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Hide and Seek Part 2 (Chapter 1)

nmk993 — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 15:08:04 +0000

By : Adri A Wisnu and Nauval Kusumah

It’s been exactly five months since the arrest of notorious serial killer Martin Forthwright and his previous confrontation with Alex and Ryan. Martin is about to face his trial on this very day, with Alex and Ryan eagerly watching the broadcast from their small but yet proud television.
“Finally that scumbag is going to get it!” said Ryan excitedly. Ryan was so excited that he could barely hold onto his bowl of Chinese noodles.
“Ryan could you try not to spill those noodles?” asked Alex. “I mean today was my turn to pay for the food so if you spill it, I will destroy you” Alex joked. “Oh right, sorry Alex” Ryan responded. Alex loved eating Chinese food. In fact he became close friends with the person who delivers them, that he and Ryan are given a 30% discount on all purchases.
“Alex look, it’s finally on” Ryan yelled. Alex quickly grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. As soon as the volume increased, Alex and Ryan could see Martin being called to the stand. “They have to give him the death penalty” Alex thought to himself. “A prison can’t contain him. He’ll just kill the inmates inside”. Alex and Ryan continued to listen intently to the broadcast.
“Martin Forthwright, if that is your real name, please rise” the judge called out. Martin cheerfully stood up from his chair and proceeded to the stand with a huge smile on his face. “Why good morning judge” He said, and then he moves his eyes and gives a cheerful glance towards the camera. “And good morning to all of New York City!” Martin yelled with a cheer. “Gosh judge you look as beautiful as ever”. The judge immediately lifted an eyebrow and looked Martin straight in the eye. “I’m a man” the judge exclaimed.
“Oh really? Well you’ll have to forgive me because I honestly couldn’t tell” Martin chuckled. “Maybe it’s because of the wig. Tell me judge; is it because of male pattern baldness that you desperately try to make yourself look more feminine?” The judge continued to be irritated by Martin’s constant babble but he realized that he couldn’t lose face. “Proceed to the stand Mr. Forthwright” demanded the judge. “Okay whatever you say Mom” Martin joked.
“Martin Forthwright is a cold blooded psychopath” the district attorney explained. “His obvious lack of morals has allowed him to commit such vicious acts, such as first degree murder and also the dismemberment of his victims. But Martin would not be here today if it weren’t for the efforts of Alex Fiskus and Ryan Haner”. Martin immediately clenched his fists the moment he heard those names. “Damn it all!” Martin thought to himself. “It’s because of them that I’m here in the first place. I swear I’m going to kill that pathetic detective and the little traitor too”.
“How do you plead your case Mr. Forthwright” the judge asked. Martin then pulled the microphone closer and cleared his throat. “I plead guilty by reason of insanity your honor” Martin responded. The district attorney was rather surprised by Martin’s sudden confession. “You’re willing to give in so easily?” the district attorney asked. “Well what more do want me to say?” Martin asked sarcastically. “It’s obvious that i killed those people, and you can even call in Alex and Ryan as witnesses if you want”.
“Well that was easy” the district attorney exclaimed. “This wasn’t even a challenge”. Martin then turned his sights on the district attorney and smiled. “Well Mr. DA, let’s see how this all plays out” Martin chuckled. The trial continued for several more hours until the jury finally decided unanimously.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” the judge asked.
“We have, your honor” the jury replied.
“Unanimous?”
“Yes”
“Then you may proceed”
“The jury has decided that Martin Forthwright is guilty by reason of insanity” the jury exclaimed. “Furthermore, Martin Forthwright will be transferred to Saint John’s Mental Hospital, as prison is obviously not the best place for his rehabilitation”. Martin let out a huge grin and began laughing in the courtroom. “This is perfect” Martin thought. “Things are going just as i planned”.
Alex immediately turned off the television, grabbed his coat, and proceeded towards the door. “Where are you going Alex?” Ryan asked. “To take care of business” Alex replied. “Something’s not right. That trial was rigged and I know it”. “Well if you put it that way, i’d might as well come with you” Ryan sighed. “I mean who else is going to watch your back if you get into trouble”. Alex just smiled and the two headed out to make sense of this mishap…….

