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Sweet Dreams are Made of... Her?

A Lifetime.

That fucking riff, I swear to God.

Dr. Teeth and That Bitch

Above: Bad-fucking-assery at its ultimately refined finest. Playing the koto will be a deal breaker when I start to scour the earth for a life companion.

Seriously, man. What the fuck. This blows my mind to the seventh circle of hell. That fucking traditional distortion!

Dreams, be a darling and stop giving me hope.

Vacation through the Awesome Room.

No, my room is not awesome unfortunately, it's more of a dump to be honest. I am however proud of my growing tower of cigarette boxes. I call it the tower of DEAAAAATTTTHHHH.

Like this, only minus the girl, the clean table and well... Minus everything..

Yeesh.

Lately - Or should I say since the day I was born - I have been having dreams which traverse the realm of peculiar into the realm of what the fuckuppery. For the past few days especially, it has been quite the adventure and by adventure, it means my mind is raped by a thousand gnomes.

1. The one with the charts.

So I was in a class for some reason and there was this guy who was trying to teach me some stuff. As the lesson progressed, he realised how I must have not given a shit about what he was talking about and he told me that okay, let's learn something better.

Yes, by charts, I meant charts.

He then took out a huge piece of paper with every single race in existence and their corresponding cheapskateness. The top ten? Dominated by Indians. If it was a film, I would have laughed. The problem was that this guy was explaining it to me in such an insanely serious manner, going through every single detail present. Then for some reason, I heard a housemate of mine say 'I gave you a blanket of pure bamboo'.

My face when I discovered there is such a thing as pure bamboo.

2. The one where I had three daughters.

I dislike kids in general. They whine, puke, throw tantrums and are general idiots. They also do not know how to walk, which sucks considering my plans for an army of darkness will be severely flawed. However, I have to clear something up here. In the even that said kid is my direct flesh and blood, I will literally smother the soon to be fucker with so much love and joy that it'd have a chance to die from it. Hypocritical, I know but what are you really going to do about it.

So, I went camping apparently. Or should I say 'We'. I remembered a stream and fucking wilderness, the whole shenanigans. Then while I was preparing lunch - Single Dad? Fuck yeah! - there were these three girls. Eldest looked seven or something and the other two was five and three I think. Anyway, the eldest approached me and asked if it was okay to go explore the wilderness. My first thought was 'Yeah, sure' but then thoughts of violent deaths and the fact that we were faraway from civilisation made me realise that fuck no, I'm not going to let that happen. Then this happened.

Me: No, we'll all take a walk once we finish lunch.
Girl: But Dad - Or something like that - we'll be careful.
Me: No, there's a lot of things that might happen to you guys, so wait. Finish lunch, then we'll go.
Girl: Why would you want to go with us?
Me: Cause there's a lot that you could learn. I know a bit of stuff about the wilderness.
Girl: But I think it would be better if we went without you.
Me: Really? Why is that?
Girl: Because you were the one who said that adventure is important!
Me: Of course it is, but it's not worth getting hurt.
Girl: But Dad, the characters in the stories you told us - Lay of Leithian comes to mind - didn't have Dads following them.
Me: Well, those are stories after all. They're meant to have happy endings. And they're very different people from us.
Girl: So you're saying the stories were lies?
Me: They're not lies, the important part of the story is the moral of it. Like going through hardship no matter the difficulties that lie ahead.
Girl: But that's what we want. If we went and got hurt, it would be worthwhile.
Me: But...
Girl: And if we went by ourselves, the amount of things we could learn will be so much more intense. We won't be sheltered, and we won't have anybody to act as the safety net.
Me: ... STOP TWISTING MY WORDS!

Then I woke up. Took a knife. Cut my balls off. Problem averted.

No, of course I did not. I remembered waking up and laughing because fucking hell man, those were awesome kids.

3. POW camp and the sweet insanity that ensues.

I went to a POW camp. Got a room. Did not have the urge to rebel. Sat around doing nothing. Never see any guards around. Next few days, room mate arrives. Female.

