Musings

Post script recovering from the previous "disturbing" post.

This is a more personal posting mainly because anything else is currently escaping from my mind. How often do people talk but their words have no substance. Almost akin to what I am doing now. I need to bring out the journal.

In the meantime, here's a short story I created one night on a spur on the moment on MSN messenger.

Pasperou. Doing Homework says:

please do tell

Oculus says:

Of a story of tragedy, woe and faith?

Oculus says:

And so you shall have it

About A Boy

Omar was but a simple boy in Palestine

He cared not for the finer things in life

All he needed was the dirt under his feet, the clear blue sky, the shining stars at night

What for he the riches of the Imperialistic Westerners?

But Omar has not yet realized that the Westerners were never content with what they had

They came, always looking, always searching

Our people have been killed they said. Our people have been murdered. Your kind did it. Your kind are guilty

And they slaughtered Omar's people in the thousands

His village was wiped out in a night

Planes of the infidels he was told. Screaming Eagles of Doom and Destruction that had obliterated his village in a single silvery swoop

He was transported after that, with what was left of his family. Of his eight brothers and sisters only two remained. And his mother with them. There was no time to bury them for Israeli trucks came to take them away with fierce soldiers pushing and shoving

Their house and all the rest were crushed and driven over by a monstrous bulldozer that tore down two storey houses with ease

He ended up in a camp. A temporary camp he was told. Lies, he already knew at a young age. All lies. The dirt here was different from the ones back home. There was the aura of disease and pestilence which seemed ingrained into it's grains

Still, Omar made the most of his life. He made friends with some children who like him, were survivors of a wrecked home.

He enjoyed his time with them. There was nothing to do in the time otherwise. They spent it trying to become proficient in a Imperialistic Western game called Socur.

Slowly he began to heal, perhaps inside and out. There was still naught to do but now he had the comfort of friends and in a sense a predictableness in his life long gone that terrible nights many Summers ago

Alas for him, it was not to last. Another fine hot day as the sun beat down, he and his friends played Socur as was their wont

Omar had the ball, and was about to pass it to Ahmed when Ahmend suddenly stiffened as a puff of red appeared on the side of his head. Someone has thrown a dessert Omar thought, his ideas still naive.

Thats when he saw the blood and the gaping wound which seemed to suck him unto itself deeper and deeper down into a whole of red and purple

He ran. He ran as though nothing else mattered

He managed to make it back to camp with only a few scrapes and bruises.

Unlike twelve of his companions who lay dead. Target practice for a bored platoon

He thought rest and relief would appear as he finally trudged round the last corner towards the camp

It was when he found out the massive pillar of smoke blotting into the sky was not a bonfire as he had cheerily thought in his desperate flight back.

The camp looked like a scene out of hell

Attack helicopters looking for all the world like malavolent black hornets scuttled back and forth smoke lipping from their noses. People fell. The stench of burning flesh was everywhere.

And somewhere a boy began to scream...

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Fish Fish Fish Fish Fish Fish Fish Fish ad naseum and then Fish somemore. Fish all this Seabass Fish it all, Fish this stupified piece of cod everything. Fish it all. Fishing A entertaining entry isn't it? NO FISHING Salmon.

Fish it... seriously Fish it. I got no where else to write it and this will go here. Fish seriously just so Fishing piranhas off and even more Fishing pike off knowing that I can't be plankton off but for Fishs sake all I want to do is basically ??? something. Someone. I don't give a saltfish. Can't stand no more mechwarrior games. Salt, really wish I was playing GTA right now. Could rack up a krill count so high it'd be, higher than a hippy. Fish.

Grouperdamit, so Peruvian Tetra and I can't even articulate why. Just this boiling rage that I just want to go out and seriously Fishing gut something. Sandperch and barramundi, Sardines and damselfish, level a new Goby village, level it all. Fishing Halibut, LEVEL IT ALL. Nobody reads this Damselfish blog anyways. Fishing Hake, so sick of not being allowed to say what I want, not being allowed to show how I feel, stuck in, hemmed in, broken, beaten down and expected to get up and fight and goddamn do I want to start tearing silverfish up. Fishing Hippo Tang, tomorrow I am buying those Fishing weights and hauling them back from Maloo. Fish it. I need the weights. Alternatively, I'm going boxfish someone's squirrelfish in with that Fishing steel rod. So Fishing pufferfish. Just so Fishing Percula Clown that the things in the past now make it my fault, now make it a relfection upon me. Now just totally just Fished off. Totally and utterly Fished off. Have to go Seahorse something now.