The DA who was busy in his office, disturbed by noises from outside his office. With a little grumbling he twists the doorknob with his sweaty hand. When he looks out of the room, he saw his secretary was busy arguing and preventing with a man whose insist on meeting the DA. The man, who wears a Black coat, is none other than Alex, who eagerly wanted to talk about Martin.
“What is happening here?” The DA said with his expression shows both puzzled and panic.
“Ah!” Alex gently pushed the secretary to out of his way as he saw DA came out of his office. He walk at fast pace to reach the DA. “Mr. Anderson. I really need to talk about something important.” Alex said; though his eyes barely show any expression whatsoever, but DA Anderson can determine Alex’s seriousness from the way he talks. Mr. Anderson invites Alex into his office while Ryan stays outside flirting Mr. Anderson’s secretary.
“So, what’s your name?” Ryan asks the secretary who was busy with the pile of jobs.
“Jane, Jane Carroway.” She replied by keeping her eyes focused on her job.
“Beautiful name you got there. My name is Ryan Haner. But just call me Ryan. So, um. .” Ryan paused for a second, hoping to come up with an idea of what is he going to ask next.
It’s great because Jane halted her works and glance Ryan with her hazel green eyes, until she opened her mouth to continue the conversation to remove the awkward silence that occur between them. But Ryan didn’t know that the word that will come out from Jane’s mouth is a mean one.
“So Mr. Haner. What business do you have today? Otherwise you can let me continue with my works.” Jane said with a sharp tone.
“Oh yeah. Sure. I’m sorry. But, it’s already midday. How about a lunch before you going back to your duties?” Ryan said as his face turns red because of embarrassment.

Inside DA Anderson’s office, Alex trying to convince Mr. Anderson that death sentence is the only thing Martin deserves to get after everything he has done these past years. But Mr. Anderson keeps with his decision to put Martin in the asylum instead.
“He’s mentally handicapped Alex. Asylum is a prison as well, for that kind of people. And we’re not allowed to put a death sentence to an insane guy like him.”
“That’s his trick, you know that!” Alex yelled
“Im afraid not. I saw the way he talks on the court. He’s really something. He even confessed that he’s guilty, his face doesn’t show any sense of worry like other does when they face the court, and. . . .” before Mr. Anderson even finished talking, Alex interrupted.
“I shall talk to him in person.” Alex said a bit annoyed. He stood up and head trough the door with Mr. Anderson’s name on it. Ryan, who was still trying to persuade Jane to have a lunch with him, diverts his attention when he saw Alex coming out from the office, that’s means they have to go. Ryan didn’t move or even talk, he keeps his glance towards Alex. Alex staring at Ryan whose face looks like begging Alex to stay a bit longer; switch to Miss Jane who’s busy with her works, and then put his unexpressed glance towards Ryan again.
“We can come here again when she’s not busy.” Alex said. Ryan smiling in relief and ask “Where are we going now?”
“Just come with me.” Alex said as he walk towards the elevator, with Ryan behind him, and his head keeps looking back as if he’s hoping for Jane to—even just for a second— switch her attention to see Ryan off.