*Censored*

To be fair, the dream was a tad bit too short. No, it was pretty long but most of it was in the censored part. What I mean to say is that it was about to be a melodramatic dream thing but meh, most of the time I was preoccupied with a certain other activity. Morpheus must have given the fuck up.

4. The one that nearly became a nightmare.

This one was pretty long.

So my parents decided to go to India apparently and took me along. What they failed to notify me is that we'll be going with a fuckload - And by a fuckload I mean a fuckload - of Malaccans. Which later I would recognise as the fuckers who came back with us to Egypt after the revolution.

Anyway, somehow, we ended up on a train. We must have been in India already because sweet mother of strawberry poptarts that train was packed. Somehow or rather, I felt the need to check my luggage and this guy told me that the luggage room - We had a luggage room - needed to be emptied. So I went to the luggage room and took out my luggage but I left my toiletry bag in just in case.

I'd like to say that I'm making this up but... This was the luggage room.

Now it got pretty weird. So the train stops, everyone got down and then it did not continue on its journey. It became our train, as in our personal fucking transport. A fucking train. After getting over that face, we went to our designated accommodation. Then one night my Mom woke me up with this worried look and asked me if I've taken my stuff out of the luggage room. I told her I did but then I thought of the fucking toiletry bag that I left. So I went to the room and there was hundreds of people outside. Then I saw this guy that I recognised, a mate from primary school and he was slumped on the pavement - Yes, the train is gone - so I asked him what the fuck is going on. He was rambling about how it wasn't supposed to go on this way, that he knew what he was doing and it was an accident. Sure, I was mildly amused but there was something about him that pretty much induced the fear into me heart.

So I pushed through the crowd to the front and I saw a deceased granduncle telling people that it's quite bad. He said:

'Okay, so the situation now is that a few of our young ones have idiotically dabbled in arts that they do not know about. Yes, I meant the dark arts and these fuckers have now summoned a demon.So yeah, they did ask everyone to remove any of their belongings but we found, well not us, the demon found a toiletry bag.'

At this point I was pretty much shitting my pants and hoping some other fuck left their own toiletry bag but of course, there can be no other. Then, this.

'So I talked to the demon and she told me that the owner is hers. And... She's going to give a complimentary full body massage.'

I think my brain just imploded from the hilarity.

Eargasm of the day: Suddenly; fairy tales.

Classes Are Perfectly Suitable For Dreaming.

There's something about classes that never changes for - I'm taking a wild educated guess here - eternity and that is the fact that everybody will find that it's the perfect environment to sleep in. I shit you not, especially when it comes to fucking Radiology. They expect us to last 6 hours. I regretfully say that nay, I am but a mortal and 4 hours is just about the maximum amount of attention I can spare a subject.

Not relevant, but awesome. Fucking Huskies.

Also, dreams can get real fucked up in class. Or am I the only one experiencing it? I dreamt that I was a fucker whose main method of transport is running on car rooftops and my mission in life is to troll the fuck out of everybody. Without leaving the roof. Then it got weird; I saw this dude who was the old version of the real life me and he was all cranky and shit. He got out of his car - My car? - and there was this surveillance camera that drove him batshit insane. He started to like tear at the camera with - I'm also assuming this - cyborg claws and then my mind decided that all of this was too much bullshit for me to handle. So I woke up, saw Radiology fapping in front of me and I finally came to terms that I do not want to live on this planet any more.

If I have a house one day, I'm going to model my room to a lecture hall. Then I'm going to hire an insomniac that gives enthusiastic lectures about Radiology and I'll have awesome dreams. On second thought, I'll just marry an insomniac Radiologist. Who's hot and have customisable body parts.

Eargasm of the day:

Infusion of Imagination.

I woke up with a jolt. Something rare for me as I usually would extend lying in bed and hover in the state of sleep and wake until I was truly ready to go out into the decrepit civilisation that we humans seem to be so proud of. Why, why could I wake up in such a manner then?

