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Nightmares #2
Sunday, January 20, 2008

It was the next night after the 1st nightmare. I was again wasn’t able to sleep, due to the irritating noise out of my house. There were someone fixing the road, showing that the national election is approaching.

I was then again reading a book, called “Diary of a Rapist”. I am not a pervert, just trying to understand how a pervertic people think. However, it is not a good book, I consider. It was boring, nothing much but only some details description on the thought of a rapist, and some description on the act of rape. If I was the book critic, it would not be my recommendation.

Then it was another bunch of weird noise after the heavy machine out there was gone. First, someone climbed through the zinc pieces ( the one that people use as roof), then someone walked beside my house, at last the chicken in the barn behind my house were noisy. Apparently, someone disturbed them, and I believed it was the same person.

The series of strange sound aware me, and my heart beat goes up fast. I became nervous, worrying if there will be some robbery or what will happen to us. I was able to get a cutter along with me before I went to wake my dad up.

Then there was another series of noise which obviously not from only one person, but a whole group of people who were looking for something. Shouting, scolding, screaming, whatever related action you can think of, they were all here. They did the same thing as the previous person did, and got to behind of my house.

My dad opened a small slit at the window, and tried to peep to figure out what was going on. We dare not make any noise, so that we would not be realized and harmed by them. We hid when they shine to torch light towards the windows.

And we remained in silence until they were gone.

There was the sound of a truck, and walkie-talkie before they gone off. Concluding everything that I heard, my hypothesis (eeps, science language =x) was that, a drug addict had escaped and hiding behind of my house, then the polices came and captured him backed, sending him off by a truck.

My dad couldn’t sleep after that. And I’m feeling my burden again, to own a house soon so that we could move out as soon as possible. However, it seems to be impossible now as my dad was too old for a house loan, my sister wasn’t able to afford and I was still a student.

Money is evil.

I went on to the bed, and there comes another series of noise, of a woman’s screams…



( to be continue…)

ҒeelinĜs of Mińe @21:36



Heartache
Sunday, January 13, 2008

Been in some issue which jokes make friend angry, in a chat.

I was so sad for being in such situation again, as what I experienced not long ago.

Previously, I made some jokes on an audi friend who keep looking for girls in audi ( I called it “despo”, short form for desperate). I apologized, and been scolded by him for around an hour non-stop, with his highly proficient English, and extremely good memory which he could remember each n every single word I used in the jokes I made. And yet I failed to obtain his forgiveness though I make no defend through out the whole hour scold, but apology, repeatedly.

Then we are no longer friends.

Another scenario happened today, for the same reason. One of my close audi friend mad on me for some stupid and harmless jokes. ( I believed they are, but don’t know how he interpreted it. Let me know how you think, k?)

“again my apology. if this make no help, thn forget it.. i gv up. y do i care so much abt som1 i din even met?” --- msn message, 13-01-2008, 03:03.

Heartache, the only way that I felt, at that moment.

I have had an unpleasant past, and friends are the people who raised me up through out my childhood, and I’m glad for having them by my sides. Thus, I do cherish each and every friendship in my life, which happened to be my greatest treasure which I appreciated the most. I’m trying very hard not to hurt any of my friends, as I know I’m too frank in speech. I tried not to keep any hate toward my friends, after their betrayal.
I did everything, to avoid myself from losing any friend.

Therefore, losing a friend would be my greatest pain to me, especially when I was the one who did the thing, tried my best to rescue the situation, and failed eventually. It’s even worst when I don’t even get the chance to know they no longer needing you as their friend, or the reason they start ignoring you.

*it was just, heartache*

--This is why do I care so much about you, someone I didn’t even met, because you are my friend.--


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The below part is dedicated to my beloved audi papa, Alex. To those who read this, please make no judgment on simplicity (when you don’t even know him personally), as this is between. The reason I put it in this post was to also show I feel in the issue. Appreciate you coorperations~~ thank you!



