Midnight/Early Morning Tales [Part 1]

  Bored one night, I asked my good friend to relate to me a story.

This is what he wrote…

"So there was 3 pigs right

And 3 other mafia pigs

The 3 pigs had owed the mafia pigs some money

But they didn’t want pay cuss they were fed up of the mafia pigs bullshit

So the mafia pigs hire this goon wolf name Wolfy

To do a hit on one of the pigs so the others will pay

Wolfy

Went to the 1st house

This house was made out of weed

So wolfy was like "pig you home?"

"Open de door"

Then pig was like "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin"

So wolfy was like "hear this nah you owe my boy mafia pigs some money and I’m here to collect"

Pig was like "come thru nah big man!"

So wolf huffed and puffed

And smoked the entire weed house

So the pig run and gone by his brother

The wolf now

As a mother fucker

Gone by the 2nd house

He said "pig why you run bro?"

Pig was like "idk ask your mom"

Now the 2nd house

Was built out of erm

Frozen ice cream

So wolf end up eating to house trying to get to them

And came down with a serious case of brain freeze

Which gave the 2 pigs time to run to their brothers house

So when wolf wake up he was high and his head was hurting him

So he went to the airport

Fly to Africa

Went and train with kony and his children army

And learn how to use a sniper rifle

He jump back on a plane

And went to the 3rd pig house

And was like "so pig this how it hide be, I see how it is, I try to play nice eh"

Then the pigs

Who were in the last house

Which was made out of concrete cuss the 3rd brother had a brain unlike his brothers

They was all calm and mellow

Because they had some weed left over from the 1st pig house

And they were high an shits

So wolf now went up San Fernando Mountain

And look through their window and shoot all 3 with one bullet

The end"

                                            Just for a laugh…                                                           

Related [not written; simply edited] by: Amethyst 

Gift Bags

Today was supposed to be a joyous day, filled with lots of smiles, instead it took a turn for the worse.

There are 12 months in a year. It consists of 52 weeks. Within these weeks there are 365/364 days. You choose to call one day. One day out of 365/364 days. Are the others not as important to hear my voice?

I remember once for my birthday we lit one candle on a cake and took off the lights and there they were. Fireflies. How? I have no idea how they came to be at that moment. That moment that can never be imitated. That moment that can never be erased from my memory. I wished we could have  shared more moments like those. Oh how I wish.

When you minified our relationship I was left wounded. On hearing the news of your new bundle of joy, once again I was shot down. Unable to stop the tears of betrayal I looked to my right and saw the tears in her eyes as well. If she can get the courage to move ahead so can I. “What a petty thing I wasted tears on”, I thought years later.

“You never learn”

I’ve watched you hurt me over and over. How stupid of me to think this year would be different. Such tall bars were set for you on hearing praises about you from her. It annoyed me the most when she talked about you like the past never happened. She was the bigger person in us three. She knew how to forgive. I, on the other hand, I am your blood. I have the same nasty thoughts you have.  Funny isn’t it? Though I have something you don’t anymore and that’s, Her. She taught me to be a better person than you can ever be. Hence I’ll always be happy without your presence.

The pain still strikes me on the mention of you. I can’t will away that pain. I do wish I can.

So, I apologise for hitting that ignore button on the phone on seeing your number. I apologise for not being of your kind. I apologise for not being there for you to bring me down. I apologise for taking away for freedom. Lastly, I apologise for not being the son you always wanted.

                                                                                                                                                            -Amethyst 

                                                                                                      

20 Facts About Me...

On twitter a few minutes ago and saw this "trends" thing and one of them caught my eye.

20 Facts About me...


1. I once had long hair, I chopped it off and now I regret it EVERYDAY!


2.I hate staying home when it rains. The sound the rain makes when it hits the roof, scares me o.O


3.I [internally] beat up a lot when I do bad in exams.


4.I hate when I drink too much, I vomit.


