I believe the phrase is one step forwards two steps back. Saying that I did have a nice talk with one of the natives, he was telling me all the what nots of the who ha. It was rather nice but who knows when I will get to talk to him again. From here on-wards I am without the other monkeys. To put it clique, I am truely and utterly alone in this wilderness.
Monkey Mani has gone on holiday, to be brutally honest good riddance. He makes me feel like a fool and when he isn't doing that, he is being a complete grump. I would really like to like him though, secretly inside he seems like a real nice banana and the natives find him funny so.
Perhaps time alone will sort it all out for me, let me find my feet amoungst this green shrubbery.
At noon temperatures reached a high of 29 degrees C. Too hot for me thank you. I would have loved an afternoon nap in a hammock somewhere, instead I settled for a ice-lolly. Not too bad I must say.
Looking back I suppose it wasn't awfully bad. Now, I am tired so will retire to my bed.
Eh this one wasn't as good but hey. I don't dislike Mani, believe it or not, but he makes that incredibly hard to keep a true statement.
PRx
Sunday, 14 July 2013
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Day 17
I have began to be accepted by the natives, after so long of silence and curious but scared looks. Trust is being built slowly. This quite shy demeanor of mine has been useful in protecting myself from any reputation I could gain with in the pack. Their pet monkey, Emanuel, has decided to, for want of a better phrase, 'piss' me off as much as physically possible. He is my colleague in all this though so I must learn to love him. It is not all bad, I feel like I am making friends in a few of them. This evening I sat in their nest watching rugby until I was dragged out, at first to what I thought might be a sacrifice, where I was the lamb. It turned out they wanted me to be social, so it may have well been, had the same effect.
My duties sent me many a place today. I was even shown through the woods by a native guide in a L200, I'm sure though this was only his attempt to make my lunch reappear. Luckily, I was alone for a lot of the day getting on silently with everything that needed doing. Heavy lifting seems to be a theme of this career path as well as walking... too much walking.
Intervals between the work sent me into the realm of the shop. Accidentally today I trapped one of the natives in there, something to laugh about though. I like it here, surrounded by sweets and ice-lollies but I have, as yet, to buy one for myself. It is a shame seeing as the weather was unusually sticking around 28 degrees C, sending many a native into what I like to refer as 'heat induced periods'. I felt myself falling into one at one point, I must be careful.
I await tomorrow with anticipation and excitement. It is going to be busy, but, if Mani's stomach bug has gone, I at least won't be alone. In fact I am spending much of the day with one of them named James whom I have not had the chance to spend much time with. A thunderstorm is apparently on the horizon which may break the weather a bit but will leave many canvas tents in our care. Perhaps leading to the great hanging tented gardens of Blacklands. This will make my already incredibly busy week worse, especially since the other two monkeys will have left for holidays by Monday.
This was inspired by my new job at a activity camp in south england. The monkeys as I refer to them are the 2 other ''Campies'' on the site, this is also my job title. The natives are the instructors, most of them stay on site, this year none of the campies do. Mani is one of the other campies along with a guy called Tom AKA ''brucie''. I figured this would be a interesting way to present what it feels like in a new job at first, like venturing into a unexplored place where everyone knows everyone else and you are the outsider.
PRx
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Not Now Mate
Not now mate,
It's just too fucking late,
You've missed the mark,
You played the part,
Of the stupid not now mate,
Not now mate,
It's over its past the date,
You spoilt the joke,
You gave it a stroke,
and now its just not all that great.
Not now mate,
But you really need to wait,
I don't mean to be mean,
But you are just so obscene,
so please control your birth rate.
Not now mate,
That gossip isn't quite up to date,
And you made lissa cry,
Because you brought up that guy,
And the feelings you tried to create.
Not now mate,
Stop trying to be the cool fake,
You drive me insane,
Want to get hit by a train....?
Oh shit good bye,
I shouldn't have asked you to die,
You're actually quite nice,
Despite my previous ice,
I wish you could come back alive.
Appreciate your fellow humans, no matter how annoying they can be.
PRx
Thursday, 4 April 2013
THE CURSE OF THE MODERATORS
Ready for a story? Okay
Deep in the darkness of the internet, beings exist, beings that were once humans. They float around in the bleep bleep bloops of the binary between sites, some have kept their sanity... others have not. The story goes that they were all once moderators of a site, a cursed site. This site had many names, the devils depth, slytherins soul, alternative alliteration and the most terrifying and perhaps true of them all - Serpensortia. One day on this site, strange happenings happened. It started slowly, affecting only the admin at first. She started loosing sleep. At first noone noticed, but then she started getting stressed, more and more stressed. Then all of a sudden... her personal life took a deep delve into the dark and soon all she had to keep her happy was this site. Then in a spilt... month. She stopped sleeping all together. Relying only on caffeine and energy drinks to stay alive. One day, she didn't come down stairs to breakfast. When her friends searched her house they found nothing but a small pile of powder sitting in her computer chair. It seems she had disappeared. Never to be found again. The thing is, she continued to log onto the site and never logged off. She was in chat 24/7, moderating. Soon her consciousness spread to other sites moderating. This story was being repeated in many countries over the world, people leaving without notice never to be seen again, with only a small dusting of powder left on their chair. What did they have in common? They were all moderators of this deadly site. Occasionally, years after this event, a site will go into melt down, the admin will turn furious and corrupt everything about it, breaking the members computers with various virus's. They say that that admin is the personality of this first cursed person, driven insane by her many years doing nothing but floating in the digits of the internet, adminning and moderating sites. Only to be known as.... THE INVINCIBLE MODERATORS So if you want to please this spirit, beware feed her caffeine. And if you feel yourself coming down with this curse? There is nothing you can do but give up your post, like the one survivor of this curse known as ORION THE MIGHTY. The only survivor of sepensortia. Rumors suggest this site still runs... as if its admins and moderators are still alive real people, corrupting the members which join its ranks. If you ever stumble across it... RUN FOR YOUR SANITY PRx |
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Greed
Chapter one- Naomi- 2014- Part 3
Time passed and as did people. The sky brightened for longer and longer each day and the weather got warmer and warmer adding to the musty heat of the over populated city. Naomi found herself walking the streets once more in the darkest hours, but what she saw wasn't like the peace and tranquility of the country.