GREEN! GREEN! GREEN!

It is 12:05am and I probably should be sleeping but I just had to pen this article. I was just watching a episode of Penn and Tellers Bullshit ( a wonderful show with a unfortunate tendency to bias on occasion but at least it’s the opposing view of things people take for granted)

I just watched a show about Environmental Hysteria. Well, I say watched. I got to about half way before I realized that I have the same type of ideals as the beloved Peoples Action Party of Singapore even though I used to be against it.

Those who know me would certainly ask why. And to this I would say that I am firmly in favor of protests requiring a police permit because unless these people knew exactly what they are in favor of are protesting for they are seriously causing a disruption to everyday life for the rest of the citizens.

To put it simply, the show interviewed a lady called Julia Butterfly Hill. A woman who once spent two years up a Redwood tree in an effort to prevent it from being cut down. She succeeded and all the more power to her I say considering the age of the tree and I am not one who dislikes natures own relics. Mind you, I’d be thinking of it more in terms of showing the need for more effective government but it’s a two way thing.

What caused me to stop the set was her saying and I quote “I would never take something from life that I don’t need”. All the while sitting there in well, normal modern clothing, wearing a chain around her neck with a butterfly pendant on it and earrings.

Now most of you would say “So what?” Well, think of this for a moment. That bloody pendant required the bloody raw material out of the earth somewhere. Someone is mining for that ore. Someone else is then further refining, smelting that ore and thereupon it gets sent to or bought by the various craftsmen who shape the raw material into the desired shape and then colour it with further chemicals and pigmentation. As for the chain she used, either that was plastic with bits of bead threaded through or just all plastic. Either way, aren’t plastics bad for the environment? Wouldn’t a real environmentalist then actually all wear pretty much the same drab utilitarian clothing so that as little industry is used and its not environmentally affecting anything? Wouldn’t they stop using, buying or creating extra demands for all that electronic equipment they use at rallies. All that face paint they eventually wash up and make it enter into the water supply where it has to get filtered again or all those trees that died for those freaking paper mache dolls or masks or whatever the fuck.

And the message is confusing as heck too. First they want to shut down or stop the big corporations because they’re damaging the environment and then they say the reason they do that is because if the environment deteriorates, industries will fail and then people will lose their jobs and anarchy will spread. Um??? I really wshould advertise this blog more cause I wish someone could answer these freaking questions! Logically!

Bible Study Part II

I have just purchased a King James version of the Bible from a Christian bookstore somewher ein Far East Plaza. Nice classic looking book. In other words, leather binding and well, goldish looking lettering on cover. Sleek. I have read up to page 2 and I have realized to post all the questions I feel need addressing are beyond the scope of this blog. It would simply overwhelm it.

Hence, anyone interested in my research into this text would do well to look at my alternative blog

http://doomdoomwoeisme.blogspot.com/

Created when I wanted to mock the depressive statement of most blogs. it never worked out and rather poor choice of name now it is yet seemingly apt for a text such as the Bible. There will be two main, constantly edited parts.

One part deals with all the precepts listed in the Bible that a full believer should live their life by. (No inerpretations! This is an important retieration! If you are of this faith and you believe then you claim that the whole book has been written by God as proxy and the words cannot be altered! God can do no wrong but man definitely is no god when it comes to translation)

The second part deals with the questions raised as I read through it. I.e How the people began to multiply so rapidly from just Adam and Eve who were stated to be the only two people on Earth but suddenly Seth (Adam's third son) is raising his own family bu not listed as having obtained children through his mother (only female on planet as of that section).

This is probably the last thing to do with Bible related reading material to be posted on this blog and everything else will be on the cheerful 'doomdoomwoeisme' site.

