[Contest Entry 2011] The Happy Man
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Well, this one's relation to Fakku is next to none at all, though I mentioned some. Here it goes anyway:
Day 1:
11 pm, weekend. Roommates gone to stay at their relatives’ homes. That means I’m alone for the whole night!! Winter has hit my city, and hit pretty bad. Need to warm up my body before going to sleep. Opened tabs on Fakku in my G-Chrome browser, looking for fap-materials. Noticed a nice post on the forum. Gave a rep, made a comment. As I leaned back to appreciate my comment, my hand touched a book left on my bed. Turned back, Holy Shit! I completely forgot..!! I have a class test the day after tomorrow, on my favorite subject. Man, need to organise myself more. I started wondering, how about I give a nice post as well, maybe I’ll get a couple of reps, not that it matters anyway, but still, a feeling of satisfaction of accomplishing something might not be half bad. Anyhow, have to keep my Fakkuing hours to a minimum tonight, need to go to the library tomorrow..
Day 2:
9 AM, late morning. Rummaging through my closet for some winter clothes. Damn, these t-shirts are getting in the way. Haven’t worn them in ages, better throw them away when I have the chance. Well, not now anyway, I’m already late for the morning meeting. Dressed up, books check, notes check, laptop check, and I’m good to go. Looks like all the folks in the dorm are having it easy, sleeping this late. Not that I’m an early bird myself, but working my butt off in a cold winter morning while the others are asleep surely don’t make me feel cheerful.
Stack of bricks on my way. What the Hell, did they start construction work nearby ?? Oh well, took a detour. Two scantily clad poor kids came to me begging for clothes. Ignored them as usual, after all, I’m sure they must live in a slum nearby. But I don’t think I have seen their faces before. Must be new in the neighborhood. And they want clothes as alms, that’s something unique. Usually beggars go for money or food. Who cares, better go to the library.
Damn you deep sleepers.. What’s the meaning of calling me early when you guys yourselves haven’t shown up yet, curse you….is what I should be thinking, but having a couple of free minutes won’t be half bad. Opened my laptop, I’ve got a nice topic idea as a post, better post it while I’m still free. Aw crud. There comes one, looks like the post’ll have to wait.
Aaaah, feeling refreshed after a nice session of group study and cracking jokes. Feeling good about tomorrow’s class test. Now to complete the post and enjoy the rest of the day…
Day 3:
11 AM, stormed out off the classroom. Can’t believe it, how could I do so bad in the test? It feels even worse that I didn’t slack off like I do with other tests, I worked hard, but it still didn’t pay off. Don’t want to show my face to my mates right now, I’m feeling downright pissed.
The kids have come to beg again. “Bugger off !! You can go to hell for all I care”, I shouted. They look quite dumbfounded, but nonetheless tucked their tails and went away. Now why did I do that for, I wondered.
Well, there goes a good chance for increasing my grades. Looks like I’ll be left behind again. Anyhow, I gotta check my post in Fakku, since it’s been a day. Damn, only a couple of responses…?? No rep..? No one even noticed it that much.. Usually I don’t feel miserable about this stuff, but right now I feel like shit. Gotta calm down.
As I calmed a little, I started thinking. Those kids didn’t deserve such harsh words. It’s just that I was pissed at that moment. Man, I feel guilty. I better pay them kids. Now what should I give them… Oh, I remembered, those obsolete t-shirts that I thought of throwing away..!! I’m glad I didn’t do it back then. I’ll call those kids the next thing in the morning and hand these over.
12.30 AM, past midnight. Spent quite some time playing cards in my friend’s room. Returning to my dorm, taking the detour as usual. Then I noticed something. Two mounds on top of the stack of bricks. As I neared them, I got surprised. Those two kids…!! Using a bag of cement as pillow, and a tattered mat as the only winter protection..!! Why, I thought they had somewhere to stay, but they didn’t. They might even be orphans…!! I felt a lump on my throat, it’s really choking. Damn, what have I turned into, a crybaby..?! I had to check my tears as I came back to my room.
Took those clothes, hurrying back to the kids. Just laid those over them. I’m no saint, though I wished I could’ve done more for them. Returned to my room with a huge load off of my heart.
Epilogue:
Going to the class, the next morning, I was looking for those kids. They might still be weary of me, but still I was looking for them, hoping they’ll wear the t-shirts, what in the world am I thinking…?? The masons have started working with the stack of bricks. I didn’t see those kids the whole day.