5.I can play drums.[Maybe not well, but that's what lessons are for...right? even though the teacher refuses there's lots more (y)]


6.My favorite movieS are:
 (i)A Walk to Remember
 (ii) Keith
 (iii)Kickass.
And Basically the list goes on and onnn...


7. I am easily annoyed by people.


8. I am obsessed with stationeries.


9.My favorite colours are: Purple, Green, Pink and Turquoise.


10.I can't imagine a day without seeing my friends. Well except sundays, thats MY day to snooze.


11.I've been told I am addicted to the internet.


12.I make strange noises when I'm bored or simply cause I want to.


13.I have a green basket thing-ama-bob for my stationaries and I love it <3


14.I have a "thing" for guys with long hair.


15.I want a guy who can treat me like a princess.


16.I like guys who kiss good.


17.It's a drag to go lessons but my friends make it worth while. [Hence I love them more than they can imagine!]


18.I'm KINDA' OCD, but I won't admit it.


19.A few years ago, my cousin and I got high on "blue waters". I drink OASIS now =]

20. My mum's the greatest person in the world!


Writing about my self is so queer. I took 2 weeks to compose this.

-Amethyst

                                                                                                                       

Teen Chronicles [PART 2]

“We got the part!” they jubilantly announced!

Sarah and Sarya were anxiously awaiting for the results of those part-taking in the school’s play. They both auditioned for different parts and aced it. We were all excited and decided to go over to the shack to celebrate as we munch down some junk foods. On our way we bounced into Justin and Kyla. They recently got back together, co-incidentally we haven’t seen Justin around since the alternation occurred.  We chit-chatted for a couple seconds as Sarah invited them to the shack. Surprisingly Kyla accepted and tagged along. It was like the old days when we all hanged out, with the exception of Kyla though.

As the time went by, Justin was in and out of the group. Sometimes he spoke to us and on other days he just planed ignored us. We didn’t take it to heart as we just accepted it was the girlfriend influencing it. The one innocent, charming Kyla, was now the one responsible for us losing our dear friend. Over the weeks, we all visited the theatre where the twins rehearsed for the play. Nothing but enthusiasm and fun simply came out of it. Seeing them on stage was surely a delight, and the actual play would be breath taking, I thought.

Something got into Justin’s head and he took control. We all thought it unbelievable. Throughout the school rumors speculated. There was only one way to know the truth. Confrontation. I glanced the familiar green hoodie walking along the corridor and I knew it was Justin. I dropped my bag on the ground and hurried over.

“Is it true?”

“oh, you heard too?”

“It’s all over the school you dummy, how are you tho?”

“I’m relieved. Hey isn’t the twins play this Friday?”’

“Yeah, at 7”

“Urm… you wana go with me? I really don’t want to be alone on a Friday night, break up’s are rough but staying home on a Friday night is more rough”

“Sure, why not”

We continued to walk together and catch up. We soon approach the bio lab where I left for class and Justin went ahead to music class. That evening, when I reached home I called up Thomas and the twins to inform them that I did converse with Justin and all the gossip about the Kyla and Justin’s split was true as the ozone being depleted with all the toxins in the atmosphere. They all laughed at my queer chemistry joke then after a few minutes we all said goodbye. 

As I laid in bed I thought,

”Only one more week till the play…”  

-Amethyst

Teen Chronicles [PART 1]

   TEEN CHRONICLES 

It's almost the last week of the semester as headed towards the English room for my last final.After biting my nails and eating 3/4 my eraser the words "Times up,Pencils down" echoed the room as I froze.Of course I studied however my teachers seem to make up questions that force you into writing the wrong answer. It's almost that they set the most difficult exams to MAKE you fail.Finally,the time that we've all been pining for as arrived,Summer.I walked to the lockers where I approached my fellow peers,Justin,Sarah,Sarya and Thomas.