Le Placebo Effect (s'French for The Placebo Effect)

The placebo effect, a symbol of man's mind to successfully fool the body if the conviction of the mind is strong enough. Scientists are now just beginning to understand it's effects but from what I can deduce from the behaviours of others and myself, it seems like a long established thing always. But due process must be followed for once you throw that out of the window it is easy to get any half number ninnies claiming to have gotten an alien probe up the jacksie.

At any rate, there is evidence that the placebo effect to some extent can actually modify completely our perception of reality as itis. The example I saw was on a documentry nicely funded by the National Geographic channel. The test subject had a hot iron held to his arm. Painful enough to possibly make him regret his decision about being a test subject but not hot enough to burn. After subjecting him to the iron whilst monitoring his brain activity. The researchers proceeded to give him two placebo pills (sugar of course. If nothing the placebo effect could be associated with diabetes... haha...) and told him it was a new pain killing drug. 15 minutes after taking the pills the subject's brain patterns subsequently showed a decrease in the registration of pain by the subject until eventually no reaction could be elicited even when the iron was put to the skin. The subject simply did not register the heat/pain believing the pain killer was in effect. Certainly says something about the mind...

Codex Sinaiticus

Doing research on the various Bible types. There is no doubt that the most literally translated Bible is Young's Literal Translation. However, even a cursory examination of it showed that the wording was way too arcane to be trifled with but it reads well. All the chapters (biblegateway.com) read well. Arcane sounding but with good english and thought it works. Well.. after a fashion but I'll be mogadored if I know what Ghenna of fire is.

Kings James is of course the preferred Standard and it seems that version is the most quoted one. The other suggested new life versions were of course easier to understand but I feel the chance of altered message is still there and so I shall probably go with the 21st Century King James. If I need help I'll use Bible gateway for the E-Z-Read Bible as they seem like.


I've been doing research on the oldest bible. The Codex Sinaiticus. The text is the oldest surviving Biblical text. Split into 4 parts and with the British Museum holding the majority of pieces thay are coordinating with the other piece holders (in Russia) to make a digital translation. Good luck to them. I post this because of the significance. Both the Codex Sinaiticus and Codex Vaticanus omit the word "without cause" in Matthew 5:22. A very very significant change. The old one says any man angry with his brother is in danger of some serious judgement, council or hellfire. Can't imagine what judgement is or Council but my guess is smiting than stoning respectively. Older one doesn't have the "safety net" of "without cause" Interesting ommission... or addition as it were.

Bible Study

I have resolved tomorrow to gout and purchase a Bible and read it from cover to cover. Hopefully within the time period Evelyn Waugh set Randolph Churchill during World War II. Waugh, in an atempt to shut Randolph up bet him he couldn't finishing reading the Bible in 2 weeks. He had not counted upon the younger Churchill's fascination with a religious text which he had hiretho never encountered before punctuating the reading with comments (and I quote) "Isn't this a shit!"

The exact meanings of such comments are, I presume lost to time. However, in my bid to understand the religious perspective, I have decided to undergo this endavour. Starting with the Bible of course, the most familiar text to me along with the majority of the Western population to some extent or another. Who could forget Noah's Ark?

I have attempted to source the most accurate Bible available, I.E one which is closest in all meanings intent and message, to the original in Hebrew. While I'm at it, I might as well search for the crew of the Mary Celeste since that'll be an easier job. For a text which has been translated from Americ, to Hebrew to Greek, Latin, Olde English, Olde German, French, etc.... there can be no doubt that certain translators endavoured to make what thy felt was the "intent" behind the Bible's Holy Writing rather than what was down there right on the paper. Words may have not changed but a single word where none was before can radically alter the message. This would be totally harmful to my purpose for reading it cover to cover.

I have decided to read up on the Bible without outside interference. The Bible is said to be God's True Holy Word. No errors, no mistakes, and definitely no metaphors. Approaching it rationally, as a believer, every single word written in the Bible is true, no mixing of analogies and actual real life events. None of that "I'll interpret it for you" sort of thing. Just reading what is fully written down and listing out all the important events (some might argue the whole thing is important in which case, you can bloody read it yourself cause I'm not copying it out verbatim) as well as listing all the precepts God has set own in this book containing his Holy Word. And when I mean ALL PRECEPTS. I mean ALL PRECEPTS. Not just the 10 Commandments. EVERYTHING. And none of the "reinterpreting it for modern times" Oh no. Cause thats just well, hogwash. If it is the Holy Word of God than it must be read as appropriate to the time period. In regards to the Bible, that is going on the basis that all the people referred to in the Commandments "Thou shalt love thy neighbour" are Jewish and that the message was intended to be diseminated to a Jewish audience. Well, the Old Testament that is. May be a bit trickier in that regard for the New Testament.

