats and the one with power was holding the remote and started browsing the channels till the show was on back. I was still standing in front of the T.V there wasn’t any chair left for me to sit on. I made my way back to my room. Switched the light and fan on and feeling glad that I was back in my room with no one to disturb me.
I was sitting in front of my computer with a game controller in my hand. My phone rang. Its tune was of the Mac Gyver song. I thought that it was cool and since it was mine (the phone). I decided that it was cool to have that tune as a ring tone even when it’s really old and people don’t recognize it anymore. I decided on not to answer it, but after thinking twice thinking that it wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, answered it. I switched of the computer put on some clothes randomly and switched of the fan and light in the room and made my way out. I eyed the T.V one last time looking at the hot Korean chick and feeling good about it. I was downstairs and fortunately didn’t have to shake the guest’s hands because they were eating, ignoring the kids, and said to my dad that I’d be out for a while. I was out of the house and my friend was in his vehicle waiting for me to get in. I wasn’t disgusted by the name given to me for now. I decided that I’ll think of it some other time and if I am still unhappy about it. I’d change it. For now, I plan on ignoring the fact that I have a weird name and pretend as if I am contend with it.
Before I start whining and elaborating with disgust about my name, ill tell a bad Israeli joke, which I read from somewhere (a book). A merchant was selling brains. He exclaimed the Arab brain was for $250 and the Jew one was $2. When asked why, the merchant answered, ‘because it’s hardly ever used’.
Unlike the other days/ nights today was much cooler and here I am sitting in my room and punching the keyboard in order to express the way I feel about my name. In hope that I would feel better later on, knowing that I’ve done something to mend the way I feel.
We had guests of my dad coming over tonight. They were about to have dinner in my house to respect my father’s invitation. They were to show up anytime soon. I had nothing to do with it, but when they all have arrived I had to go down and shake their hands, to show respect. A family and a few of his close friends were assumed to show up. I am thinking of going out to have a drink with some friends, close friends, who don’t care about my name. Friends called me Aprol, it sounds way better than Saprol. And it sounds similar to the month April. Sometimes I tell people that I was named Aprol because my mum gave birth to me in the month of April. They’d always reply, ‘that’s so weird’. Of course it was. It was a lie.
The expected guest arrived approximately half an hour or forty five minutes later than promised. It was a tradition by now. Coming late, that is. Almost everyone I knew weren’t punctual. It’s nothing new though. I am guessing they were giving their host, the people who were expecting them more time to get ready or prepare or dress or for whatever the occasion was. I could hear people’s voices talking, laughing, and almost shouting downstairs. I could hear them clearly though the door to my room was closed. I decided it was time for me to go down and shake hands and address myself to the guests. I opened the door; the voices were much louder and clearer than before. I could see people settling down on the couch from where I was standing, just outside the room.
The television was turned on upstairs, which was the hangout place for my mom and siblings. It was a place, to them, private and soothing. There were a couple of telies and other electrical gadgets, most of them were for entertainment. Some were not; they were positioned accordingly on the large wooden table which was originally meant for studying. If I am not mistaken about that, I noticed both my siblings and my mum affectionately watching a Korean show that was on at that time. I looked at them in disgust and shouted, ‘why wasn’t I informed about the show, and you’re supposed to be down entertaining the guests. Looking at my mother, ‘your father can do that, besides the dinner is all served and all they need to do is to feed themselves’. She replied then turned around continued watching the show. That was her only getaway and I wasn’t planning to ruin it. I ignored the rest of the occupants upstairs and was on my way down the stairs. Upon reaching the end of the staircase I slowed my pace and walked calmly headed towards the guests. They were all seated on the couch and were talking about something of their interest.
I saw a crowd of 10 or so. Most of the faces were familiar except for the one who brought the family. I recognized the guy but not his family. I started shaking their hands and saying hello, smiling to them as if I was welcoming them to my dad’s home. My dad introduced me, telling to his friends, ‘this is Saprol, my second child, he has grown a lot’. The little girl, who came with her family at that time, looked as if she was stopping herself from laughing. She looked at me and said, ‘Saprol’. Softly I could barely hear her, but knew she was making fun of my name. I just smiled back and continued shaking hands of the other guests. One of the men said to me, ‘Saprol, now that’s a unique name’. He was smiling as if he was amused by it. I replied, ‘oh, thank you, yes I am aware of that’. I couldn’t wait to get out from the crowd. I was used to it but wasn’t immune to it.
There was a riddle I remember a business man asked to another. Why is it that women aren’t used for cutting deals? The answer was because women give and forgive and men get and forget. Anyways, I succeeded in leaving the guests almost immediately as I said that I had something important to attend to. I excused myself and I noticed my father gesturing his guests to the dining table not so distant from where they were seating. They were making their way towards it. I was upstairs back in seconds. I climbed the wooden layered stairs swiftly and found myself standing directly in front of the T.V. the show was still on and the viewers were still there.
I didn’t quite follow the show but whenever I had the chance. I’d watch it. Mainly because of the actress who acted in it. She was attractive and there was something about the way she looked that made me judge that she wasn’t only nice on the show. And the character that she played in the show was that of a lady living in a modern world yet still was old fashioned. Something about old fashioned girls that I am practically obsessed about I think it’s because they were nicer in general. I stood there for a while watching the T.V with the rest of the family members excluding my dad. It stopped for commercial and I saw movements. Movements of people walking by, readjusting their seats and the one with power was holding the remote and started browsing the channels till the show was on back. I was still standing in front of the T.V there wasn’t any chair left for me to sit on. I made my way back to my room. Switched the light and fan on and feeling glad that I was back in my room with no one to disturb me.
I was sitting in front of my computer with a game controller in my hand. My phone rang. Its tune was of the Mac Gyver song. I thought that it was cool and since it was mine (the phone). I decided that it was cool to have that tune as a ring tone even when it’s really old and people don’t recognize it anymore. I decided on not to answer it, but after thinking twice thinking that it wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, answered it. I switched of the computer put on some clothes randomly and switched of the fan and light in the room and made my way out. I eyed the T.V one last time looking at the hot Korean chick and feeling good about it. I was downstairs and fortunately didn’t have to shake the guest’s hands because they were eating, ignoring the kids, and said to my dad that I’d be out for a while. I was out of the house and my friend was in his vehicle waiting for me to get in. I wasn’t disgusted by the name given to me for now. I decided that I’ll think of it some other time and if I am still unhappy about it. I’d change it. For now, I plan on ignoring the fact that I have a weird name and pretend as if I am contend with it.