Justin was attending the private school on a scholarship for Music & Arts.He plays his guitar whenever something was wrong but never in the eye of a stranger.Sarah and Sarya  were twins.Surprisingly,they taught us that being twins wasn't about being identical.They never really got along but loved each other neither the less.Thomas transferred to study Literature.He had a passion for old English.We all became friends about a year ago in P.E.We all despised it and got caught ditching.It landed us in detention.While doing our "time" we discovered that we enjoyed each other’s company.

Justin recently started crushing on this girl, Kyla. While she was outspoken and athletic, Justin was the opposite.He didn’t blurt it out however we caught him stealing glances of her on numerous occasions.It took a long time for the poor fellow to admit it. Kyla was nice to everyone. She’s the type of girl who will help you even if she doesn’t know you. After a couple months they became friends. Back and forth, Justin proclaimed his feelings, unfortunately Kyla wasn’t interested. In the process of rejecting him, she behaved oddly. She became a meanie! 

Despite her cold treatment, Justin continuously ran after her. Something about this girl had a lock on him. The gang and I were fed up seeing him hurt. We finally confronted him about the long overdue issue. Shock he was to realise what he was really putting himself through. He got a grip on himself n pulled himself back together. Kyla noticed that Justin’s first priority wasn’t her. Of course she got aggravated. Few weeks later after charming her way back into his life.

Was it for the better?....

[stay tuned for TC2 NEXT WEEK] 

  -Amethyst

Sense of Inferiority

Can one day pass when you don’t give your harsh opinions?

We’ve been friends since ages. I have adjusted to the person who you are, accepted your flaws, appreciated your uniqueness. However as of late something has changed. I’m not sure if you’ve always been like this or if I’m now realizing what was behind closed doors. Your so call “complements” have been somewhat bitter. Obviously you’re one of my closet friends and your excuse is that you simply want to be honest. Honesty vs. your friend’s feelings, you choose my dear…

At the beginning I accepted your sarcasm and turned a blind eye to those petty jokes. However you seem to think that just because I didn’t say anything its cause I didn’t take you on OR probably didn’t mind. I have news for you love. I DO take you on. I DO HEAR every single criticism. Finally, I DO feel a pinch in my chest every time you say your “funny remarks.” Why is it that everything I do, inferior to your liking? What’s the bigger picture that I’m not seeing! Is this suppose to make me stronger cause I’m weak?

Of course I’m weak towards you because I’m blinded by love and affection towards you. Honey, everyone has their limits. At present you’re really passing mines and pissing me off. I won’t lash out at you because that not who I am. I try my best to be the nice character in your story but you’re making it so difficult to be around you lately. Your remarks are becoming too much for me to handle. I don’t mean to come off as a brat but it’s growing into something that’s a bother towards me.

When I’m tearing it’s your job to replace that frown with a smile. It’s your place to help me make those memorable memories when we look absolutely stupid. It’s your place to run in the rain with me and say that’s what fun is. It’s your place to make me laugh at my faults and forget them while focusing on my benefits. It’s your place to build me up and not break me down day by day. I’m not perfect so stop waiting for that day to arrive.

….[sigh*] I’ll continue as nothing is wrong and continually forgive your hurtful words. Don’t blame me the day I say harsh remarks at you dearie…

 -Amethyst

...Baggage

People try their best to forget the horrible events they encountered in the past. Sadly, as time goes by reality kicks in and the incidents you thought you had “come to terms with” lashes out at you. The emotions felt are somewhat like being in a party with loud music but with a massive headache that just causes more irritability by the second.Unexpected, the curtains come up and it’s like I’m reliving those horrible moments with you in sight.

Is it my fault, then why do I feel like I am?

Is it because that constantly behind my back you whisper it, that I Am to blame but your too weak to hurt me directly. Hence you provoke me by hurting the only person I have, the only one I can trust, the only one I could probably ever love.With my world in your palms you pretend to be God and play me like a puppet.

