WOAHHH
Guess who's back making posts on a blogging website no one in their right mind would ever take the time to read?
You're right. It's Steve from next door.
Just kidding it's-a-me! I have to say - the last post I made (4 damn years ago) made it seem that everything was all good and hunky dory and stuff. Being a born-again Christian and all? Well, the years have had their effect on me, and I am (once again) not the same person who wrote that post.
College... was fun for a while. I didn't have many friends, but the classes were interesting enough.
Then Year 2 rolled around and I felt REALLY burnt out. I took a shot at Year 3 and I had to take a semester off because I was becoming susceptible to panic attacks.
I lolled around for about 8 months or so and am now back in school. Not a whole lot went on, looking back at it now.
I am a humbler, dryer (lol), more boring kind of guy now. Some would call it maturity, but I call it having sandpaper applied around the edges of my spirit. A bit of the wild side has become tamed.
There are many things I would like to do with my life. I thought I wanted to go into film, but to be honest - just not feeling it anymore. Maybe engineering? I guess I just want to help people. See the world, offer my insights, get insights from other people.
What's stopping me? Well, a lot of things. Actually, that's bullshit. I'm just really afraid. Afraid to go out.
I am still very much a little kid inside.
I am considering coming back to this blog in order to develop my voice (in writing) again, because I am SERIOUSLY rusty. I'm struggling to write this sentence right now lol. But that's probably because it's 2 am what the hell am i doing up this late
Anyway, expect more in the future!!
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Wow I haven't seen this in forever! I'm in college now. Things have changed definitely. Reading my old posts make me feel nostalgic for youth. I sound like an old man, but I already miss my childhood. These posts are from a person that no longer exists, however. The old Zachary is gone. The new has come. I'm a born-again Christian.
I don't know if I'll post anymore on this blog, but for now I'll let it stand as a testimony to myself and to others of God's grace and mercy. Whoever reads this: please visit http://www.needgod.com/ to find out more about yourself. It won't take long. Promise!
Blessings,
Zachary
I don't know if I'll post anymore on this blog, but for now I'll let it stand as a testimony to myself and to others of God's grace and mercy. Whoever reads this: please visit http://www.needgod.com/ to find out more about yourself. It won't take long. Promise!
Blessings,
Zachary
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Another idea for a film or book!
My imagination has spurred its gears again and now I have another idea for a movie or book.
The main protagonist's girlfriend moves to New York to study. They send each other video messages every week as a means of communication. The girlfriend starts to have an affair and the protagonist sees her and another man making love in bed through an accidental video message. Then she goes completely missing. Driven mad by helplessness, the protagonist arms himself with a gun and sets out to find her and bring her back to her senses. It turns out the man she was having an affair with is involved with an illegal underage prostitution group.
Those of you who have read this will be like O_O by now. Keep in mind that I came up with this while I was depressed :p
The main protagonist's girlfriend moves to New York to study. They send each other video messages every week as a means of communication. The girlfriend starts to have an affair and the protagonist sees her and another man making love in bed through an accidental video message. Then she goes completely missing. Driven mad by helplessness, the protagonist arms himself with a gun and sets out to find her and bring her back to her senses. It turns out the man she was having an affair with is involved with an illegal underage prostitution group.
Those of you who have read this will be like O_O by now. Keep in mind that I came up with this while I was depressed :p
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Can't think of a good title for this story .....
The soldiers glanced up at the sky grimly. Looks like rain, they said to one another.
A few men were nervous. Many preparations had been made back at home for this day. They wrote their wills, trained hard for hours on end, and, if they ever died in battle, said their final farewells to their families. Many other experienced soldiers all had their battle faces on. They had seen it all, back in their day. The pain each one suffered had chiseled his heart into stone; into a heart that only Clint Eastwood can have. They no longer felt the nervousness the rookies were now feeling.
Each soldier was equipped with a wooden spear, and not just any ordinary wooden spear. Inside each spear was a lethal cylinder. When the spear was sharpened, the cylinder would be sharpened as well. The cylinder can be ground into a fine powder. After stabbing their enemies, each soldier would mark his victim with the powder, so other soldiers can be sure the enemy is dead.
When everyone was ready, the leader stepped in front of them all to give them his usual pep talk. The rookies hardly listened; their hands were covered in sweat, and their spears shaking as they trembled.
The army stepped out onto the battlefield. The clean, white, almost paper-ish landscape would soon be covered with corpses and the blood of the soldiers and of the enemies'.
