The Far-out entry of pure lipsmacking DARKNESS.
Rejoice, reader, for I wasn't in the mood to blog the whole of this past week. Pretty miserable-ish seven days it turned out to be too. Eight months it has been, and yet I still find myself hard-pressed to name anyone who I really consider a good friend, other than perhaps Ah Foong and Eva. Even then, they have their own gangs and everything, and I'm a little loath to intrude on that. Even kinda-sorta tagging along for lunch with Eva (and Hiko, and Edwin) took a lot of searching for guts. Still, at least that worked and I now know a place that serves incredibly lemak, spicy curry mee. Not really my cup, er, bowl of noodles, but maybe Ee Kia might like it XD
I'm holding on, but it's no easier when I still find it hard to find someone I could talk to about this insane endeavour of mine, and harder to talk to Hikoboshi in class. And would you believe Adam's still kinda ohnoeslookitclassgenius'poorkneeD:? Mustn't say this it's undoubtably mean Maybe, if I get through the next week, and I recharge my batteries, and I can buckle down and get some work down, things will be better...
Last night I had a series of really weird dreams . Probably due to the fact that I went to bed late, somewhat sleep-deprived and basically shugged out. Anyway...
It started off as some kind of nightmare, of which I remember very little of except for the fact that somewhere at the end, in a bedroom, I was being terrorised by feral!Hikoboshi in a silver mask of some kind (wolf? fox? SOME kinda canid?) and was screaming and screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs. One supposes that I hadn't logged up enough sleep yet to warrant my actually ZOMG waking up. In itself, this was both good and bad, because I did wake up. And turned to see I was in the back room of my gran's house, and on the other side of the double bed was...Hiko. In the same animal mask.
Whaddya think, of course I freaked out all over again! Liek woah! Screaming and flailing, the whole shebang! But then I was held back, and down, and tightly, and there he was murmuring in my ear that it was all right, nothing was going to happen, and it would all go away when I finally caught up to him and the rest *COUGH COUGH COUGH*. Funnily enough he was saying all of this in Chinese but I understood everything. In part to the handy dandy translation sheet on the bed with keywords highlighted in blue ink. @_@ Haa~. I got up and looked out the room window to see...wtf, this couldn't be Gran's! My grandmother hates dogs, but I see two no three fluffy little puppies down there--way down there, about 3 stories or so. And chickens. And a green roof. Everything was tinged with green and dull golds, kinda like it had been rendered in a colour scheme called 'Nyonya Delicacies' or 'Pandan Chicken' or something.
I faffed around with the cute puppies for a while (and they were KYOOTE) but it segued very quickly back into a nightmare. Dad had suddenly become intensely money-obsessed and he not only wanted to take me out of TOA but also, in the name of all that is blue and holy, SELL OFF MY ULTRAMAN COLLECTION. I remember pleading with him not to, to no avail. He was completely blind how much all the little plastic men meant to me. And suddenly we were Edo-era swordsmen! Hakama, happi, two swords, the works. Faces and personalities all changed accordingly, though, not to mention my gender. And he had this short, snivelling retainer, challenged me to cut him down if I wanted to. But I couldn't put my blade to him, even in my dream, and in the end tore the family crest off my robes and cast that down, cutting myself off from my family. There's probably a proper name for it somewhere, but I remember Sniveltaro the Retainer exclaiming that I had commited kirisute-mon. How kirisute got in there I have very little idea.
So off goes Mizubame the rounin, and as I went downstairs I remember telling my mom, who was still my mom, that I was going to go live in the chicken coop. And that's as far as I got before I actually DID wake up, with the blankets somehow UNDER me and a rather chilly self on top.
There was something else about a three-headed child-dog monster that could see ghosts afterwards, but I forgot the whole thing when I sat up this morning and put my specs on.
Yanno, it may just be me, but to anyone who reads The Star locally - has Thelma not become a complete and utter angstbitch? Every submission or submission's partner is possessive, grasping, foolish, insensitive, idiotic or some other combination. I think I'd rather Tell it to A Befriender, lady. The temptation has arisen several times. And two other old contacts have been burned by their men, and there appears to be some world conspiracy to make me bitter and jaded. I'd prefer not to, thank you. I may still associate better with my own gender, but I AM THE MWEEBLE. I WANT THIS LITTLE GLIMMER OF HOPE LEFT INSIDE, even if I am naive and too eager to jump headfirst into the Love Pool without floats.