Imagine everything which captures your imagination... The Marvel versus Capcom of dreams, and there are unlimited characters to choose from. The violence... That should have gone down in history as the fucking beginning of violence, that should enter the books as the day violence matured... Let's get to it then.

Things that I could never experience... Also, stop staring at Felicia's tits.

They stole something from me. I'm not really sure what it is, nor who they were, all I knew was that they shared the same faces with those whom I abhorred at one point in my life. Point is, they stole from me. Then they bundled into my Dad's parked car which was a new BMW for some reason. I wanted to tear it open and by God, I knew I could. I had a mental image of shattering the windscreen with my foot but then, I stopped. It's me Dad's car, those bastards, how cheap could they be?

So there I was, at a fucken standstill, not knowing what to do or how to do it. So I started to circle the car, maybe there'll be an opening somewhere which I could get into... Problem is, the car started to elongate, it seemed like miles away when suddenly, I reached the end. It struck me funny how it no longer had the ass of a BMW, it's so goddamn big for some reason... Since it was lucid, I stepped back, and in one of the most foncusing moments ever in dream world, I was looking at this:

... It's an Unser. Really mate, really?

So there I was, not knowing what to do since it's now an Unser and by God I hate that sad exccuse for a vehicle but nevertheless, I drew upon the wrath which cooled not in me and... Oh, the boot's unlocked? Alrighty then, I believe I need not rip metal... Yet.

I clambered into the space which was as dark and as filthy as the hidden tunnels of Angband and in front of me, there laid my first test. You (Here, I must refrain from giving too many of hints for I am nothing but a mortal, and tread with caution I must or my soul will depart to the Halls of Mandos before I could say 'I did not do it.') lay there on a fucken grand sofa which made me thoroughly believe that I have underestimated the Unser. You looked at me, and you told me to rest, and I was tempted, I was so very tempted... Then you looked at me with a gaze which nearly slaughtered my will and gave life to my boner, and you told me to please sit for awhile... But I cannot! I rose up and I coated my will in the fiery essence of my spirit and I walked away from you love. Godammit, it would've been quite the awesome dream too.

I can't recall a laptop but yes, more or less like that. More slutty, less clothed and infinitely more uh...

So forward I dashed awesomely and not softy elvishly and finally I came upon the defilers of my home, of my belongings. Unleashing my wrath, I feel it consuming me, it seared my skin and it scorched the ground beneath me. In short; holy fuck, I was so angry, I exploded into a meteor. Beat that Twilight!

They ran. Out of the car, tripping over themselves like foolish little children with foolish weak legs and shit. I started to let a river of blood flow. Broke one's back on a concrete elevation and then I jumped and impaled him on some spikes, convenient aren't they... Smashed one's face through the window and forced glass shards into his mouth and then triple shoryuken-ing him. I had miraculous powers and fuck moral codes, I misused them to the point where the term 'misuse' curled into the foetal position and drowned in it's own vomit. I threw a guy far away towards the horizon, then pulled him towards me at an abysmal speed with my awesome powers and while he was accelerating towards me, I let loose a double Rajinikanth kick. This went on till I could kick no longer.

Fuck. You.

What's important was only this one guy who stole my beloved somethings. I must've truly hated him in the dream because I spent quite some time making sure all his internal organs went back to the embryological state. He began to run and well, I thought that if the man wanted to run, there's no harm in helping him aye? So I accelerated him, because I'm awesome, till he was nothing but a blur and then, I teleported in fron of him. And tripped him. The results were quite impressive. He flew all the way to Penang from Melaka, which is, give or take, 500 km? I'm not good at judging distances, see.

When his trajectory started to be influenced by fucken gravity, I landed on him and his face missed the fence of my grandma's house and instead, underwent a pulverisation process on the porch.

Oh yes, this is only half of the dream.

And oh yes again, the other half does not concern me any longer. It involves the dead face guy above.

