IT is close to ten pm now. Notwithstanding the sudden spasms in my right hand and the occasional flashes of flaming towers, blinking' heroes and falling Creeps in my mind, I have emerged victorious against the psychological warfare i currently wage against the evil scourge of DOTA. I am released from the crutches of the evil ones, in the purest and unstained form. i abstain from dota-ing.. on this very night.

as if a sudden 2 mths have passed...

it has been another 5 days gone and as kaiyuan says. think of it like this: 5 days of work, and we get 2 days of holiday.. life's just great

me, the cynic: we work like machines in the ministry of death (read MINDEATH) , 365 days a week. we are seemingly stuck in that acrylic orwellian painting. after 5 days of bleeding, we no longer feel pain. our bodies are immune. we are the walking dead. our soul leaves the body for less than 48 hours in a private place.. our soul seek asylum... in this quiet serene place. we think we are dead. but aroused again to the inhumane floggging that reminds us that we are worse than dead. we are in the living hell. the clock turns itself back like when a giant rasputin with his evil fingers winding the spring again and again.

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where is the direction?

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THIS is such a bitch

i dont have any other things to talk about besides bitching about army life. maybe that AStar girl was correct after all. Guys dont complain until they do their NS. its as if they suddenly have lots of grievances..

Anyway.. the past week wasnt so bad after all. i went to an Old folk's home last saturday. to say the truth, i was really frightened when i first entered. all the old folks were in this large soup kitchen/ canteen area. and they sat alone or in pairs drinking green bean soup and they were facing us. and it was so pitiful to watch. i was overcome with grief and anger. and then the images from channel8 of beautiful decorated old folk's home came to my mind. certainly not the picture that i saw. it was dismal.. the air was still .. and the folks.. well.. to put it crudely, were long , old-forgotten and waiting to die.

the place is dusty, and certainly nothing like the school for mentally challenged kids. its really sad.

posted by iambrianfu [ 9:54 PM ] |

THIS is quite scary. I had a dream last night and i don't usually have dreams. i dreamt that it was the end of the days where the world comes crashing down and i was really frightened taking a first person's perspective. I thought it was war, i thought the earth was giving way.. i dont know if i was breaking cold sweat but when i woke up, i was feeling really shitty and sick and my feets were cold.

Then i thought it might have been the flashing images from War of the Worlds.

I came home from work today and turned on the TV:

LONDON BOMB BLAST

"....a flash of light, and everything went dark. People were screaming.. "

it kinda reminded me of my dream.

Shit. Now i know what people mean when they said they had premonitions of the 9/11 attacks

posted by iambrianfu [ 8:32 PM ] |