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  1. Timberwolf

    The Woods

    He strolls into the clearing, climbing the gentle mound, and sits down at the top, looking our over his beloved Woods Ah, it's so nice to be home again he thinks to himself. A slight smile creeps across his wolfish face and he nods. My family will be home again soon.
  2. Timberwolf

    The Email

    Dear Telenaz, Do you remember that café we met in? I remember it like it was yesterday. Akram, Fadhil, Baravan, Zamanlabib and I went in there for a drink after our football match. We were so excited and happy. We had beat the club from Taji. This was the third time we’ve played them this year and we finally beat them. We couldn’t believe it. Fadhil and Baravan each scored a goal for us. We were causing such a racket because we had won. Then you walked in with your friends, Dleen and Kayoosh. As soon as my eyes found out, I knew you would be the woman I was going to marry. I just needed to find out who your family was, so I could convince your father that I was the right man for you. When you looked at me, and our eyes met, my heart just stopped. You owned me with your eyes. You game me such a sweet smile. I went back to the café the next week in the hope that you would come again. I had almost given up when you walked in. This time you were only with Kayoosh. You looked at me and smiled again. I stayed and drank so much chai while I watched you and Kayoosh. You would sneak glances at me when she wasn’t looking. It was so exciting. When you got up to leave, you signaled discreetly that you would be back the next week. I hoped you would come alone so I could talk to you. The next week, I sat with my chai and waited for you to arrive. As soon as you walked through the door, I was so excited. You looked so shy this time, but then I noticed that you didn’t bring any of your friends. I asked you if you would like drink, and you asked for a sharbat. I stood up to walk over to the counter, and I tripped on the table. I was so embarrassed, but you didn’t laugh, you were concerned that I was OK. Thank you for that. Telenaz, I remember how we sat and drank our sharbat and talked about our families. We talked about our hobbies. I remembered how interested you were in football. I remember how you asked so many questions, wanting to understand it. I remember asking you about the books you read and the stories you wrote. I remember asking you about all the characters. They were so interesting. You knew the entire life of all of the characters in your stories. As we sat in that café, week after week, we started writing stories together. You challenged me to create characters that weren’t simple. You challenged me to create characters that were like real people. You taught me how to be creative. I remember teaching you how to play chess. You never really liked it very much, but you played it with me while we talked and talked. We talked about our future plans. We talked about what we wanted to study at university. What talked about what we wanted to do with our lives. What we wanted to do with for our families. As the weeks went by, our dreams started to include each other. Going to university together. We talked about what it would be like to spend our lives together. We talked about what I would need to do to convince your father to allow me to take your hand in marriage. I remember the day I had to tell you that I was drafted into the army. Our chai was filled with the tears we shed. Do you remember the promises we made? We promised that we would wait until I finished my tour of duty. It would only be two years. We could wait that long. That wouldn’t be a problem, two years is such a short time. Then I would have saved some money and I could approach your father and ask for your hand in marriage. We hugged each other close, wanting to kiss, but we knew we couldn’t, not just yet. I left the next day for basic training. In my pocket I had that picture we took together. Through my sixteen weeks of basic training, we wrote emails to each other every week. Our emails filled with love and promises. As my basic training was finishing, we promised to meet at the café again. Oh, how I looked forward to seeing you again. Those sixteen weeks seemed an eternity, but worth it for the money I saved while in basic training. I remember as I walked down the lane to the café. My heart filled with so much love and excitement. Did you feel the same? I believe you did. My heart tells me you did. Oh, my Telenaz. Did you hear the rocket coming? I heard it. The sounds made me stop in my tracks. I couldn’t move. Then I saw our café explode in and outward spray of rubble and dust as the world was shattered by the explosion and I was thrown to the ground by the concussion. I stumbled through the rubble to the whole that was our café. Nothing but broken bits of stone, wood, and massive amounts of blood. I was covered in blood as I worked my way through the blood looking for any sign that you might have been there, hoping you had not. Then I found the remnants of your scarf. That’s all I could find. My world died that day my Telenaz. I went back to my command when I could find nothing of you. I needed to know what happened. Who had attacked us. A civil war had broken out between the Christians and Yazidism. I was so angry with what happened to you, that I had to beg them to let me go to go to the front lines. I needed to revenge you. Things were very chaotic at the beginning of the war, and we lost quite a few people at the start, but we did start turning things around. After 6 months of being in a regular solider, I volunteered for Black Division, which is our special forces division. I had to go through 3 months of special training. Once I finished my training, I was immediately sent out to make my first kill. I thought this would be very hard, but I remembered what happened to you, and I found it quite easy. Because of what they did to you, I found it very easy to kill. I very quickly moved up the ranks. It has now been two years since I lost you. I found myself back in our town. It has changed so much. So many buildings have been destroyed. I found myself walking down the road of where our café was. I found the space that was once our café. All that’s there was a couch, a brazier. Most of the rubble had been cleared away. I decided to have a sit and relax. My phone vibrated so I had a look. You can imagine my surprise when I saw that I had received an email from you. Are you alive?
  3. Timberwolf