Oh and yes, double again, he's Vince Vaughn.

I'm fucken serious, it's this guy.

If you're wondering what happened to me, well, get in the boat mate. Apparently, I was an awesome character in a narration and the part where I pulverized his face was either his past or his present. Also, he's now an elf, and he's quite well liked. People call him The Tailor which in Elvish is Cocksucker-er, I think. I quote the narration which had been going on at this point:

"... And he was exalted in the eyes of Elves and Man alike for his deeds were far greater than any of his companions. 'Cocksucker-er' he was called, The Tailor for with the needle he is skilled, and it was passed in lore that with a pierce of a needle, one and a half holes were made..."

I. Shit. You. Not.

So his tale ended, quite abruptly and it moved on to another character, it was you, as in the Couch-in-Unser girl. I saw you walking on the beach and you were a fucking elf too for some bastardly reason unbeknownst to me. As you were walking, something attracted your attention and you bent down and blew on the sand (Innuendo very much intended) which then revealed a city, as small as a... Kettle? It had inhabitants and shit, and they were like these near microscopic little fuckers, cheering and laughing and stuff.

At this point, my mind decided to no longer support this total and utter fuckuppery and decided to detach itself from the dream and implode upon itself. Hence, I woke up with a jolt, with cold sweat running and a sudden urge to explode into a meteor engulfed me...



But Jesus fuck mate, that was one hell of a fucking dream.

In Memorium 082020112010

I realised that I still have issues of letting go. For that split second, all of her warmth, all of her compassion, all of herself in an overwhelming entity came back. Just for a few seconds. That touch. Those small hands with a grip tighter than anyone's. She used to hold on, but now she's the one who's guiding.

This is the reason I hate mornings.

Lucid Dreams.

I took a nap for two hours and I lucid dreamed. No, lucid dreaming is not another fancy way to say wet dream, it's far from that. It's dreams where you control what you do.

I won't go into details but fuck, I made decisions in there that I've always wanted to. No second thoughts, no hesitations, just a straight up answer... And it felt good.

What went on was everything I wanted, and putting that aside, I felt something that I've not felt since years ago. Well, frankly because she was there but other than that, it was the whole dream thing you know? Wait who am I kidding it's cause she was there and I did what I was too scared to do. Fuck that was awesome.

Though I must say, there were some pretty fucked up people in there. One of em tried to bake us in a giant oven. A fucking oven man. Thank god for her kids for letting us go. I think I killed her, but I'm not that sure...

I woke up with this feeling of depression and happiness awkwardly meeting each other in an alley with nowhere to go. Depressed because what happened in the dream was not out of reach in reality. It could've happened and fuck I hate myself for it. Happiness because, heck, I saw her smile man. And she groped me, but thats not part of the main issue her. Most of you go 'Ain't that sweet etc etc' and I'm not gonna deny that because she was all that. Give or take a few flaws, you know.

Come to think of it... She was owned... Hmmm... Ah well, forget what I said, it's cause she's owned. I have this complex where women with partners are the bomb. It's like the relationship is covering her beauty. Yes, I'm that messed up but hey, who are you to say anything, you've got your own fucked up shit. While I'm at that, here's an apology to the relationships that I indirectly plotted to destruction.




But fuck, it felt so damn good.

Sleepless Nights 27 - You don't belong here.

Yesterday I dreamt that I was walking along some sidewalk and it was snowing. So I took a huff from the cigarette that magically appeared and seriously, I paused and thought where the hell did the cigarette come from. Someone shouts my name from the crowd which also magically appeared. I have no idea why I brightened up, prolly was some friend or some shit. And in the case you don't know, my dreams are in the image of mood photos. Sorry, refer here.

Yes, that, grainy, lack of colours and all that shit. Digression.

So anyways, this friend hollers like a fucktard and I therefore brighten up like a fucktard. Then he runs towards me, like a fucktard, and I await, like a fucktard. Then he stabs me in the gut.