The enemy army popped out of nowhere. They were surrounded!
Quickly, the soldiers went to work. One stabbed another creeping behind him. He rapidly ground the tip of his spear into the powder and messily marked his victim. Others did the same. Rinse, and repeat.
#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6 ....
To the army, the battle went on for hours, and hours. Many fell to the overwhelming weight of the enemies. Some still pressed on. Sweat dripped from their brows, staining the now-dirty paper under their feet. As the wounded lay on their backs, they closed their eyes, hoping for the battle to end quickly.
The time was 8:30 AM. The battle was drawing to a close.
Many students had already turned in their papers. Those who had not finished yet were experiencing that last rush of adrenaline, the urge to finish quickly.
I, who had also finished, yawned and lay my head to rest. The semester finals, the battle of the year, was over. For now ......
A few men were nervous. Many preparations had been made back at home for this day. They wrote their wills, trained hard for hours on end, and, if they ever died in battle, said their final farewells to their families. Many other experienced soldiers all had their battle faces on. They had seen it all, back in their day. The pain each one suffered had chiseled his heart into stone; into a heart that only Clint Eastwood can have. They no longer felt the nervousness the rookies were now feeling.
Each soldier was equipped with a wooden spear, and not just any ordinary wooden spear. Inside each spear was a lethal cylinder. When the spear was sharpened, the cylinder would be sharpened as well. The cylinder can be ground into a fine powder. After stabbing their enemies, each soldier would mark his victim with the powder, so other soldiers can be sure the enemy is dead.
When everyone was ready, the leader stepped in front of them all to give them his usual pep talk. The rookies hardly listened; their hands were covered in sweat, and their spears shaking as they trembled.
The army stepped out onto the battlefield. The clean, white, almost paper-ish landscape would soon be covered with corpses and the blood of the soldiers and of the enemies'.
The enemy army popped out of nowhere. They were surrounded!
Quickly, the soldiers went to work. One stabbed another creeping behind him. He rapidly ground the tip of his spear into the powder and messily marked his victim. Others did the same. Rinse, and repeat.
#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6 ....
To the army, the battle went on for hours, and hours. Many fell to the overwhelming weight of the enemies. Some still pressed on. Sweat dripped from their brows, staining the now-dirty paper under their feet. As the wounded lay on their backs, they closed their eyes, hoping for the battle to end quickly.
The time was 8:30 AM. The battle was drawing to a close.
Many students had already turned in their papers. Those who had not finished yet were experiencing that last rush of adrenaline, the urge to finish quickly.
I, who had also finished, yawned and lay my head to rest. The semester finals, the battle of the year, was over. For now ......
Friday, December 16, 2011
The Darkness of Animosity
The shriveled dog sharpens his teeth and nails.
His throat parched, his stomach is famished
The emaciated corpses of others are strewn around him
He stares at another glaring back at him and
they explode, shoot towards each other
Fists flail, teeth snap, jaws crunch
Their thin bodies wrestle
for that last piece of bread; that last necessity of survival
until the other is eliminated from the food chain and dies
in slow, excruciating pain
His throat parched, his stomach is famished
The emaciated corpses of others are strewn around him
He stares at another glaring back at him and
they explode, shoot towards each other
Fists flail, teeth snap, jaws crunch
Their thin bodies wrestle
for that last piece of bread; that last necessity of survival
until the other is eliminated from the food chain and dies
in slow, excruciating pain
The candle of hope is extinguished, the light of identity gone
All that remains is the animal
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Rant About Unexcused Absences from School
Hi guys. Its me again. I have a splitting headache today. So I figured it was the perfect time to let out my bad mood on today's post.
I woke up late today (around 9:15 AM) because I slept really late (4:12 AM) after finishing up my god-awful math homework. 40 problems every day. I'm NOT kidding. Its like she goes out of her way to make sure we stay tortured every day. Then again, what do you expect from a sadistic Algebra 2 Honors class?
Naturally, I thought I was screwed. I missed 2 periods: PE (who gives an ass about that class?) and English 2, my 2nd most favorite class. Fortunately, they had a substitute and only watched a movie during class, so I didn't miss much. So, I had 2 unexcused absences from school.
I called my mom and gave her the verdict. Being the understanding mom she is, she opted to call the school and excuse me from the impending doom of suspension from having more than 4 unexcused absences. She did so, but the office ladies told her that oversleeping is NOT an excuse for missing school.