By evening, the stack of bricks was gone. Good riddance, now I don’t have to use the detour anymore. But I still didn’t see those kids, even the next day… Looks like they left the neighborhood. I wonder, did those kids get the t-shirts. Nay, there’s no way they won’t. Who knows, they might be quite surprised and happy. Musing over my thoughts, I head back to my den, as a happy man. The satisfaction of doing a good deed in a world gone bad is….not half bad….
[/h] Day 1:
11 pm, weekend. Roommates gone to stay at their relatives’ homes. That means I’m alone for the whole night!! Winter has hit my city, and hit pretty bad. Need to warm up my body before going to sleep. Opened tabs on Fakku in my G-Chrome browser, looking for fap-materials. Noticed a nice post on the forum. Gave a rep, made a comment. As I leaned back to appreciate my comment, my hand touched a book left on my bed. Turned back, Holy Shit! I completely forgot..!! I have a class test the day after tomorrow, on my favorite subject. Man, need to organise myself more. I started wondering, how about I give a nice post as well, maybe I’ll get a couple of reps, not that it matters anyway, but still, a feeling of satisfaction of accomplishing something might not be half bad. Anyhow, have to keep my Fakkuing hours to a minimum tonight, need to go to the library tomorrow..
Day 2:
9 AM, late morning. Rummaging through my closet for some winter clothes. Damn, these t-shirts are getting in the way. Haven’t worn them in ages, better throw them away when I have the chance. Well, not now anyway, I’m already late for the morning meeting. Dressed up, books check, notes check, laptop check, and I’m good to go. Looks like all the folks in the dorm are having it easy, sleeping this late. Not that I’m an early bird myself, but working my butt off in a cold winter morning while the others are asleep surely don’t make me feel cheerful.
Stack of bricks on my way. What the Hell, did they start construction work nearby ?? Oh well, took a detour. Two scantily clad poor kids came to me begging for clothes. Ignored them as usual, after all, I’m sure they must live in a slum nearby. But I don’t think I have seen their faces before. Must be new in the neighborhood. And they want clothes as alms, that’s something unique. Usually beggars go for money or food. Who cares, better go to the library.
Damn you deep sleepers.. What’s the meaning of calling me early when you guys yourselves haven’t shown up yet, curse you….is what I should be thinking, but having a couple of free minutes won’t be half bad. Opened my laptop, I’ve got a nice topic idea as a post, better post it while I’m still free. Aw crud. There comes one, looks like the post’ll have to wait.
Aaaah, feeling refreshed after a nice session of group study and cracking jokes. Feeling good about tomorrow’s class test. Now to complete the post and enjoy the rest of the day…
Day 3:
11 AM, stormed out off the classroom. Can’t believe it, how could I do so bad in the test? It feels even worse that I didn’t slack off like I do with other tests, I worked hard, but it still didn’t pay off. Don’t want to show my face to my mates right now, I’m feeling downright pissed.
The kids have come to beg again. “Bugger off !! You can go to hell for all I care”, I shouted. They look quite dumbfounded, but nonetheless tucked their tails and went away. Now why did I do that for, I wondered.
Well, there goes a good chance for increasing my grades. Looks like I’ll be left behind again. Anyhow, I gotta check my post in Fakku, since it’s been a day. Damn, only a couple of responses…?? No rep..? No one even noticed it that much.. Usually I don’t feel miserable about this stuff, but right now I feel like shit. Gotta calm down.
As I calmed a little, I started thinking. Those kids didn’t deserve such harsh words. It’s just that I was pissed at that moment. Man, I feel guilty. I better pay them kids. Now what should I give them… Oh, I remembered, those obsolete t-shirts that I thought of throwing away..!! I’m glad I didn’t do it back then. I’ll call those kids the next thing in the morning and hand these over.
12.30 AM, past midnight. Spent quite some time playing cards in my friend’s room. Returning to my dorm, taking the detour as usual. Then I noticed something. Two mounds on top of the stack of bricks. As I neared them, I got surprised. Those two kids…!! Using a bag of cement as pillow, and a tattered mat as the only winter protection..!! Why, I thought they had somewhere to stay, but they didn’t. They might even be orphans…!! I felt a lump on my throat, it’s really choking. Damn, what have I turned into, a crybaby..?! I had to check my tears as I came back to my room.