Yeah, didn't expect THAT did you. Neither did I.

So, there I was, frowning (There is no pain in dreams you moron), blood oozing out and my newly exposed intestines freezing. This is what I said to the dot:

'This is getting interesting.'

I was dying and that's what I said. Oh and best part is, my friend was grinning.

But the best part comes next. He/She leans towards me, gives me a hug and right before letting go, he/she whispers into my ear and says;

'You don't belong here, you just don't belong in this world.'

See, that part hit me. I was sure I let happy tears flow; do not the fact that your throat is at a pinpoint distance of being ripped off in the case that you do happen to make fun of this, because I dunno, I thought that here it is, a person who finally understands me. In a way, even if giving me death is a sign of acceptance and I was that appreciative of it...

Then I followed he/she everywhere she went, bleeding non stop telling him/her 'Thank you'. And asking him/her why he/she thinks I don't belong. He/She told me I knew and laughed saying me bottling shit up is okay.

Then Morpheus left. Bitch that he is. When I came to full realization of where I was, I hated it. Same room, same house, same fucking country and same body. Knee fucking malfunctioning, body moving towards a state equal to that of a skeleton... Man it'd be awesome if that fried really stabbed me...

Sleepless Nights 10 - Woes.

Here I am looking at the clock and listening to the distant sound of Bob's voice speaking and all I can think of is:

ANATOMY EXAM IS IN 4 HOURS.

Yeah, I know. Wait. I don't. Forgive me for not being on the same frequency as all of you other normal humans but right now, sleep deprived and in submission, I really can't think straight (The Author reminded himself that he has never been on the same frequency. Ever.). My life force is being forcefully sucked by a huge radioactive straw labelled ANATOMY and I can't do shit about it. No, screaming would just wake the vast amount of neighbours I now have. Again, no, banging my head on the wall would just cause more memory loss in which I really couldn't afford to have right now. Of course, jumping off the building is not an option, I refuse to have my COD stamped as 'Death from studying anatomy.' I refuse. Now, more straws are being forcefully inserted into my body, namely in the form of fucking mosquitos. Sigh. Where have the good ol' worriless days gone to... Please, that's a rhetorical question. If you don't know what it means, basically it's a question that you don't fucking answer.

I opened my deviantart page today and I got a somewhat unpleasant surprise. Well, actually pleasant at first then it just went bad. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you. Yes, you. Forgiving and forgetting is not in my nature, I might not hold grudges but I sure as hell have a good memory.

Talking bout DArt, (The Author pauses and takes a bite from the heavenly Coffee MORO by Cadbury and savours the taste, floats for awhile in the clouds and then realise that he's just imagining things) I realise that they aren't gonna come to Egypt. EVER. Damn it. Turns out the world tour thing was based on the world's most populated places by Google. And no, Egypt and Malaysia is not included. Damn. So now, I call upon every able bodied person out there to start reproducing. That way, DArt will come to M'sia! Oh, genius, genius! No? Please? Pretty please?

I had a dream that I went crazy today. Before you laugh and say 'You're already fucking crazy, stop bullshitting.', let me explain. Ever seen a movie where the characters got strapped on to a table to prevent them from harming others and themselves? Yeah, problem is I wasn't fucking strapped on to a fucking table. DING DING. In my dream I kept on getting these visions of bad things happening and it got to a point where I can't take it and started to go berserk. Read: Self-induced injuries and a fuckload of demolishing furniture. Awesomeness. A foresight of what I'm about to become in a few years time? Hmmm... Oh, to Sukh and Nithya, a big fuck you motherchods! Your bets about me becoming normal in 2 years time in 2008 doesn't seem so fucking realistic now does it? You guys now officially owe me 20 cartons of Dunhills and free meals whenever I feel like it. HAHA!

I'd love to say: Back to Anatomy right now, but no, it's back to cigarettes and MORO for me.

Ciow

Fucking nightmares.