Why must your harsh voice echo in my mind?

Even though years upon years have passed your tone of voice on that day has scared me for eternity. I wonder how you live with yourself. Getting up each morning waking up next to your “family” and thinking all’s well. You went through a rough time as well but shouldn’t you have been the bigger person to go down the right part? Who am I to judge You. For all I know I could be your reflection in time to come.  

Faking it

I get up each morning and say thanks I’m still with her and that I am her rock and she’s mine. Pretend that none of the sort had ever occurred. “It was all just a dream” I try to convince myself.

As the hot water drops on my face the memories of soaking her wounds with that same steaming water infiltrates my mind. Unfortunately, some water sneaks out from my eyes and I wipe them away.  Off to school with cloths on my back and a big fake smile that implies I’m fine.

No one knows what another person goes through because each individual is unique. They hurt differently as well as heal. However only that individual knows his/her true baggage…

 -Amethyst

Being Fear-less

Behind the charming smiles, enchanted eyes and confident amble, lies the truth. The truth to why those smiles were fake. The truth to why those eyes had to cry themselves to sleep through restless nights. The truth to it all.

The fact is she’s scared.

Scared of:

•  Not passing exams
•  Not being accepted to universities
•  Not being successful
•   Not being a daughter worth being proud of
•   Not being a good friend
•   Not being a good girlfriend
•  Not a being good enough person

Let’s face it we all have such feelings at some point in our lives. We feel that we’re not going to be good enough to withstand the curve balls life throws at us. We feel that we’re not perfect enough to be noticed. We break promises. We destroy hearts and friendships. We try and try and in the end we sometimes fail or don’t get as expected. We feel helpless at times and simply want to give it all up. 

 Look into the future and she sits in her room reflecting on the memories she wished she had. As she’s studying and thinking of the future rather than enjoying the moments of being a kid, she misses her chance. All that’s left are “what ifs”Biting her nails, panicking in the exams, twitching in the examination room, she thinks of the path that has brought her here. Oh, such a dull road.

Coming to terms that I am afraid of the upcoming years of my life, I talked to a close friend. He told me I’m an idiot. Fact is I was being and idiot. I’m a kid who needs to enjoy my life as it comes. I can plan my life, just not the entire thing. Make sense right?  Obviously I insisted I needed some form of direction for my life. His comeback was to have mini goals and once those are accomplished plan some more. 

 -Amethyst

•••Dreams Vs. Goals•••

Every morning as we lay in bed we create a mental list about the things we want to achieve at the end of the day.On average, 87% of those persons actually complete that list leaving the other 13% with a little some thing called "unfinished business"

Each person has goals and dreams which they manufacture to accomplish. Similarly,some are contented and do overcome the hurdles and are successful while others laze around waiting for a miracle.The one's who aren't as motivated like to blame "life" for their failure.Sadly,they believe life is on the opposing side and loves to throw them curve balls.When in fact they should blame themselves for their misfortune.However goals and dreams aren't the same.Shocking?

By definition A Goal is the result or achievement toward which effort is directed.In other words,when one makes an intention to gain something the end product is termed a "goal".On setting a goal one should decide what he/she really wants in the end and then work backwards in obtaining it.

A Goal should be:

1.Specific 

2.Time bound

3.Realistic

4.Measurable

5.Achievable

On the other side of the are the opposite of goals.Dreams.A Dream is a fantasy that cannot be pursued or obtained [a visionary creation of the imagination:by definition].Its not a problem to have these dreams but we must realise the fact that the chances are that they become reality are very slim.We shouldn't live our life hoping that our dreams come true.Sometimes we face the difficulty in not seeing the difference in them.We ideate that are "dreams" are goal and we fall short in achieving them leaving us aiding a wound of failure.

In a nutshell,we should have realistic dreams that lead to goals in the near future.Nothing is complete until hard work,dedication and sacrifice is made.

 -Amethyst