Hide and Seek Origins: Martin Forthwright Part 1

nmk993 — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 15:03:49 +0000

Out of all the neighborhoods in the vast city of New York City, none of them are as dangerous as Forth street and Wright Avenue. The amount of crime that’s transpired here is vast and numerous as evident by the fact that children are already made gang members at the tender age of ten. This was truly a dangerous neighborhood and its certainly not the type of place that a nice a suburban family are looking for….and believe me…it isn’t…
The neighborhood is constantly filled with poverty extending from the north end towards the south end. People who weren’t familiar with the area could easily get lost or even worse…killed. People who live here are constantly struggling with their lives due to the fact that very few residents could hold down a job, let alone find one and it is because of this that children born here usually have no choice but to join a local gang and earn hard cash on their own.
In this dangerous neighborhood resides a young boy who is both gentle and secluded. He’s the last person one would expect to commit a crime let alone kill someone. Now i know you’re all wondering who this young boy might be so don’t worry….all of you will find out soon enough.
Meet Michael Fuller, a young 8 year old boy and a resident of Forth street and Wright avenue. Born on July 2nd 1982, Michael was rather short for his age. He is frequently teased by his classmates and bullies would often torment him on his way home. But Michael endured. Michael had a strong spirit that was not easily broken by mere bullies. He enjoyed taking long walks around his favorite area…Forth street.
Michael currently lives with his estranged family, comprised of his alcoholic mother, his abusive father, and his bedridden grandmother. Michael would often take long walks or play with his prized star wars action figures to escape the horrors of his family. To him, this family was a nightmare, a living hell on earth that would never stop haunting him. This is where our story begins.
“Michael get your skinny ass down here!” yelled a deep scruffy voice. Michael immediately put down his favorite Luke Skywalker action figure and quickly ran downstairs. He didn’t want to keep his father waiting. “What is it dad?” Michael asked softly. Michael’s father then proceeded to get up from his chair and pick up a long pool stick. Michael’s father was exceedingly tall and he easily towered over the young Michael. Other than that his father was seriously overweight. “Did you deliver the envelope to Doggy?” His father asked with a sketchy tone. Michael could barely answer, so he quickly looked down towards the carpet that hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. Michael was so frightened the he began to shed tears that slowly dripped down from his face. He knew that if he told his father that he hadn’t delivered the letter, he would then face his father’s daily abuse.
“I’m sorry dad but i kind of forgot where i put the letter” Michael responded with a scared tone. His father then began lifting the pool stick over his head preparing to swing it. “Do you have any idea how important that letter is?” his father stammered. Michael couldn’t say a single word. “You pathetic excuse for a son, you lose my letter and all you can say is you’re sorry? Well then you better be prepared for what’s coming to you”. He then proceeded to knock Michael down onto the floor and began beating him severely with the pool stick. The beating was so hard that the stick itself snapped in half. “Well look at that Mikey” his father exclaimed with a huge grin on his face. “You just broke my favorite pool stick”.
Michael then began cuddling up into a ball on the dirty floor. His body badly bruised by his father’s savage beating. The daily abuse was just as worst as hell itself.
Later that night, Michael went on to buy medicine for his sick grandmother at the local pharmacy. It his here that he made a chance encounter with the bullies from his school. “Hey look guys its little Mikey” said a fat boy of the group.”I bet you’re here to buy medicine for your sick little grandma?”. Michael continued to ignore them and proceed home. The bullies quickly followed. “Your grandma’s bound to die sooner or later so why bother wasting your money on medicine?” one of the boys asked. Michael then looked them in the eye. “I don’t need to tell you my reasons you pathetic scumbags” Michael answered. “Well it looks like the little midget can talk guys” laughed one of the boys. “But are you sure that’a the kind of tone you want to use with us?”.
The bullies then proceeded to rob Michael of his money and his medicine and leave him on the sidewalk severely beaten…again. Michael began calling out for help but not a single person came to his aid. People continued to pass by and stare at him. “Why is this happening to me?” Michael thought to himself. “I never asked for this”. Michael then decided to drag himself back home.
When he entered the house he could see his father asleep on his chair with a beer bottle in his hand. His mother had already gone to sleep early right after she got back from work. And his grandmother is the same as always. As soon as he got into his room, Michael immediately sat down at his desk and decided to try something he had never tried before…praying. “If there is god then please listen to what i have to say” Michael prayed. “Please give me the strength to be better than my washed up family…please give me the strength to rise above all others”…..