And in reply to the "Reinterpretation for modern times" the Old Testament God definitely didn't have the Hitties or Cannites filed under "Love thy neighbour part" Not unless loving Thy Neighbour includes Genocide. Then again, you see some of the wars countries have launched accross the borders and maybe tough loving is the order of the day. Irregardless, that is an opinion formed before having read the Bible. I will be trying to find the oldest (accurate) Bible available. Not the Olde English or German ones as there are reports that some of the subtleties are lost. If that proves fruitless I'll take the King's James version as thta is the most widely circulated.

Any suggestions on how to go about it in a better way would be welcomed. But no, no outside interpretation until it (The Bible) is read in its entirety.

Let the Eagle soar freely

"This is Eagle to Den Mother, Eagle to Den Mother do you copy?"

"Frakencrack! Did you see that? Amanda's ship just went down. Dammit! Raise HQ!"

"I'm trying I'm trying! I think the last pass by those dammned Kuritan aerospace jocks damaged the transmitters. Den Mother, this is Eagle, come in Den Mother. The LZ is hot. I repeat, the LZ is hot.... arrgh! Frackencrack! What the hell was that?"

"Goddamned snakes... they got engine four. I can't keep this damn thing up much longer. Tell the troops to hit it."

"Christ.. out of the frying pan... right, Major, we've taken too many hits. You'll have to hot drop. I'm opening the bay door in thirty. You too, good luck. "

"Wonderful, now all we have to do is keep this rust bucket up until they bail out"

"And until we do too?"

"Quit the sarcasm, don't turn yellow on me. Hows the drop?"

"I ain't yellow, its them yellows out there blasting the -"

"I said quit it. Hows the drop?"

"Forty percent so far but-"

End Transcript

Armored Goblins

Flames flickered in the night, illuminating the piles of flesh and twisted metal that they fed upon. The field littered with the carcasses of a recent battle. Four armor clad figures stood on a small hill lock overlooking the plain. The black acrid smoke washed over them, carrying with it the fumes of burning synthetics along with the charring odour of flesh. Not even the suit's filters could filter out the stench of battle.

"Dragon, this is Ichi Squad, negative on survivors. Orders?"

"Ichi squad, sweep and cleanse the area. Dragon out."

"Hai! Tai-i!"

The squad spread out, fanning across the field. Kicking over pieces of scrap metal and generally rummaging through the debris for anything that could be of potential value. The squad reformed at the edge of the killing ground opposite from where they had come from.

"Dragon, this is Ichi squad, whoever hit these people hit them good. Theres nothing for us here Tai-i."

"Understood, proceed back to base. Dragon out."

Harrow Kitty!

Here I am at 9 in the morning just sitting at my computer and sudddenly I feel inspired to write... about the lamentability of human existence. To sum up, I just realized the human desire for fads. It must be something genetic in us or something because it sure as hell does not spring from rational thought.

Let me give an example. Happy Meal Toys. Now, these are not the sort of things that would normally inspire lines stretching right around the block. But in a little tiny iron fist ruled island in Asia, it did just that.

The setting, Singapore, the raisonde' insaneness? Hello Kitty. Now, you may wonder how a cute cartoon character created for preteen girls manages to create a huge storm in a quiet, regimented island. To be honest I don't fricking know, but I have one theory.




People evolved from sheep not monkeys.



Now, I realize that it is early in the morning and possibly, I am not fully coherent but it occurs to me that is the only possible reason that people would ever, ever buy tons of Happy Meals in order to collect the whole frickin set of Hello Kitty and stand for hours under the blistering sun in sweltering hot weather crushed in a crowd just to obtain a fricking cartoon character dressed in a variety of cultural outfits. It went on for weeks. Hello Kitty in Kimono. Hello Kitty in Evening Dress. Hello Kitty in Cheong sam. Hello Kitty in Malay Wedding Outfit. Hello Kitty in G-String. Hello Kitty in Cowboy Outfit. Hello Domatrix Kitty.