Yesterday was really really fucked up... Well, the morning when I was sleeping was. Sigh. I hate dreams like this:

Basically I was dreaming of something when suddenly everything changed and there was just darkness. Then I heard my mom's voice saying;

"I know this might be sudden for all of you but I'm leaving. I'm gonna be living with my eldest son now."

I woke up and went WHAT THE FUCK, grabbed my phone and messaged Malaysia. That has got to be the worse dream I have ever had since forever? I cannot bear if anything happens to my family while I'm away. Scary, depressing shit. It turned out okay, my Mom was fine, she was even bugging me for my result slips. Still, the dream isn't the most pleasant one and it's disturbing my peace. Oh in my dream, my Mom did say the name, and it's not my brother, something starting with an N. Stupid dream. Oh well, nothing has happened so far, will be praying that it stays that way.

Settled.

Went to the Atelier just now. I now officially have the gift of what my photography mentor says in his messages. Whatever he says, ignore it, go to the Atelier on Monday at 5.30 p.m.

Anyways, back to the topic. They were mounting the photos for the exhibition and seriously I was zonked (The author wonders whether that word exists and how it got into his vocabulary.) Being there in the middle of a room filled with photos, all I could say was:

Awesome

Holy Fuck

Awesome.

Shit!

What the Fuck...

Then I started to think while having a fag outside. It made me realise how, in the midst of the hundreds of photographs there, inferior I am compared to some of the photographers. How, I still have a long way to go, how at times I leave out the details which sometimes makes the photo awesome. Could I ever be as insightful as some of them? Then, I called the helpline.

Z.S.: What now...
Z.F.: You hang up the last time. What makes you think we are gonna help you?
Me: Enough with the angst. You know that you're bound to help me one way or another.
Z.S.: Why is it that you can't solve the simplest of problems huh? Why look at us as a way to escape?
Z.F.: *Grumble* Yeah whatever what's up?
Me: Dude, what the fuck wey, there's like a million photos here that are way better than mine. How the fuck am I gonna get noticed la in the exhibition..
Z.S.: Now that... is one hell of a fucked up mentality. Stupid faggot.
Z.F.: Basically Z.S. said everything I wanted to say so yeah.
Me: Huh?
Z.S.: Tell me, why did you join this exhibition, no why did you even start photography?
Z.F.: Is it because of fame?
Me: What the fuck? No fucking way it's for something as meaningless as fame bhaenchod... It's my passion, something that I will not be able to live without.
Z.S.: Is it just me or did you just answered your own question...
Z.F.: *sigh* Let me explain to you. You feel that these people have a higher level of insight than you do. Maybe they do but seriously, why give two fucks? Maybe they have a different view on things which may or may not be neccesarilly better than yours. Why care? You should just keep on living and thinking like you do and let them judge. If they think you suck, then fuck them. Don't you dare think that their judgement could bring you down. The only thing that can do that is yourself.
Me: Umm okay...
Z.S.: Sometimes, I fucking curse my luck for being stuck in you. LEMME OUT OF HERE!#

And I went home feeling good. The exhibition is this Thursday (4/06/ 2009) If anyone is interested, please come, feedback will be mucho appreciated. It ends on the 18th or the 22nd I can't remember. Now I need to fucking study... Aihh... Just when I thought all my problems were gone. That'd be too much to ask ey.

Song of the day: Just another day for you in Paradise by Phil Collins.
Dream of the day: I dreamt I shaved the front part of my fucking head! WTFFFFF!!!

Integrated Shit.

Wheee I haven't studied shit for the integrated exam. Wheee I'm fucking going crazy. Whee--*sob*

Anyways, enough with the sobbing/ laughing fits. Lectures are over and it may be of some importance to a few fucks here and there but me being the person that hardly steps a foot into the lecture hall lately, it doesn't make a fucking difference. I did go to the last lecture and was expecting some shit was gonna go on but... Lets just say I regretted the decision. Lectures rub me the wrong way. And my ass hurts whenever I sit in the hall for too long. That's an excuse, no?

