Dis and Bouf's Blog

  Alright, so I'm making a game.  I've been looking for hobbies for a while, but nothing really managed to stick. I even went as far as to try and learn how to edit videos to try and be one of those video editors, but I should have known to stop when it felt less like a hobby and more like work.  I made a couple of pretty okay-ish edited videos, like this one; 25/02/2023 And this one, that I edited for my friend Shiv; 25/11/2020 Mostly I did little comedy and montage bits, but I was editing mostly because I thought I enjoyed it. The 'editing' part is fun, seeing the final result too, but there was always a strange disappointment when I finished editing. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I began editing videos for my classes and it began to really claw at my psyche. 09/10/2021 I'm a writer, not an artist, and editing was more artistic than 'writi-stic'. But I persevered, because I thought I could eventually warm up myself to the idea. But...

why do we try to swim through the seas when the skies are so much further where are we supposed to go when paradise was underneath why do we cry out for justice we never had the guts to dive under the skies under the seas our paradise is without us why do we want to find our paradise when it hates us so why do we want to avoid the hells when we were already there

  Last night, 14/01/2021, I had a long dream. I had been trying to reset my body clock, so I stayed up the entire night last night, so my brain wasn't in the best of places. First, I dreamt that I was on an expedition to the artic. I travelled with a group of people, wearing jumpsuits of red, orange, yellow, green. My jumpsuit was red, and I befriended the person with the orange jumpsuit. We all wore large, one-way helmets. When we approached the artic tundra, we found a large, long shaft. In it, was an elevator. The next thing we knew, we were inside the elevator, riding the way down. It had no buttons, no nothing. All I remember was the feeling of descending deeper. The elevator stopped at multiple floors, but what I can recall were ‘doors’. The first floor was a door to a strange jungle, without animals. It had fauna and our group explored it, trudging through it before we returned to the elevator. I recall the taste of lions, but no monkeys. The second floor was a c...

Wow, I was an edgy sonofabitch. Eh, I'll leave both of the stories up here. They're fun. Dean M.H.C 180920, 1746 words, The Café I own a small café at the end of a street.      At 4am every morning, I walk into the café, walk behind the counter, switch on the lights and switch on the machines. I let them all warm up for a few minutes, sweeping the floor and wiping down the tables. The employees, a young man named Zack and two young ladies named Rebecca and Zoe, they will saunter in at a rubbered time between 5 to 6, usually with an apology if they’re late, but never early. Once they take their places at the counter and the machines, that is when I take a short leave to the upper office. There is where I usually park myself to balance the books for about an hour, ensuring that everything was as it should be, before I relaxed for breakfast. After that, I would join Zack at the counter to make a perfect team of four. We would work until 11am, which then all four o...

Dean M.H.C, 030920, 1761 words, Blue Cards I held onto my mother’s hand, walking through the streets as the world bustled around me. I watched as the life of the world around me stuttered with a sense of splendor. The sky was a cloudless blue, the buildings a bright set of electric candles lining the street, the smells of the shops with the departmental air fresheners or slightly overcooked food was the atmosphere that I had grown up in. I jerked by head around to see the patrons slowly trickling in and out, some laughing, some crying, some screaming, some nothing. A glorious cacophony of life. We walked down the cold, grey pavement that was paved without a road, with a hundred of our peers right beside us towards the same place. I looked up at my mother, wearing her black dress and shoes, walking ahead of me as she ensured I would not run into anyone. Her eyes, tired from waking up so early, blinked slowly and surely at the road ahead, and soon at me. She pat me on the head and sp...