    What's Been Goin On

    Well, it has been awhile. Yes, I wrote a story a few days ago and posted it and I've posted here and there trough out NL. I figured I should write a blog post and let people know what's going on with me. Back in April of 2017, I went to the States to visit my kids and my family. Before I went back to the States, I really got the urge to play ice hockey again. Now, just to give you an idea of how long it's been, the last time I played competitive hockey was back in 1989,. Since that time, I had skated 1 time since then, and that was on February 16, 2016 when Tracy and I went to the little sheet of ice at one of the local malls here in Bangkok, Thailand, (see video below), and it was a lot of fun. Then on August 20, 2016, Tracy and I went to Central Grand Rama 9 and we saw 2 games put on by the Bangkok Ice Hockey League (BIHL). I did a vlog and a podcast about it back then. It was a lot of fun. Granted these players weren't superstars, but some of them were pretty good. It was a lot of fun. From this, I was contact by a couple of members from the BIHL, they were getting ready to start their own league, which was the Siam Hockey League (SHL). I met with the president of the SHL, John, and the treasurer, Christian. We sat down and discussed what they would like me to do for the SHL. What they wanted me to do at that time was to talk about what was going on with the SHL in my podcast, and come out to a few games and interview players. I ended up doing a 10-20 minute news show about the games that happened over that week. I also went to every game and interviewed the player of the game after the games. I had so much fun doing this, and I got to know quite a few of the players. By getting to know these guys, and watching them play, it really spurred my desire to play again. Then April of 2017, I went back to the States to visit my kids and family, and I decided to pick up hockey gear while I was there. When I got back, I started playing in the Thursday night shinny hockey, which is pick up hockey for those that don't know what shinny is. This was a lot of fun. A lot of the guys were happy to see me put the pads back on. My first game back was pretty rough, but I get a little bit better all the time. During the off season of the SHL, their Admin guy moved from Bangkok to Singapore, so they asked me if I would like to take off these tasks, which I jumped at. I would continue doing my interview and news show. I also have updated their website and kept track of their stats. I would also be doing the score keeping for the SHL. While things were getting ready for the SHL to kick off, I was contacted by the organizers of the Land of Smiles Tournament, a long running tournament here in Bangkok. They have teams that come from all over the world. They wanted me to interview the player of the games for the games that I could make it to. And then, on the Saturday of the tournament, they asked me if I would make a some announcements, which I was happy to do. Once the SHL kicked off, I found it I was a lot busier than I expected I would be. The second season of the SHL is winding down, and although I've been pretty busy, I have enjoyed it, and I'm looking forward to doing it again next season. Also, during the SHL season, one of my friends in the SHL, Lance, asked me if I was interested in playing ball hockey. I did this a few time, but I found it difficult with how much I was doing with the SHL, though I do plan on starting to play ball hockey again. During my time playing shinny hockey, one of the guys I played with, Ob, he asked me to be on his team in the BIHL next season, so I'm really looking forward to that. Also, the Flying Farangs have asked me to take care of their website as well, so I've been doing that. LOL. I just keep adding more and more things. But, the SHL's season is winding down, so I'm finding myself with more free time again, so I can come back here, which, for me, is always a good thing. Well, I think that's about all, though I'm sure @hirondelle will come by and remind me of a few things, which I will add edits for. LOL. Always Remember: If there is something you think you might be interested in, you should give it try. You never know, you just might love it.
  4. Timberwolf