The list went on and on. Over 20 or so fricking bloody Hello Kitty and her male counterpart dressed in some costume or other and people snapped it up like they were possesed. A doctor even got into a fight for chrissakes over the thrice dammed mouthless abominations. It was ridiculous and really got me pondering... what was it? What on Earth was it that possessed people to absolutely freaking-do require the dolls? Was it the threat of genitalia mutilation from their demanding brats back home? Was it their possible latent herd instinct leftover from sheep evolution? What was it?

Find out in the next episode of XXX files. Where I post pictures of scantily clad woman and tell you how f-ing brilliant I am annd you post comments agreeing with me because you're too busy drooling over some ho's tits on your monitor. Whatever, its your monitor, just be sure you leave comments paying homage to my near godliness.

This is Theif of Time, stealing more seconds from your decaying body as you read this and realizing I have totally gone off topic. I too am sheep, getting a bloody fricking blog!

Baa ram ewe, baa ram ewe, a load of C4 will see you through, baa ram ewe. Pass the grass ewe f-er.

DOOM: Resident Evil Lite (Less zombie calories with low grav space!)

DOOM. Other reviews cited the movie as being true to it's name. I wish I could say otherwise. One sees the DOOM logo and thinks "Well, it may not have storyline but god damn theres a gonna be plenty of blood!" The movie dissapoints even in that regard. There is no lone marine rampage through a hell infested complex. What we get is Resident Evil in Space. Literally.

Heres a summary of the plot: Genetic experiment on Mars. However, like all genetic experiments the excreta has hit the rotating cooling device and of someone has to go in and clean it all up. Enter stage right the marines. Led by the Rock and equipped with what can only be called Pulse Rifles these men are ready to kick ass and take names. Except... they don't.

Instead for the first hour or so you get: Marine see big moving shadow, marine shoot shadow, shadow continues running, marine chases, cue music which brings up the hope that Zombie Slaughterfest 2206 is going to start, see shadow vanish, music slowly diess away...along with audience intrest.

One hour and of this crap interspaced with the marines killing off the now zombified research scientists (which isn't exactly massaccre material considering theres only 5 of them and only 4 zombify). Throw in character development for the Doom guy (Reaper) and the whole thing goes where the baddies should've come from. I mean DOOM Guy! You don't give him a back story or make him sentimental. He's the "IN YOUR FACE SPATCHCOCK" guy BFG'ing the hell out of everything in a one mile radius. You don't get him going "The archeological dig... this is where my parents died... boo hoo hoo" He's the freakin DOOM GUY.

I could keep on going on and on about all the flaws. And normally some reviews say stuff like 'Oh, if only they had done this and that it'd have been great" but well, to make this movie even passable they should have stuck to the first two DOOM games for plot and action and just made the setting and monsters DOOM 3. Demons from Hell, guy with shotgun. It doesn't get any better. A 100 minute slaughterfest would've been a great improvement as would have been the storyline. Watch if you really want to, but even hardcore DOOM fans are going to come away dissapointed.

Reflection

Well, here it is again. Another two month holiday gone and done. Odd feeling sI feel at the moment. Regret, yet having drilled into the mind that there can be no regret...I hope it's a passing thought.

Hmm...Chinatown..Little India, all these places. Whooo..it's going to be a while before I'm going back there.

hm...so much to write about and no idea how to say it.

Goddamn...quite a bit I want to write but I can't be arsed...I wonder if most bloggers get this feeling. I suspect it's stems from the fact the stuff I want to say has already been said. Ahh...with that...hmm...I have only one thing to say...

Watch Hellsing

-Quote Of The Day: "Yes! It's all a lie! It was toothpaste all along! "

Gutt Bye!

Well, Max just left yesterday morning.Errgh... what a send off. I slept at 2a.m and then had to wake up at 7a.m just to see him off. He'll be missed. Couldn't work the whole day after that. body was just too exhausted. Instead I spent quite alot of it llying outside on the wooden balcony soaking up tthe sun.. ah.... good times.