O yeah, and Moral + Interactive Media? DEAD LIKE DEAD THING D:
P.S. - Thomas, thanks for Monday.
I'm holding on, but it's no easier when I still find it hard to find someone I could talk to about this insane endeavour of mine, and harder to talk to Hikoboshi in class. And would you believe Adam's still kinda ohnoeslookitclassgenius'poorkneeD:? Mustn't say this it's undoubtably mean Maybe, if I get through the next week, and I recharge my batteries, and I can buckle down and get some work down, things will be better...
Last night I had a series of really weird dreams . Probably due to the fact that I went to bed late, somewhat sleep-deprived and basically shugged out. Anyway...
It started off as some kind of nightmare, of which I remember very little of except for the fact that somewhere at the end, in a bedroom, I was being terrorised by feral!Hikoboshi in a silver mask of some kind (wolf? fox? SOME kinda canid?) and was screaming and screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs. One supposes that I hadn't logged up enough sleep yet to warrant my actually ZOMG waking up. In itself, this was both good and bad, because I did wake up. And turned to see I was in the back room of my gran's house, and on the other side of the double bed was...Hiko. In the same animal mask.
Whaddya think, of course I freaked out all over again! Liek woah! Screaming and flailing, the whole shebang! But then I was held back, and down, and tightly, and there he was murmuring in my ear that it was all right, nothing was going to happen, and it would all go away when I finally caught up to him and the rest *COUGH COUGH COUGH*. Funnily enough he was saying all of this in Chinese but I understood everything. In part to the handy dandy translation sheet on the bed with keywords highlighted in blue ink. @_@ Haa~. I got up and looked out the room window to see...wtf, this couldn't be Gran's! My grandmother hates dogs, but I see two no three fluffy little puppies down there--way down there, about 3 stories or so. And chickens. And a green roof. Everything was tinged with green and dull golds, kinda like it had been rendered in a colour scheme called 'Nyonya Delicacies' or 'Pandan Chicken' or something.
I faffed around with the cute puppies for a while (and they were KYOOTE) but it segued very quickly back into a nightmare. Dad had suddenly become intensely money-obsessed and he not only wanted to take me out of TOA but also, in the name of all that is blue and holy, SELL OFF MY ULTRAMAN COLLECTION. I remember pleading with him not to, to no avail. He was completely blind how much all the little plastic men meant to me. And suddenly we were Edo-era swordsmen! Hakama, happi, two swords, the works. Faces and personalities all changed accordingly, though, not to mention my gender. And he had this short, snivelling retainer, challenged me to cut him down if I wanted to. But I couldn't put my blade to him, even in my dream, and in the end tore the family crest off my robes and cast that down, cutting myself off from my family. There's probably a proper name for it somewhere, but I remember Sniveltaro the Retainer exclaiming that I had commited kirisute-mon. How kirisute got in there I have very little idea.
So off goes Mizubame the rounin, and as I went downstairs I remember telling my mom, who was still my mom, that I was going to go live in the chicken coop. And that's as far as I got before I actually DID wake up, with the blankets somehow UNDER me and a rather chilly self on top.
There was something else about a three-headed child-dog monster that could see ghosts afterwards, but I forgot the whole thing when I sat up this morning and put my specs on.
Yanno, it may just be me, but to anyone who reads The Star locally - has Thelma not become a complete and utter angstbitch? Every submission or submission's partner is possessive, grasping, foolish, insensitive, idiotic or some other combination. I think I'd rather Tell it to A Befriender, lady. The temptation has arisen several times. And two other old contacts have been burned by their men, and there appears to be some world conspiracy to make me bitter and jaded. I'd prefer not to, thank you. I may still associate better with my own gender, but I AM THE MWEEBLE. I WANT THIS LITTLE GLIMMER OF HOPE LEFT INSIDE, even if I am naive and too eager to jump headfirst into the Love Pool without floats.
O yeah, and Moral + Interactive Media? DEAD LIKE DEAD THING D:
P.S. - Thomas, thanks for Monday.