The few people that actually read my blog have asked me countless of times on why green apples as the theme for my blog.

The reason is very anti-climatic.One sleepover at my best friend, Justin's, house caused it.We were drifting off to sleep when he suddenly pictured a green apple falling from the skyscraper.He told me this but I shrugged it off and went to sleep.

I guess the thought must have been playing in my mind.So, when I was naming the blog I decided to add Green Apple to the twist.The original title was "The Chronicles of Mindscope" but then again Mindscope was my pen name and didn't really fit right.So then Green Apple came up and it sounded perfect.A tad odd but perfect by my standards.

The old idea for the story is thrown away but now a fresh one has reemerged.This time I'll use my real name and the real names of friends playing their own characters but a couple of made-up names have to be there too.Thinking something along the lines of aura but couldn't put my hopes too high.I was always known for scrapping plenty of ideas.Another reason for this blog was to archive ideas for stories and poems.

I'll include a list of characters included for the script later on.

Tired now,

Shadows break at early dawn,
As we awake like the newly-born,
Silence shattered with cars and trains,
Awaking also our mortal pains,

But life moves on we cannot wait,
Or get surrounded by an envelope of hate,
Appointments missed and troubles arise,
Hesitation comes with a heavy price,

To forget and to forgive we pray,
Hoping for happiness to come the next day,
But what if tomorrow's worse,
Will we ever escape this curse,

Bitter and cruel life may seem,
All like and unpleasant dream,
Trying is best to seek and find,
That special something you've left behind,

Life goes beyond our mundane lives,
It journeys till the heavenly skies,
To open your mind and fly away,
That's the key to a happy day,

A happy day pays so much,
Like a lover's smile or a pleasant lunch,
Suddenly angry waves sweep it away,
Another bad and horrible day,

Learn to dodge the waves you must,
For then a happy day you can trust,
From them,you cannot run and hide,
You must face the angry tide,

Happy thoughts is your breath,
To swim through the angry threats,
Now you learn and keep it alive,
As you take your pleasant dive,

Congratulations,you've passed the test,
Now you can handle the rest,
So go out into the world and say,
"I'VE HAD A HAPPY DAY"

The exam's are over and I can finally use the computer!

I think that I had the weirdest and most disgusting adventure of my life.
I had to go to the toilet in school.
The smell was so horrible that I decided to sneak into the teacher's toilet.
I puked in my hands while walking up the stairs imagining the smell. (Dudette will understand)
Cupped the puke and ran to the teacher's toilet.
The door wouldn't close due to technical difficulties.
The excitement caused my bladders to release.
I wet my pants a bit and got the rest out safely.
Threw some water over my pants to get rid of the smell.
Lied to everyone that I fell in the school pond.
Oh yeah, I washed my hands in the toilet.

That's it,
Got a couple of Bombay ducks but minor ones.
Teaching Jit Wai how to get some too.He's very interested.
Exam's were okay but no promises.
Guess that's all.
Till next time.

Last Chance

The song of bird now is gone,

Bitter chill at the crack of dawn,

Gusty winds rip trees away,

Only thing to do is pray

Now as the buildings shatter,

One by one lives don’t matter,

Tsunamis strikes as tears flow,

As the sun loses it’s glow

No santuary or haven,

The face of the earth is shaven,

Stripped bare to the knees,

Useless are our struggling pleas

It seems as now the world,

Must meet an early end,

Clocks of destruction twirled,

Rules of reality will bend

Because God isnt as cruel as such

Give us one chance as much

From the ashes we’ll build again

Despite our infinite pain

With this a lesson learnt

The reason why our world burnt,

Neglecting that of a higher being,

Who is of course the All-Seeing.

I have less than 15 minutes to type this post.I'm typing from my school computer which is slower than any computer I"ve been on.This is will be hard for me but a challenge is a challenge.

Lately, I just off my crutches. Literally, today morning. I CAN WALK AGAIN!!!!
Still, my leg hurts because I never used it in a long time.Hurts like hell.My arms also need some workout to be back in shape after my shoulder strain which the doctors only found today.

I guess this was one my greatest trials in life.
But I'm sure more will come in time.
Hopefully, not so soon!

Time's not over but I have nothing else to write about.
Until my next post,
Mark lester

-What you see is reality.What you dream is an illusion.To confuse the two, you'll find disaster.-
Just a saying I made up.

I hate it. When everything moves so swiftly, then, a wave sweeps everything you've spent your time on.The wave could be anything.Harsh words,sour faces,angry retorts, almost anything.That's when we plan to get back up and stop the wave in it's tracks.Dig traps such as a tree hole to fill and bury the anger and revenge stored up.To forgive and to forget.To sleep and dream of good things and wake up without a worry.

While on crutches,I realize that the world moves a chessboard.Success in life is winning a piece and heartaches and pains a loss.That everything is so perfectly executed, in wins or losses, everything falls into place.Sacrificing a rook for a queen.Losing your job only to find your true love on the train back home. So perfect and intricate is this chessboard of life that one move wrong and the precious scale of balance is lost.Thus, leading you to work harder to even the odds.

I observe people with an eager interest.From the labourer so unwilling to part with his money to the rich men with bodyguards on every side.To observe human behaviour, their faults and their strengths.It's so amazing.While in the hospital I wrote the following that I guess puts this whole post in summarizaton.


We are fine but then pushed down,
By waves of angry sounds,
But do not fret we'll rise again,
Ignoring all the minor pains

But lesson learnt we now prepare,
Of other waves that we despair,
To dig tree holes to trap them in,
Now they cry and now we grin,

But every move is replied by another,
From a friend,sister or brother,
Hate,love,birth and death,
Game conditions that have to be met,

We win some and lose some,
But there is still more to come,
Short, this game is not,
Haunt us till the day we rot,

But in the end we're all same,
All playing this twisted game,
Whether you win or lose'
It's not up to you to choose,

For above us all there He lies,
A Power unworthy of mortal eyes,
He sets the rules and keeps the time,
Every beat, rhythm, and rhyme,

Good luck my friend in your game,
I hope you wish me the same,
As I say we're all the same,
Here, playing this twisted game.

Some junk food promoters had been giving out free samples outside my school and every packet had a free Transformer Mini-card.I have a serious addiction when it comes to collecting freebies.It's a passion that seems to run in my family.My dad and his dad too were both freebie fanatics.I even become anxious when there's a free contest around like giving out movie posters or magazines and I'm not there. Once, I attended a sci-fi convention with my friends. I went in without anything and walked out carrying loads of stuff that I won and collected from the convention.THEY EVEN GAVE FREE although extremely diluted VODKA! Heck, I have so much freebies at home that my mum is trying to get rid of them so I'm keeping them away from sight as long as I can.


P.S Still on crutches
Got a new idea for a story ( hopes it gets written)
Hungry.