Well, sorta bad. I got zilch done. Same for all the previous two days which means I just pissed the weekend down the drain. Again. Hmm.. what else? Not much. Friday was stay at home and... and... what did I do? Well, I know for sure Saturday night me and six other guys went down to the Japanese buffet restraunt in Salamanca and pigged out. hahaha... Seven people... we finished all the ice cream, when they finalyy came and refiled it they all swarmed over there and took it all. So much for cultured dining.

Got some tan ( I think. That opr bleeding skin cancer) yesterday lying on the wooden balcony outside. Bloody splinters.... =p.. haha...Friend got the best seat. Parked a couch right in then doorway and lay there.... man, it's comfortable.

What else.... hmm.. been practicing my nunchucks over the weekend and its been alright. Lovely weapons. had to findd weapons grade stuff here though. They're made of too light wood. Useless. Really ahould start work now but I feel so exhausted that I'd rather sleep, Don't even feel like playing computer *sounds of horrrified gasps fill the room*. Errgh....

Exams

Arrgh....... man, my retests these days are ins erious screw ups... =p... my exam is less than a month away! >_< I seriously should get my ass ingear.

Eh... going home in less than a month now but all I can feel is... I don't know. Just plain... irritation? All I want to do is get everything done with and go and quitely train myself. That and get a girlfriend but that's another story. Ech... my head... I've been sleeping so little. But I suppose the fact that I drank whisky the night before should be the reason for my headache. Couldn't sleep wel.l though. Ahh.... can't wait to get out of here. Go home and... hmmm.. theres no weapon shops back home. I just realised that. What a bitch.... Not even nunchaku. I could really use one of those. Such expensive things ($45!) but still feel so light weight and cheap. You just dfon't have that sense that someone is going to be in a world of hurt when it connects. All horribly decorated to top it off. Honestly, Bruce Lee was a great martiala rtist but why on Earth would I want his face on my nunchucks?

Ah yes, visited a sword shop but they said all they're swords were decorative that'd probably shatter if sharpened. Just wonderful. So I can hang it up on my wall and let them look pretty but I can't use them. A useful weapon mutated into a decoration. Terrible. I'd like an "Iron Fan" though. Interesting weapon.

Well, really should start work on my English now so adios.

RJ & The Ten Howler Monkeys

Ehhh... being random today.. haha.. life so far is alright. Stress is starting to rack up. All the old sins of procastination, gluttony, sloth and avarice are coming back to haunt me. I'm a lardo, my work and revision isn't complete and I'm slacking round...

Haha.... joking aside, what can I say? Life's been good to me. It'll get better if I just keep my head down, study like a maniac, go home and train like a maniac again in Jeet Kun Do. Martial art books are soooo expensive. Can't imagine why. At any rate I'm slotted to become next years "Dai Lo" over here so I'm kinda forced to upgrade my skills quick smart. Ech... if I can just get to one quarter my current techer's level that'd be good enough... =p.... ech... haha....

Mmm... nothing much else going on in life. I'm content. Nothing bad at the same time nothing extremely good either. Well, there is good stuff going no but it's currently drowning underneath this frantic race to study hard. =p... ehh...

I'm going back to the Boarding House soon. Can't study in school. Ironic isn't it? =p... ah well, can't really think much else to say apart from the fact that....

I"M GOING HOME SOON... I"M GOING HOME SOON... yeh. =p.. Haha... I can't wait to complete this Tour Of Duty.

Well,l the only thing I want to say is that next year, when I am head, I ain't running it the way the current yahoos are running it. My motto is going to be "I won't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do myself." =p... hahaha.... ah.. simplicity.

The shotgun. best monster killer there is.

I just got Doom 2 off a friend. I know, it is hideously outdated but it has been so so loing since I played a FPS. On a computer no less. With mouse and keyboard. Not those goddamned console game swith fiddly little buttons and whatnot. They're fine for Metal Slug 2 and Fighting games but useless for f-all after that.

Well, what can I say? I'm hooked and onto the Doom drug. Plus I have Accounting exams in exactly one month and 8 days. I better start hauling ass. Can't even work ins chool. All I want to do is shoot monsters and scream "die die die!" as monsters pour out from hidden areas. What can I say? Shotgun.