Most of you will agree that oversleeping is definitely not a good enough excuse. I say, as long as the parent knows that their child missed 2 periods, what does it matter what the excuse is? The whole point of calling the office to excuse an absence is to make sure that the PARENT KNOWS that the child missed a certain number of classes. Why is oversleeping not a good enough excuse? Why do they got to be such an ass about that? To discipline us? If the child actually intended to skip out on the class, then I would understand. However, I'm talking about oversleeping, an innocent little mistake everyone makes. I say leave the disciplining to the parents, you old bags. Do your own job and help out with passing papers or whatever you do. I can't help but think that the office ladies were never children.
Maybe I'm too naive. I'll probably never understand the mechanics of running a school. What I DO know, however, is that the education system is DEFINITELY going down, just like everything else in the world. People are becoming jackasses left and right. My school is definitely one of these schools that garners the biggest number of douches ever.
Now I have 2 unexcused absences. One more and I'm history. I think I'm being overworked.
I woke up late today (around 9:15 AM) because I slept really late (4:12 AM) after finishing up my god-awful math homework. 40 problems every day. I'm NOT kidding. Its like she goes out of her way to make sure we stay tortured every day. Then again, what do you expect from a sadistic Algebra 2 Honors class?
Naturally, I thought I was screwed. I missed 2 periods: PE (who gives an ass about that class?) and English 2, my 2nd most favorite class. Fortunately, they had a substitute and only watched a movie during class, so I didn't miss much. So, I had 2 unexcused absences from school.
I called my mom and gave her the verdict. Being the understanding mom she is, she opted to call the school and excuse me from the impending doom of suspension from having more than 4 unexcused absences. She did so, but the office ladies told her that oversleeping is NOT an excuse for missing school.
Most of you will agree that oversleeping is definitely not a good enough excuse. I say, as long as the parent knows that their child missed 2 periods, what does it matter what the excuse is? The whole point of calling the office to excuse an absence is to make sure that the PARENT KNOWS that the child missed a certain number of classes. Why is oversleeping not a good enough excuse? Why do they got to be such an ass about that? To discipline us? If the child actually intended to skip out on the class, then I would understand. However, I'm talking about oversleeping, an innocent little mistake everyone makes. I say leave the disciplining to the parents, you old bags. Do your own job and help out with passing papers or whatever you do. I can't help but think that the office ladies were never children.
Maybe I'm too naive. I'll probably never understand the mechanics of running a school. What I DO know, however, is that the education system is DEFINITELY going down, just like everything else in the world. People are becoming jackasses left and right. My school is definitely one of these schools that garners the biggest number of douches ever.
Now I have 2 unexcused absences. One more and I'm history. I think I'm being overworked.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Dreams
Here's a few dreams that I had that I think would make good stories for books or movies.
1. A dictatorship government in the near future secretly kidnaps humans for testing experiments which involve fusing the humans and different machinery together. They then make them battle each other with the promise of freedom to the winner on a testing ground.
2. Aliens take over the earth and send out a green mist to exterminate all life on the planet. An unusually intelligent boy and a downer old man living with his two dogs in a trailer team up to take out the UFO in their area.
3. Before the world began, we used to live in the heaven above with God as our ruler. His best subordinate, Satan, rebels with his followers to take over the realm and overthrow God. God eventually wins the battle, but in a last desperate attempt, Satan attempts to destroy, blow up, unleash havoc, etc. on Heaven. To save us, he formed the Earth, and sent all the souls down on it while he dealt with Satan. He threw him and the rest of the fallen angels down to a realm called Hell, where he plots his next attack on mankind.
1. A dictatorship government in the near future secretly kidnaps humans for testing experiments which involve fusing the humans and different machinery together. They then make them battle each other with the promise of freedom to the winner on a testing ground.
2. Aliens take over the earth and send out a green mist to exterminate all life on the planet. An unusually intelligent boy and a downer old man living with his two dogs in a trailer team up to take out the UFO in their area.
3. Before the world began, we used to live in the heaven above with God as our ruler. His best subordinate, Satan, rebels with his followers to take over the realm and overthrow God. God eventually wins the battle, but in a last desperate attempt, Satan attempts to destroy, blow up, unleash havoc, etc. on Heaven. To save us, he formed the Earth, and sent all the souls down on it while he dealt with Satan. He threw him and the rest of the fallen angels down to a realm called Hell, where he plots his next attack on mankind.
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