By Nauval M Kusumah

Hide and Seek Origins: Alex Fiskus Part 5

nmk993 — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 06:11:57 +0000

“All rise, the honorable Judge Mooks presiding” said a man i apparently don’t know. Alex couldn’t believe his eyes at the sight of a real courtroom. “This is amazing” Alex thought to himself. “I’ve been inside a mock courtroom before but not an actual one”. Bill and Heather continued to stare around the courtroom as if they were like children. “Remember Heather just stay calm” Heather said to herself while still keeping a good composure. “This is your moment, you can’t let the guys take all the glory”.
Everyone took their seats at their respective tables. Mr. Clark’s team immediately sat on the table to the left of the defendant who is none other than the perpetrator Tony Danza himself. “I hope you’re ready to go to jail Mr. Danza” Bill smirked at the defendant. “We’ll see about that Mr. Pakston” Tony smirked back at Bill. Bill immediately looked on with shock in his eyes.
“How the hell do you know my name?” Bill asked. Tony just stared into Bill’s eyes as if he knew how the outcome of the prosecution was going to turn out. “I though we were here to view my case, not discuss about acquaintances, Mr. Pakston” Tony replied. Alex couldn’t help but overhear what the two were talking about. “That’s strange” Alex thought to himself. “He shouldn’t know Bill’s name”.
Mr. Clark then proceeded to gather the three students and brief them on the situation. “We call the defendant, Mr. Tony Danza to the stand” said Mr. Clark with confidence in his tone. Tony proceeded to the stand with a huge grin on his face which no doubt disgusted the three young lawyers especially Alex. “Who the hell does this guy think he is?” Alex thought to himself.
Mr. Clark then began questioning Tony about the rape and murder of Rachel Bernstein which went on for more than thirty minutes, but the results did not make much of a difference to tilt the scale in their favor. The judge and the jury continued to ignore the evidence presented to them as if they’re being paid off by someone from the outside.
The case itself lingered on for more than two months after so many recalls. But to no avail. It was almost as if the case had begun to disappear entirely. All the lawyers of the prosecution office had begun to steer away from the case as if someone was telling them to leave it alone. No doubt a third part was responsible for this. And none other than Alex Fiskus realized this. “Alex its no use, just let it go already” Heather begged. “You actually think i’m just going to stand here and watch that bastard walk away with that smug face of his?” Alex replied with anger. “I know how you feel, but this case is beyond any of us” Heather explained. “If we go too deep i believe this case will put our lives in danger, i care more about you and Bill than trying to put Tony Danza in jail.”
Alex couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Heather and Bill, his two best friends, turning their backs on the career they had chosen. “So this is how it is” Alex exclaimed. “So you’re all just gonna walk away? I expected more from you guys”. “Alex this is beyond our control” Bill exclaimed. “Five lawyers were shot for speaking out, including Mr. Clark. We’re just trying to look out for you”. “Well you don’t have to because i’m going to go out there right now and set things straight in my own way!” Bill and Heather could only look on as they watched their best friend walk into the dark streets of New York city.
Alex eventually manages to stalk and track down Tony Danza as he exited a local club. Alex then proceeded to drag him into a dark alley and began beating him severely. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tony asked in confusion. Alex refused to listen to his desperate pleas and proceeded to strangle him to death. Although before Tony could draw his last breath, Alex immediately stopped at the last minute and looked at his own hands in horror. “I can’t do this” Alex stuttered. “I’m not like you. I won’t become like you”. Tony Danza, now beaten and exhausted, could only look at Alex bewildered and confused.
“I’m not going to kill you. You’re not even worth killing.” Alex exclaimed. Instead of killing Tony, Alex decides to leave Tony now beaten to a pulp, alone in the dark alley. Alex then proceeds to wander out alone into the city, now deprived of his faith and his will shaken even further. “So what now?” Alex thought to himself. “What should i do?”……..”I will find my formal calling and end this corruption”….