I think I've just permanently damaged my triceps. You know that bulgy muscle at the back of your arm. Yeah, that one. I fell (Damn that moss!) and next thing I know, me muscle can hardly contract. Meh, it'll prolly be ok in a few days... weeks... years... Went to the beach just now with Kadir and my brother. We all felt a bit tensed up so a couple of minutes chilling by the sea should do some good. I don't know, I still feel tensed.

Scared shitless, yours truly is. Something happened. I won't be able to sleep in peace anymore. Sometimes, it just fucks me up thinking how some things could easily be avoided but I just let it happen. I mean, those things could ruin lives, not only mine but other's as well. Sigh. I've had enough of 'These things happen'. Some things shouldn't.

Song of the day:

Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd and Last Kiss by Pearl Jam. Hmmm... It's either Comfortably Numb or Free Bird for my funeral. Can't decide. Two of THE most awesome fucking songs ever made. Fuck the modern music. Yeah, fuck you modern shit.

Word of the day:

Abdomen

Original meaning taken from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.:

ab·do·men

Pronunciation:

\ˈab-də-mən, -ˌdō-; əb-ˈdō-mən, ab-\

Function:

noun

Etymology:

Middle French & Latin; Middle French, from Latin

Date:

1543

1: the part of the body between the thorax and the pelvis ; also : the cavity of this part of the trunk containing the chief viscera

2: the posterior section of the body behind the thorax in an arthropod

Definition from The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce

ABDOMEN, n. The temple of the god Stomach, in whose worship, with sacrificial rights, all true men engage. From women this ancient faith commands but a stammering assent. They sometimes minister at the altar in a half-hearted and ineffective way, but true reverence for the one deity that men really adore they know not. If woman had a free hand in the world's marketing the race would become graminivorous.

Dream of the day:

Spiky demon and blob thingy. Refer to last post with similar labels for more info.

Mieeennngggg.... Mieeenngggg.... Mieeeenggggg.... Mieeengggg... Mieeennngggg...

Words, Music, Dreams.

Word of the day:

ABATIS:

Original meaning taken from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.

Pronunciation: \ˈa-bə-ˌtē, ˈa-bə-təs\

Function:

noun

Inflected Form(s):

plural ab·a·tis \ˈa-bə-ˌtēz\ or ab·a·tis·es \ˈa-bə-tə-səz\

Etymology:

French, from abattre to strike down, slaughter, from Old French abatre

Date:

1766

: a defensive obstacle formed by felled trees with sharpened branches facing the enemy


Definition from The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce

ABATIS, n. Rubbish in front of a fort, to prevent the rubbish outside
from molesting the rubbish inside.


Song of the day:

Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Black Magic Woman by Carlos Santana

Cocaine by Jimmy Hendrix

Well, basically, Free Bird is just plain fucking unadulterated awesome-ness to the fucking max. I'm sure that if I listen to it non-stop I'll fucking get high from the solo. Sigh. Black Magic Woman is... ummm... Santana. Enough said. Cocaine, well, whatever Jimmy Hendrix plays will sound good nonetheless, even Mary Had A Little Lamb would. Oh and Free Bird will, without a doubt will be playing during my funeral. Fuck you, I'm gonna have music on my funeral.

Dream of the day:

Okay shit. I've been having these recurrent nightmares/ dreams about this spiky demon thingy jumping on my bed at my house in Melaka. This fucker has a face that changes every bloody time it jumps on my bed. THE FUCKING HORROR!!! I'm serious, it might be coz I'm sleeping on the wrong side of my bloody deltoid or something but hell, that is one scary shitty fucktard. Maybe it's them spiky aliens... *X-files theme song*

Oh and everytime before I got to sleep or easier said, being in the 'mamai' state, this dough-like blob thingy appears in my mind. Then it changes, stretches, takes a form, whatever fuck, according to my thoughts in said state.

What the hell is Egypt doing to me... I need fucking help...




















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