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The Mosquito Slayer!

Posted in Gun Powder!! with tags , , , , , on May 14, 2013 by soul93

You must be wondering why i am so obsessed with mosquitoes, well then let it be known that the part where i live, this obsession is more of a forced one and here mosquitoes are more obsessed with the human race.

With the arrival of summers, it becomes more of an everyday business. More like a war, an ever lasting war between humans and mosquitoes. Mosquitoes leave no end in sucking our blood, torturing us and we shake all the pesticides in order to take revenge.

If the summers have taught me anything it is to fight back. Yes, fight back the mosquitoes. With my hands. I will say it out loud, without fear, oppression or vanity even…that i have turned into a mosquito slayer.

My weapon? My hands. I have killed more mosquitoes with my hands than with any mosquito repellent. And no this is not even a joke. It feels as if the silly insect comes running, or in this case, gliding towards my hands…and WHHHAPPP…they lay there inverted–dead.

I am happy. Because this gives me the confidence to believe in myself. I have the bounty of calling my self a warrior. Now just imagine how i feel.

A sole warrior in the midst of the road, sole weapon–hands…moving stealthily and sniffing, keeping a vigilant eye on the enemy, because it can attack at any time. And upon finding the enemy, striking.

Now imagine how the mosquitoes feel! They feel threatened. They feel defenseless. They feel fickle, small and fast fading. They fear the mosquito slayer, because she brings along with her the message of death and destruction.

And every day…when the evening starts to take over—-i stand there brave and strong and whisper to the surroundings….*There is no need to fear, for the mosquito slayer is here!!*'It is trueeeeee, run for your livess'

Welcoming The Summer Vacations With A Frown!

Posted in Gun Powder!! with tags , , , , on May 3, 2013 by soul93

If you know me well enough, you’ll know how much i dread the summers and how horribly i loath the vacations. And there is a valid reason for that.

Summers are,  in fact quite opposite to the fancy  of  a silly romantic poet. You see unlike they dream of summers, i actually frown at the mere acknowledgement and arrival of the summer seasons. To be perfectly honest i’d dream about the cool, snowy winters.

No i am not a depressing person, but summer is a depressing season. It is the harbinger of depression. It is hot and sweaty. There are mosquitoes. They suck your blood–all that is left inside. As if life doesn’t already.

Summer brings disease and illness. It brings heartbreak. Yes it does. In Asia, it is the depiction of what winters stand for in the rest of the world.

Summers. One does but sulk in summers. It is a season of fruits yes. But all these fruits bring also with them the fruit of idleness.

Everyone begins to hate everyone else in summers. Or at least i start hating people.

Ach! I welcome you, because i know you will come one day or another, but i don’t welcome you with any open arms, rather with a frown. Sick frown.

The Upcoming-Has-Been-Happened Zombie Apocalypse

Posted in Rage and rave on May 1, 2013 by soul93

The Irrefutable Opinion

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For anyone who doesn’t follow the news, the world ended about six months ago.  At least it was scheduled to.  On the winter solstice of the year 2012 there was a large and unintelligible hubbub regarding the end of the Mayan calendar, some interpretations calling for the end of days (or something to that effect).

Of course everyone had a different way of coping with the coming of the implosion of the world as we know it.  Some prayed.  Some went on spending sprees and engaged in orgies.  Others outfitted themselves with Kevlar suits, strapped AR15s to their backs, and wrapped a belt of hand grenades and flash-bangs around their waists, preparing for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

This, of course, was all in vain.  Not so much because the world didn’t end, but more so because, if I have learned anything from popular culture, you cannot prepare for a zombie…

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