By Nauval M Kusumah

Hide and Seek Origins: Alex Fiskus Part 4

nmk993 — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 02:04:05 +0000

In the car, Bill couldn’t help but jump up and down in his seat at the thought of being in a real life case, especially a high profile case like this one. “Can you believe it guys? We’re actually going to be part of an actual case” said Bill with a huge smile on his face. Alex on the other hand was determined to see this case through with diligence not with excitement. Alex couldn’t help but think that this was the call of justice he had been looking for.
“Come on Bill could you settle down please?” Heather exclaimed. “Oh come on Heather aren’t you excited? Just admit you’re as excited as I am.” said Bill gleefully. “Well of course i’m excited but unlike some people i actually know how to keep a good composure, right Mr. Clark?” Heather smirked at Bill. “You’re absolutely right Heather. Bill you should listen to Heather, because i think she knows what she’s talking about.” Mr. Clark said with sarcasm. “Yeah okay.” Bill sighed.
“Could you tell me more about the case?” Asked Alex. Mr. Clark looked into the eyes of three young apprentice lawyers and realized that they were really serious about this opportunity, where as most people would take this chance as an easy way out into the world. “Okay Alex, what do you want to know about this case?” asked Mr. Clark. “Everything” Alex replied. Mr. Clark had never seen Alex with such curiosity. “Very well Alex here’s what we know so far, a young girl named Rachel Bernstein was allegedly raped by a man named Tony Danza, but my group has had a hard time prosecuting him” Mr. Clark exclaimed. “Why do you think that is Mr. Clark?” asked Bill. “Well we have rock hard evidence, but strangely the judge and the jury just turn a blind eye towards the evidence.” Mr. Clark sighed.
“Is it possible that they’re being paid off?” Alex suggested “What as in bribery? Its a possibility but Tony Danza is not a wealthy man and he’s not naturally a criminal, he’s just a man who committed a crime due to human instinct, not because he’s desperate to live.” Mr. Clark explained. “Do you suppose he has connections with someone?” Alex asked again, this time intently. “We checked his background and we can’t find anyone who would be able to bribe for Mr. Danza.” Mr. Clark explained again.
Alex began summarizing the details in his head as if he were a child on a sugar rush. “Wow Alex i think you’re a natural at this.” Heather exclaimed excitedly. “Oh sure compliment the guy who rarely speaks.” Bill smirked. “Well i’m just stating the obvious because Alex apparently studied more than the rest of us.” Heather exclaimed. While Bill and Heather argue, Alex continued thinking about the case. “Could there really be a third party involved in this?” Alex thought to himself. “If so then who is he?”
“Oh yeah i bet you guys will definitely want to hear this.” Bill said excitedly. The others turned to him with their ears wide open. “I heard that there’s this criminal who’s only 24 years old and he’s already rising and making a name for himself.” Bill exclaimed. “Who?” Heather asked with curiosity. “No one knows his name, all I know is that he joined a group called the Nuns with Guns.” Bill explained. Alex immediately opened his eyes to the shocking news of a criminal who’s one year younger than him and he’s already out there killing people…….

By: Nauval M Kusumah

Hide and Seek Origins: Alex Fiskus Part Three

nmk993 — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 05:43:58 +0000

Alex is now 25 and finishing his final year at Harvard. “The years were tough when i first got in.”. “Everyone seems so determined to become a full fledged lawyer”. The strange days at Harvard are about to begin.

“Bill, wake up” Heather whispered. She realized she had to keep her tone down because everyone was busy listening to Mr. Clark’s lecture on how to present new evidence in court which seemed to have no end. “Just five more minutes mommy” Bill mumbled loudly. Heather became really embarrassed the minute bill started mumbling to himself. She could hear the other students who were sitting just a few inches behind her giggling at Bill’s mindless babble.

“Why don’t you try pulling his leg hair?” Alex exclaimed. “Good idea” Heather replied. Heather immediately lifted Bill’s pants and pulled a strand of hair with a pair of tweezers, which then immediately caused Bill to wake up in a fit of pain. “What the heck was that for?!” Bill yelled. “Excuse me young man but people came here to learn and do something about their lives, but if you wish to cause a disturbance then you’re welcome to leave the classroom” said Mr. Clark in a very sharp tone. “I’m so sorry sir it won’t happen again” Bill replied embarrassed.

Heather began giggling to herself softly, while Alex just nodded off the situation as if it were a minor setback. “Okay whose idea was it?” Bill demanded in a joking fashion. “It was Alex’s idea, I just went along with it” Heather replied and still giggling after all this time.