Took those clothes, hurrying back to the kids. Just laid those over them. I’m no saint, though I wished I could’ve done more for them. Returned to my room with a huge load off of my heart.
Epilogue:
Going to the class, the next morning, I was looking for those kids. They might still be weary of me, but still I was looking for them, hoping they’ll wear the t-shirts, what in the world am I thinking…?? The masons have started working with the stack of bricks. I didn’t see those kids the whole day.
By evening, the stack of bricks was gone. Good riddance, now I don’t have to use the detour anymore. But I still didn’t see those kids, even the next day… Looks like they left the neighborhood. I wonder, did those kids get the t-shirts. Nay, there’s no way they won’t. Who knows, they might be quite surprised and happy. Musing over my thoughts, I head back to my den, as a happy man. The satisfaction of doing a good deed in a world gone bad is….not half bad….
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I liked how you wrote it in a Diary format. Recording times when you'd write in the diary. There could have been some more depth to the story though, but it was fine, in my opinion. There were also a few grammar mistakes and I think one spelling mistake. It's "organize", not "organise".
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
Zandorf wrote...
I liked how you wrote it in a Diary format. Recording times when you'd write in the diary. There could have been some more depth to the story though, but it was fine, in my opinion. There were also a few grammar mistakes and I think one spelling mistake. It's "organize", not "organise".Either are acceptable. The way it is spelled with an "s" is merely the European, specifically British way of spelling the word. The same can be found in many other words that Americans end in an "ize" or "yze" such as realize (realise) and analyze (analyse).
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Zandorf wrote...
I liked how you wrote it in a Diary format. Recording times when you'd write in the diary. There could have been some more depth to the story though, but it was fine, in my opinion. There were also a few grammar mistakes and I think one spelling mistake. It's "organize", not "organise".Oh noes, it's an Americanazi! Or should I spell that as Americanasi? hm...
I like the diary format too.
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
Among all the entries this poll, I've gotta say that this story was the easiest to read. I read this as fast as I read LoL patch notes (pretty damn fast), and I enjoyed it a good bit. But as Zandorf said, I feel as if there could have been more depth to it. Diary/String-of-thoughts format is pretty interesting.
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Xenon wrote...
Zandorf wrote...
I liked how you wrote it in a Diary format. Recording times when you'd write in the diary. There could have been some more depth to the story though, but it was fine, in my opinion. There were also a few grammar mistakes and I think one spelling mistake. It's "organize", not "organise".Either are acceptable. The way it is spelled with an "s" is merely the European, specifically British way of spelling the word. The same can be found in many other words that Americans end in an "ize" or "yze" such as realize (realise) and analyze (analyse).
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I did not know that. I deeply apologize for my ignorance.
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
Zandorf wrote...
I did not know that. I deeply apologize for my ignorance.No sweat, there are a couple other interchangeable spellings of other words. These are words that American's end with "or" but British and various Europeans end with "our." My favorites of these, and the only ones that come to mind as of now, are flavor (flavour), color (colour), and armor (armour). Isn't learning about cultural differences in English fun?
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Xenon wrote...
Zandorf wrote...
I did not know that. I deeply apologize for my ignorance.No sweat, there are a couple other interchangeable spellings of other words. These are words that American's end with "or" but British and various Europeans end with "our." My favorites of these, and the only ones that come to mind as of now, are flavor (flavour), color (colour), and armor (armour). Isn't learning about cultural differences in English fun?
It is fun, and tiring at the same time. Though I did know about flavour and colour, as I sometimes end up spelling it that way, but I didn't know about armour.
You learn something new everyday. ^^
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Zandorf wrote...
I liked how you wrote it in a Diary format. Recording times when you'd write in the diary. There could have been some more depth to the story though, but it was fine, in my opinion. There were also a few grammar mistakes and I think one spelling mistake. It's "organize", not "organise".Thanks for the thought. I was thinking about the word limit when I was writing it. And I think it's my habit, to write something thoughtful at the very end, like a punch line or something, you know, amateur writers' flaws.... ~_^
And about the spelling stuff, I live in a country where we follow the British standard english upto High school and read American, Russian(translated), British etc. writers' books as undergraduates. So you can guess the situation pretty much, the same case with '-or' and '-our' words....