Tuesday 25 February 2014
WRITING: Sunday Funday
Monday 24 February 2014
WRITING: The Candy Crush Struggle
I'm currently on level 242. Maybe I'll pass it by the time this post is published. I'm writing this on my bed at four in the morning. Sleep has failed me and I'm waiting on my next life....the struggle.
Today, I'd like to share with you my Candy Crush story. Did you know that you can cheat your way to getting lives without waiting? It's easy actually. All you have to do is adjust the time on your device and voila, you have yourself a life without the wait.
I just shared with you a little secret but please do be cautious on how you use it. All in all, Candy Crush had 400 levels. At least that's what I got when I googled "how many levels are in Candy Crush?". I like to think I would have been in the 300s or somewhere closer if I hadn't been cheating.
Thing is, I got hooked in adjusting my time. I'd put my time ahead and get lives without having to go through the wait. I didn't just end there. I did the same with my quests. I don't like to link my game to Facebook because enjoy playing the quests.
So, one day I just happened to play three quests in a period of about two hours. If you play the game, you'll realise that's crazy. Upon completion of a quest, you have to wait exactly 24 hours before you can play the next one. But no, I was too cool to wait. Sadly, I that time adjusting had gotten to my game. When I opened the app to play it, I found that my game had been restarted. Believe me when I say this, I was so bummed. I can't remember what level I was in at the time though.
The Candy Crush struggle is real people. My little mishap put me in quite a mood. Imagine, a game got me down! Anyway, that's the past. Now it's time to look forward to the future.
I have told myself that come rain or sunshine, I am going to finish Candy Crush. I'm sure it will take me a while but this is something I don't plan on quiting. I'm an over comer, lol.
Saturday 22 February 2014
WRITING: Are You Living Or Existing?
Look who's back for the third time today, me. Well well well. What do I have up my sleeves this time around? Looking at the title of this post, I'm sure you have an idea of what I'm going to talk about. Just a forewarning, I'll make quite a few references in this post. Okay, let's do this.
Living doesn't necessarily mean doing the impossible. No. Living to me is enjoying life like I said before. It could be on your own or with people preferably with those you love. When you live, you make memories. When you exist, there is nothing to remember. Every day and every minute is another chance to live.
Many times I find myself existing and I do ask myself why? No lie, this holiday has been quite enjoyable for me. I refused to exist. I made memories. Some awesome and some that make me cringe at the though of them but hey! That's all part of living.
Yesterday, I was about to be a kill joy. My friends wanted to go out and that "matter element" got to me. Thank God I eventually did go out with them. We left at around 11 PM and had a "late" dinner then headed off for some drinks. I loved it. I felt free. I was on a high even before taking anything I embraced my inner child and even danced on the street. Yup, you read right I danced on the street.
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| Me 21/02/2014 |
In the end, you're going to have to answer yourself. Did you live or simply exist. Years from now you'll look back and wonder what exactly you had done in your younger years. Where are your memories? Where are your stories to tell?
WRITING: The Hustle
What's up? Eh, I said that in my head and aloud too. It didn't come out to good. Hey everyone. It's me, Poniso, you not so frequent blogger. I'm still working on my consistency. No lie, I've been super lazy of late and I don't like it. I guess that's what inspired this blog post.
Shall I begin? Well, for those of you who don't know I'm a university student doing my second year. So, I have no job but I thought it's high time I got myself one. I applied for a job and I'm waiting on an interview and from there I'll see what happens. Pray for a sister ;)
You might be wondering why I'm only looking for a job now when I've been living without one for two years already. Well, dear readers, let me explain to you. I get an allowance from my parents back home and that money is supposed to be for my up keep and what not. I do have a monthly electric bill I have to cover too. I have noticed that I have poor money management skills. This is something I've been trying to get in check for quite some time now. So I thought to myself, "Why not get a job?"
This was my logic. With a job, I'll have double the income so that's a plus for me. Besides that, I'm too young to just laze around. I'm nineteen by the way. Talk about age, I'm too old to only rely on my parents for income. Also, It think it's good for character build up. Yup, you read right. If you learn how to fend for yourself I'd say you're pretty much all well and good.
In short, you have your "hustle". Somebody once said to me, "Don't knock down another man's hustle". I still remember those words till this day.
Shall I begin? Well, for those of you who don't know I'm a university student doing my second year. So, I have no job but I thought it's high time I got myself one. I applied for a job and I'm waiting on an interview and from there I'll see what happens. Pray for a sister ;)
You might be wondering why I'm only looking for a job now when I've been living without one for two years already. Well, dear readers, let me explain to you. I get an allowance from my parents back home and that money is supposed to be for my up keep and what not. I do have a monthly electric bill I have to cover too. I have noticed that I have poor money management skills. This is something I've been trying to get in check for quite some time now. So I thought to myself, "Why not get a job?"
This was my logic. With a job, I'll have double the income so that's a plus for me. Besides that, I'm too young to just laze around. I'm nineteen by the way. Talk about age, I'm too old to only rely on my parents for income. Also, It think it's good for character build up. Yup, you read right. If you learn how to fend for yourself I'd say you're pretty much all well and good.