“Oh come on Alex I thought roomies were suppose to look out for each other man” Bill exclaimed. Alex just sat there silently, still listening to the lecture as if he were a robot. “Oh well I guess there’s no point in asking Alex anything i mean he’s like a study machine or something” teased Heather. “Yeah whatever” Bill replied

As soon as the bells rang, everyone immediately left the room in a hurry. Alex, Heather, and Bill decided to linger in order to talk about certain things as they usually do. “Hey Alex you want to go grab a few drinks at the pub again” Bill offered gleefully “I heard that the hot bartender’s shift is tonight”. “Sure i could use a few drinks” Alex replied giving a soft smile as usual. “Sorry guys you can count me out, I have to go visit my dad at the hospital” Heather responded. “That’s okay you can go and visit your dad, it’ll just be me and Alex” exclaimed Bill. “Tell your dad i said hi okay?” said Alex. “Okay i will” Heather replied.

At the pub, Bill and Alex would usually talk about what he refers to as “the time of the men” which to this day Alex still could not understand. Bill and Alex were close friends as seen how Bill would often tell Alex how to pick up girls even though Bill himself was terrible at his own game. Alex on the other hand seemed to attract girls on his own without any effort at all, which sometimes annoyed Bill.

“Bill I think i’m going to call it a night…is that okay with you?” asked Alex. “Oh no problem” Bill replied

Alex and Bill are room mates sharing the same apartment due to both of them having rent problems. Alex didn’t know how he was going to tell Bill and Heather that he’s been planning to move back to New York after his term in harvard was over. Over time Alex grew close to Bill and Heather despite his rather silent nature. Despite being close friends with them, Alex still had trouble interacting with people in general. By the time Alex reached his apartment, he immediately changed his clothes and went to bed.

The next morning Alex sees a group of students hurdling around the school bulletin board. “What’s going on?” asked Alex. “I don’t know” Heather replied. Alex and Heather then decide to move a little closer to see what all the commotion is about. Suddenly they spot a familiar face running towards them from the crowd. “You guys we made it!” Bill yelled. “Made what?” asked Heather. “We along with four other students have been chosen as interns on the Rachel Bernstein case” Bill replied happily

“Are you serious?…you’re not joking right?” Heather asked again in order to make sure. “Yes i’m very sure, so its you, me, and Alex working on this high profile case”. Bill exclaimed happily. The two of them immediately hugged but Alex couldn’t help but feel that this case was going to change his life. “Hey man isn’t this awesome?” said Bill with a huge smile on his face. Alex just stood there silently, staring at the billboard……..

By: Nauval M Kusumah

Hide and Seek Origins: Alex Fiskus Part Two

nmk993 — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:55:34 +0000

Day 562 at Saint Carrie’s orphanage and things are the same as ever for young Alex Fiskus who had just turned 16. “I feel exactly the same since the day my parents died”. “Its as if time had stopped at that particular event and god just won’t let me forget it”.

During his stay at the orphanage, Alex still had difficulty making friends. Instead, he enjoyed confiding in the caretakers who looked after him. “Sister Mary often talked to me when the other kids went outside to play”. “She was kind and understanding but that did not change the fact that she was not my mother”. “I yelled at her once to leave me alone during one of my bad days but she still wanted to talk to me”.

Rather than playing outside Alex enjoyed reading detective novels with Sherlock Holmes being a source of inspiration. “I remember calling out Sister Mary’s name and telling her how excited I was at wanting to be a lawyer or a detective”. “And as usual she always applauded me”.

There was a reason why Alex seemed to favor Sister Mary over the others. “Sister Mary was around my age”. “I was pretty much the oldest in the orphanage and the only teenager”. “She told me how she decided to quit school and become a nun in order to help people like myself and how she also grew up here in the orphanage”. “My relationship with her was almost romantic maybe even intimate, but that’s all i can tell you about that”.

Alex graduated high school with honor and eventually he was accepted into harvard law school where he will eventually major in the art of law and politics. “We’re almost there…my story is worth hearing…for my past will have answers to future events”….