    Happy Anniverary

    To the lovely @hirondelle. On this day 12 years ago, I stepped off that plane and into your arms, and you have made me so happy. I love you so much. Happy Anniversary my love.
  5. Dulcet

    New Heights

    For the longest time I have had to the urge to write. Or at the very least, express my feelings about stuff going on in my life. This has been very hard over the past year due to some major changes in my life as well some major changes beyond my control. For those that do not know, I live with a condition called bipolar. I'm in a federally funded government program that provides housing for people like me with mental illness and I have been in the program since 2009. Since I have been in the program I have done very well and have gotten a better grapple on my illness. I am able to manage my symptoms more effectively and control my anger better than before. However, there is still some work to be done. Over the past year, a lot of good things have happened. Our complex got bought out so we were forced to move to another location, which is in a much nicer area. I also finally have landed two really decent room mates who are not that crazy and have some sort of geek card,which is a blessing. For years I had terrible room mates I dreaded and this community has served as a refuge for me for many years, regardless of the boards being up or down. The good news is there is light at the end of the tunnel. In the spring I will be graduating from American InterContinental University Online with a BS in IT. I have no idea what I want to do with it yet, but with that degree I will finally be able to get a real job and afford a better place for me and my room mates. Also, in the spring we are moving out to a building across the way our landlord bought along with the buildings he did when we moved. The catch is we have to do our chores regularly to a tee because our staff wants to write us a good letter of recommendation. Carrot over our heads. The reality is, with a degree I'll be able to get a better job and hopefully a better place for us. That's the good news. The bad news is pretty shitty for me. The program I'm in is through the county's health department and DuPage is up there with the richest, so it does indeed provide good mental health services. However, since I moved here in December, they switched over to a new system around the time Trump took office. I'll remind you we are a federally funded program so Bruce Rauner's BS didn't affect us. But they have refused to let me see a therapist until I go to a group at these certain locations. More importantly, they want me to work on something short term and specific with the therapist. Well I'm being specific by writing this blog and I need an outlet to express my emotions. Holding them in is not healthy for me. I am doing fine, yes, and there is no need to worry, but this is the longest period in my life I have gone without seeing a therapist. I do have a case worker that manages my case, but she is not licensed. She does help me with my diabetes which I currently struggling with, but as far as i can tell the best excuse I have gotten from management is "There is a lot of changes with funding and the government now." And for fuck's sake, I do hate Trump, but this is beyond political. I'm stable and being denied service. Think of all the others who need the service more desperately that are being denied. For the county to deny service like this is a big deal. My housing is secure, which is good, but I cannot say the same for others. That is why I glad I will be out of the situation I have been in soon. The most frustrating thing is I do not have anyone to relate to. I'm the only one in two buildings that has any hope at getting a decent job. I say this as I am the only one who goes to school and plans to get OFF social security checks. When you live on the fixed income we do, you are not allowed to earn over a certain amount (usually $2000/month). So you're stuck in a clusterfuck. When you live in a community where goals are not set too high, it's tough. That's why I would like to talk to normal or other people outside of my little bubble. Brain cells are wasting away. I'm the smart guy for reading and knowing what logic is.