In short, you have your "hustle". Somebody once said to me, "Don't knock down another man's hustle". I still remember those words till this day.
Thursday 13 February 2014
WRITING: Valentines Day
Red and white. I think those are Valentines Day colours and I suppose pink as well. I write this while devouring a box of Ferrero Rocher, which just happens to be my favourite chocolate. In fact, I think it could make a good present for tomorrow. I got these from a friend on my birthday. A little more on the chocolate, I'd say get a big box. She/he would like that. The small one will be done too quickly.
Truth be told, I really don't know where this post is heading. Thanks for still reading. I'll let the words flow I guess. It's funny, I'm just typing down what the little voice in my head is saying.
I guess with Valentines coming up I felt obliged to post something about it. Seriously though, I hope you all have a good time tomorrow. A little advice for the ladies, I think a black number with red heels will do just fine. Fellas, I'm sure you can sort yourselves out :)
Monday 3 February 2014
FEATURED POST: One Night
Another post from our anonymous writer.....
One night in my mind.
It is but an illusion when one finds love, it comes unexpected and when it comes it’s too intense to contain, the body yearns to spread it.
As her name waltzes around in his memory castle, he tries to envision what life would be like had it not been for the choices he made that day. Standing in front of his ironing board, with a load of recently dried shirts, he stares through the window into the outside world baffled by the idea of how much he can’t stop think of her. He enjoys this part of doing his laundry as in that moment he is in total control of his thought process. There’s a certain clarity that he feels when he does his ironing, the world shifts from its usual revolution to taking a U-turn that takes him back through his past. As he places his first shirt on the board he drifts into a distant memory, which is played like a movie it starts from the beginning with the knock.
Having heard his door bell on the first ring, he rush to the door kicking his dirty laundry aside and almost bumping into his antique one metre mirror, he comes to a halt, straightens his tie takes a deep breath and opens the door and there she was, the one that got away, she wore dress that caresses her tall, slim and slender body just enough to make every man in the world wish they were him. He finds himself lost in her beauty, his eyes scanning her like an airport metal detector. She voices out something, which was probably a greeting but his body had devoted all its attention to his eyes. Standing at the door his eyes locked in hers, through his peripheral view he could see that the dress she was wearing started almost fifteen centimetres above her knees, which made him nervous enough question his own dress code. It was more like an involuntary action when his mouth voiced the words “you smell nice!”, she laughs at almost the same time as the iron streamer turned on, back to reality his shirt was almost burning, instinctively he pulls the iron off and places it by the side inspects his shirt, mad at himself for drifting far too much in thought but also smiling at the thought he just had.
She really looked beautiful that day, he prides himself at the fact that she agreed to go out with and not the other more popular guys at her school. She is the kind of girl that waits for the right person, All the guys that have gotten close to her never hold up to her moral standards. I guess you can say that she choose to go out with him because they are friends and with that comes a certain kind of contentment and safety.
As he presses the iron back and forth over his recently purchased Armani shirt, he races through the memory of that night, from the taxi, the thirty minute drive to the club and the fifteen minutes of waiting for his friends up until they were seated in front of the bar feeling a little embarrassed because counting the two bar tenders and the small group of people seated in the Conner booth, they were the only ones in the so called underground club. Music loud, nobody dancing, lights flickering and disco lights showering the room with colour.
As time passed one by one the club filled up with people, most of which were guys. Trying to speak above the music was proving to be pointless so communication was mainly done by hand gestures. Seated there having a staring contest with his half-filled vodka glass, he looks to his friends and there she was, as beautiful as can be, even more so now that she had taken off her leather coat and let her hair loose, he tried as hard as he could to avoid any eye contact but in that moment for a split second his mind could not resist anymore and looked up, their eyes met for what seemed like a lifetime, lost in her eyes he gets up and asks her to dance, he can tell that she’s the kind to not like the spotlight, but to him nothing else matters it’s just him and her, the music, the lights, her smile and her eye’s.
The night goes by smoothly some hours just before the sun rises they were back at his one bedroomed apartment, usually when she comes over he spends the night on the floor as she takes on his bed, but this time was different she choose to share the bed with him. Heart racing, thoughts pacing, mind blown, she was in his bed right next to him, the moment was perfect, they spend the next hour laughing and joking about everything and nothing. Even though it was dark under the sheets he could feel her staring at him as his face was so close to hers such that his nose was touching hers, at that moment when silence filled the room it was his move and his move only. He has done this before with his past girlfriends but with her it was different, she was different, she was his close friend he didn't want to risk ending a beautiful friendship. One can even say that the questions of “what if” got the better of him. Under the sheets he finds her hand and like an automatic action their fingers intertwine and she sinks to his chest.
Pulled from his thoughts it was the twilight of the day, he was done with his cloths, he picks everything, turns off the iron and heads to his bedroom.
One night in my mind.