As nights flew by and the days added up, the horror of life here was becoming clearer and clearer. Every street revealed a new shadow lying in the doorways of large corporate shops and offices. While, peacefully in their beds the owners, oblivious to the going ons below, slept till dawn light shone through their windows. More often than not she saw homeless men beating each other up simply for a scrap of bread. Best leave them too it though, she thought, never know what they may have up their sleeves. By day time though these people of the night would have gone, fearful of the crowds that swarmed pass each day, occasionally with a kick or a spit for them. It was a terrifying new reality Naomi had never in her life in-counted before. At first when she had mentioned it to Logan he had just laughed and said there was no such thing as this life in the city. It wasn't long before it became unnoticed by her too. She now just added to the never ending hustle and bustle of the street chaos, a numbed mind.
Up high in one of the sky scrapers a tall lady looked down at the ant farm below.
'Funny isn't it how one tiny blockade in their way and they change completely, funny how easy it is to implement that change from up here.'
She looked round at the last word at the man standing behind her.
'We have all the power, leave them be and they will thrive but we will always be needed in some way or another. Give them bread and they will rise up too powerful. Give them pain and they will live on.'
He had no idea where she was going with it and it seems never would because that was where she cut off. Lost in her own thoughts. Deep in her mind a plan was weaving, dark like the world below her.
As the sun started rising in the west lands and the moon set in the east, unaware of their presence in peoples lives, Naomi sat watching the change in sky. When the moon had finally disappeared she stood up and walked, sighing, to her cupboards reached in a pulled out a suit, so new the labels had not been pulled off yet. Slipping it on and snipping of the labels seemed too new to her and she found herself uncomfortable at the feelings. It took her a while looking in the mirror until she found herself looking proudly and smartly back. It was then that she finally sat down in the kitchen, opened a newspaper and ate, waiting.
It probably should be longer and more proof-read seeing as its almost 11 at night right now and I want to die inside. BUT I owe it to you guys and what better to do when you cannot sleep. Once again I apologize for its length, better something than nothing though right? Don't get me wrong I enjoy writing this, only recently have found myself getting back into writing. Exams and essays tend to take that want away. Love you all, sleep tight and keep reading.
PRx
As nights flew by and the days added up, the horror of life here was becoming clearer and clearer. Every street revealed a new shadow lying in the doorways of large corporate shops and offices. While, peacefully in their beds the owners, oblivious to the going ons below, slept till dawn light shone through their windows. More often than not she saw homeless men beating each other up simply for a scrap of bread. Best leave them too it though, she thought, never know what they may have up their sleeves. By day time though these people of the night would have gone, fearful of the crowds that swarmed pass each day, occasionally with a kick or a spit for them. It was a terrifying new reality Naomi had never in her life in-counted before. At first when she had mentioned it to Logan he had just laughed and said there was no such thing as this life in the city. It wasn't long before it became unnoticed by her too. She now just added to the never ending hustle and bustle of the street chaos, a numbed mind.
Up high in one of the sky scrapers a tall lady looked down at the ant farm below.
'Funny isn't it how one tiny blockade in their way and they change completely, funny how easy it is to implement that change from up here.'
She looked round at the last word at the man standing behind her.
'We have all the power, leave them be and they will thrive but we will always be needed in some way or another. Give them bread and they will rise up too powerful. Give them pain and they will live on.'
He had no idea where she was going with it and it seems never would because that was where she cut off. Lost in her own thoughts. Deep in her mind a plan was weaving, dark like the world below her.
As the sun started rising in the west lands and the moon set in the east, unaware of their presence in peoples lives, Naomi sat watching the change in sky. When the moon had finally disappeared she stood up and walked, sighing, to her cupboards reached in a pulled out a suit, so new the labels had not been pulled off yet. Slipping it on and snipping of the labels seemed too new to her and she found herself uncomfortable at the feelings. It took her a while looking in the mirror until she found herself looking proudly and smartly back. It was then that she finally sat down in the kitchen, opened a newspaper and ate, waiting.
It probably should be longer and more proof-read seeing as its almost 11 at night right now and I want to die inside. BUT I owe it to you guys and what better to do when you cannot sleep. Once again I apologize for its length, better something than nothing though right? Don't get me wrong I enjoy writing this, only recently have found myself getting back into writing. Exams and essays tend to take that want away. Love you all, sleep tight and keep reading.
PRx
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