To Be Continued

By: Nauval M Kusumah

The Day Osama Bin Laden Went to War(yeah like that could ever happen)

nmk993 — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:15:40 +0000

Out of all those over rated war stories, I’ve rarely heard about ones where Osama bin Laden took part in one…well my little people i’m about to tell you a war storie unlike any other(no seriously)…”oh my goodness we must prepare for war against the “evil” american government” yelled Osama towards his men in an apparently thick Arabian accent…”Lahad-Lahad preparing for duty sir”…”Who are you???” Osama asked confused…”I’m sergeant Lahad-Lahad sir” the soldier responded…”Lahad-Lahad??? what the hell kind of name is that???…”My mother gave me that name because it’s simple and easy to remember” the soldier replied…”Lahad-Lahad??? as in Zero-Zero???…”Yes Sir…My god sir how many times must i repeat myself…you’re as dumb as you look on TV…how do you plan to go to war with that kind of thinking????…hahahaha

Written by: Nauval M Kusumah

Brangelina and The Art of Adoption

nmk993 — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:56:35 +0000

I’ve always found adoption rather touching wouldn’t you agree??…I wouldn’t mind adopting some foreign Asian kid from poverty(cuz I’m Asian myself)…and of course I would luv him or her with all my heart(i dunno…i’ve never been the caring father type)…But of course if I wanted to adopt a vietnamese kid I’d have to get in line and boy what a long line it is…It’s no surprise to me that Brangelina gets first dibs cuz they’v pretty much adopted half of the Asian population…I mean look at how many kids they’ve got already…Holy Crap!!!…C’mon people let the Asians adopt some of their own kind for once…hmph white people have all the fun…hahahaha…just a joke…

Written by: Nauval M Kusumah

Project 11

nmk993 — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:38:24 +0000

Our gang

1. Me(the kong)

2. Ryan(the boss and event planner)

3. Adri(the mild gamer)

4. Reisha(the monkey)

5. Keval(the big foot)

6. Angga(the alien)

7. Jodie(the PSP made in china)

8. Abyan(the extreme gamer)

9. Raihan(the bruce lee wannabe)

10. Ikman(the robot)

11. Ihdam(the ustad)

+11. Gerry(the soldier man)

Hide and Seek Origins: Alex Fiskus Part One

nmk993 — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:07:23 +0000

While growing up, Alex Fiskus lived the life most people could only dream of. Born into the wealthiest family in New York City, Alex lived life in a luxurious fashion. “I had everything i could ever ask for, but I always felt like something was missing”. “Maybe my life just lacked purpose”. Alex was born Alexander Fiskus De’Antonio on July 16th 1981 to Fernandes De’Antonio and Teresa Fiskus.”This is how it all started”.
Alex’s father was a baron from Spain who went to America to negotiate business dealings with a high class company in New York City. it was by sheer chance that Alex’s would be mother, Teresa happened to be a member of the board of directors.
As soon as they entered into a relationship, Teresa soon found herself pregnant a year after having met Fernandes. The couple eventually married soon after. “I was pretty much born into the world like any other child, weak and frail and with no knowledge of the inner workings of this world”. “My father desired me to have a strong name, one that would spread throughout our nobility”
Fernandes and Teresa were blessed with their first born son. His parents cared for him with such sincerity that it almost bordered on over protection. “I guess you could call me a spoiled brat or even a mama’s boy”. “I got everything I wanted from toys to even the most expensive of luxuries.” “There was no limit to what i could ask for”. The De’Antonio family enjoyed world travel and would always bring little Alex with them. Alex was close to his mother. Considering he had no friends, his parents were pretty much the only friends he ever had. But a devastating disaster would soon tear this loving family to pieces.
A stock and bank crisis occurred in New York City which rendered the De’Antonio family completely broke. The once wealthiest family in NYC had just hit bankruptcy. Fernandes and Teresa could not stand living life in poverty especially for little Alex, so instead they decided to commit suicide together and hope that Alex would be adopted by a better family at the orphanage. “The day my parents committed suicide, I realized that money was poison”. “It was deeply heartbreaking and that event would be the one that would haunt me for the rest of my life…………”

To be continued….

By: Nauval M. Kusumah