It is but an illusion when one finds love, it comes unexpected and when it comes it’s too intense to contain, the body yearns to spread it.
As her name waltzes around in his memory castle, he tries to envision what life would be like had it not been for the choices he made that day. Standing in front of his ironing board, with a load of recently dried shirts, he stares through the window into the outside world baffled by the idea of how much he can’t stop think of her. He enjoys this part of doing his laundry as in that moment he is in total control of his thought process. There’s a certain clarity that he feels when he does his ironing, the world shifts from its usual revolution to taking a U-turn that takes him back through his past. As he places his first shirt on the board he drifts into a distant memory, which is played like a movie it starts from the beginning with the knock.
Having heard his door bell on the first ring, he rush to the door kicking his dirty laundry aside and almost bumping into his antique one metre mirror, he comes to a halt, straightens his tie takes a deep breath and opens the door and there she was, the one that got away, she wore dress that caresses her tall, slim and slender body just enough to make every man in the world wish they were him. He finds himself lost in her beauty, his eyes scanning her like an airport metal detector. She voices out something, which was probably a greeting but his body had devoted all its attention to his eyes. Standing at the door his eyes locked in hers, through his peripheral view he could see that the dress she was wearing started almost fifteen centimetres above her knees, which made him nervous enough question his own dress code. It was more like an involuntary action when his mouth voiced the words “you smell nice!”, she laughs at almost the same time as the iron streamer turned on, back to reality his shirt was almost burning, instinctively he pulls the iron off and places it by the side inspects his shirt, mad at himself for drifting far too much in thought but also smiling at the thought he just had.
She really looked beautiful that day, he prides himself at the fact that she agreed to go out with and not the other more popular guys at her school. She is the kind of girl that waits for the right person, All the guys that have gotten close to her never hold up to her moral standards. I guess you can say that she choose to go out with him because they are friends and with that comes a certain kind of contentment and safety.
As he presses the iron back and forth over his recently purchased Armani shirt, he races through the memory of that night, from the taxi, the thirty minute drive to the club and the fifteen minutes of waiting for his friends up until they were seated in front of the bar feeling a little embarrassed because counting the two bar tenders and the small group of people seated in the Conner booth, they were the only ones in the so called underground club. Music loud, nobody dancing, lights flickering and disco lights showering the room with colour.
As time passed one by one the club filled up with people, most of which were guys. Trying to speak above the music was proving to be pointless so communication was mainly done by hand gestures. Seated there having a staring contest with his half-filled vodka glass, he looks to his friends and there she was, as beautiful as can be, even more so now that she had taken off her leather coat and let her hair loose, he tried as hard as he could to avoid any eye contact but in that moment for a split second his mind could not resist anymore and looked up, their eyes met for what seemed like a lifetime, lost in her eyes he gets up and asks her to dance, he can tell that she’s the kind to not like the spotlight, but to him nothing else matters it’s just him and her, the music, the lights, her smile and her eye’s.
The night goes by smoothly some hours just before the sun rises they were back at his one bedroomed apartment, usually when she comes over he spends the night on the floor as she takes on his bed, but this time was different she choose to share the bed with him. Heart racing, thoughts pacing, mind blown, she was in his bed right next to him, the moment was perfect, they spend the next hour laughing and joking about everything and nothing. Even though it was dark under the sheets he could feel her staring at him as his face was so close to hers such that his nose was touching hers, at that moment when silence filled the room it was his move and his move only. He has done this before with his past girlfriends but with her it was different, she was different, she was his close friend he didn't want to risk ending a beautiful friendship. One can even say that the questions of “what if” got the better of him. Under the sheets he finds her hand and like an automatic action their fingers intertwine and she sinks to his chest.
Pulled from his thoughts it was the twilight of the day, he was done with his cloths, he picks everything, turns off the iron and heads to his bedroom.
WRITING: The Apology
Hello people. Wow, it's been a while since I blogged. Uhm, this post is pretty much me apologising for being m.i.a. for song long. Funny thing is I've been meaning to blog but something else always seems to get the better of me. I'd sit down and tell myself I'd blog but a little voice would say, "Poniso, you can always do it tomorrow."
To make it up to you, I'm going to bombard you with blog posts. I wrote a fictional story,http://osinop95.blogspot.com/2014/01/writing-void.html . If you haven't read it, that's the link. I'm thinking of giving fictional writing another shot today. So brace yourselves for a Poniso original :)
By the way, I want to thank you for reading, liking my posts and sharing. With that said, I'll be off now. I'm not too good at apologies. I'll leave now before I begin to blab.....
To make it up to you, I'm going to bombard you with blog posts. I wrote a fictional story,http://osinop95.blogspot.com/2014/01/writing-void.html . If you haven't read it, that's the link. I'm thinking of giving fictional writing another shot today. So brace yourselves for a Poniso original :)
By the way, I want to thank you for reading, liking my posts and sharing. With that said, I'll be off now. I'm not too good at apologies. I'll leave now before I begin to blab.....
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