My feelings these days are more at peace...

Smackdown!

Okay... I'm addicted to games again.... it all started last Saturday... so innocently... then I became bored and I played a PS 2 wrestling game. I got hooked instantly. I mean, I knew that all the moves were bullshit. No self respecting soldier would use any move like that in real life. However, what I couldn't tear myself away from was that use of judacious painful looking moves. I really really liked stomping on an opponents head. Loved it.

Needless to say it cured (sorta) my caffine overdose and my relief high that iw as feeling after Friday and yep. I played and played. Heck.. my sleep has beens crewed up the past few days. I slept at 2am on Sunday. Well, techinically, that is 2am on Monday. It was Monday's 2am. So.. yep. Couldn't sleep. Still woke up at 8. Today was crazier. i slept at 11pm and woke up at 3,4,5,6 and finally 7am. Nice.

So... hungry.. gah. Anyways.. day has been fine. Accounting test int he morning that I f-ed up but heck it. I'm free! Free! fFree! Time to pig out at KFC... mm.. chicken.... =p

Suplex off the top rope

Ech... my gut hurts. Goddamned coffee. Monkeys! Everybody loves monkeys. Don't they? I hope they do. Because I love monkeys. Mostly fried. =p... eggh... my head.

-_-

Ouch... well.. my lips and mouth hurt like hell. I suppose this is the last time I'll agree to full contact sparring with Sky... =p.. haha.. son of a bitch. Damn thing must have torn the lip... ech. Can't eat right. Well, I can. I'm such a greedy bastard that I still eat "right" despite the pain... haha.. if a gashed lip and ulcerated lip don't stop me I wonder what will...

Man, nothing much going on here. Crashed out last night at around 7pm and woke up today at 5:30am. Feels good. First good night's rest I've had in... oh... 2 days... haha.. =p.. I'm having it way too easy... =p.... mmf... my lip... >_<... =p...

*plink* *ka-chk* *plink**ka-chk**plink**ka-chk**click*click*click* Shit.

Man... I never seem to have normal dreams anymore.

Just this morning I had one more freaky dream when I woke up at 6:30 and slept for an hour more. Dreams really can cram alot of freaky shit for an hour.

I was in... I think Wales or England. It was all hills, slightly fogy and that "wet" atmosphere aroun dlike it wasn't raining then but it had and looked like it would continue again soon enough. Anyways I was somehow drifting all over this in a parachute. Somehow I thought it would be a very good idea to land next to a fence. I did. And I knew that I could take off again if I just ran down the slop full tilt, the parachute would catch the air and somehow I'd float up again. Well, there was still some reality left in it because I didn't. By this time onlookers (who through some freak means managed to turn up) were just standing there looking at me.

Suddenly I found myself crawling across the roof of this old style train carriages. You now, the 1900 styles. Pretty old class stuff. And I knew that I had to carrry out this rescue operation for a rich man's son kiddnapped by triads. I entered via a ceiling window and manged to get myself perched up on some raised platform. It was about half a meter higher than a avergae man's height. It was like jutting out next to a staircase so people exiting had to walka round it. I couldn't see how big it was. All I saw was this specific area. There was a "gentleman" there. At least he was wearing old gentleman style clothing. Anyways, I had a silence pistol. Aimed it as his head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. A small graze appeared in his head and started to bleed but that was all. I pulled the trigger many more times until the damn thing went *click* and there was no reacion. Hell, his brain didn't even splatter. I may as well not have had any damn bulelts at all.

Then, this kid dresed in a real posh uniform and everyhing bursts up the stairs. Sees me. And runs back down. And suddenly the whole thing is over and a success. View cuts to outside the carriage which inexplicably is in a car park. I see Kaishi standing off for frag knows what reason and I see the kidnapper bound to a chair within the carriage. I know his some sort of Triad head and I tell him he's going down. He just laughs. In a rage I take out a blade and carve his face up. But strangely enough, the blade doesn't penetrate, it just makes lines. Like the same lines you have when you keep something pressed to your skin for too long and it leaves an imprint. I carved squiggles into his face until the looked like "IN". And then I woke up.

Freaky... or maybe its saying something....