Dear Alex,

I’m neither trying to annoy nor irritating you, but try to let you know why do I so frustrated for “waiting”. Waiting is a scary term for me, as I’ve been in waiting condition for too many times. Waiting for my to bring me home during primary 1, but never appears because she was sick. Waiting for my so called “boyfriend’s” (an ex- now) call, but he never did, ended up with I found out that he got another girl and he was just playing with me). Waiting some promises that never been realized, by any of the promisor.

I’m not sure whether you have been in such situation that you are waiting and you don’t even know what you are waiting for, and it keeps you waiting, forever. It will makes you get into a condition that you felt anxious, frustrated and yet you have to keep waiting as you have no other choice.

Anxiety kills an elephant.

I’ve been in such situation frequently. Remember the day that I met you in audi? I was mad about audi people around me. I pm-ed my papa#1 he say wait, so do all other friends. I thought there will be some replies further on, so I waited, but there’s nothing but the annoying lobby song. They keep me waiting forever, and I became an idiot who do not know what she’s waiting for. Idiot, a funny way I used to call myself, isn’t it?

Talk to me if you can’t get what I’m trying to express, I’ll be happy to share my weird thoughts. ( To everyone who feels the same way too.. ^^)

Lastly, sorry for making you mad and I do care about you. *please remember that I did felt heartache, for you*

I love you, papa~ <33

ҒeelinĜs of Mińe @05:45



Nightmares #1
Saturday, January 12, 2008

Went backed to my home in the past few days. It's been four months, I realized.

Couldn’t sleep in the night as I have used to the life that staying up whole night until dawn.
There's nothing I can do in the house other than reading the books that been lying in my room for months.

Went on bed around 5 something after finishing a book by Hiyawu, my favorite Taiwan online novel author. And got awaken by a nightmare around 6 something.

It was terrible nightmare. (hmm, all nightmares are scary, right? Then what am I crapping? Duh~) There goes the scenes in my dream :

I was a in a school compound, during a camp I think. All people are bathing and all water pipes run out of water in a sudden. In the beginning, we (the campers and the teachers) thought that it was due to some sort of “ghost” thingy, as the environment there was so gloomy, and coldness gone through our veins, then a shiver running through our body. Then it turned out that a big gang of monkey appeared in front of us.

It’s kindda funny isn’t it? However, it ain’t a funny thing. Those monkey are obviously are ready for a war. The scenery then suddenly changed to a cliff, and we are at the 2 opposite, with a deep valley between us. They started the whole thing by shooting something to us, a bullet if not mistaken. The fight began when our teacher shot a ball to them, trying to make them fall into the deep deep valley. All student are gathered closely behind the teachers, and paying full attention to the “war”.

I was sitting at the last row of the team, and out of nowhere, 2 person of brown skin shown up behind us. They were sitting quiet at the beginning, chatting among themselves. I heard them said something like one of them used to have a long hair, then forced to cut it short. After that, they took out a knife and approaching us, start cutting my friend’s hair.

There comes the frightening part (this scared me, but not sure if it will do the same to you too), at which they did not cut a friend’s hair, but directly poked the knife into my friend’s head, repeatedly. They did the same to those who refused to let them cut their hair. I moved towards the teachers when I saw them start stabbing my friend, hope to gain some help from them. However, that was useless. Then I realized the monkeys side was the right side that we are supposed to be at. It’s too late to regret. I stepping backward towards the edge of the cliff when they approaching me, then I fell off the edge in the next second.

Then that’s the end of the nightmares, I was awaked. There is nothing much in the remaining part of that dream when I fell asleep again. I was being saved by someone as I’m falling down(suddenly though of a childhood song while I’m writing this.. London bridge is falling down~~ lolx..), who hide in a cave on the cliff, the plans of survival and nothing else.

The moral of the nightmare ( not “story” because it’s real) :

Human beings are the most dangerous creatures in the world, as you will never expect what they would do to you, how they do it, and the reason they doing it. Compared to human, animals are simply harmless. And even if they harms, they will eventually mastered by the humans, as they only creatures that have the “natural processor” to study everything, including themselves.

I’m feeling more and more insecure for living in this world, staying in a place of bad security which robbery, rape, and murder cases are happening each and every second, in a place that looks so far, yet too close to us.

When you listening to the real experience of someone you know, or reading the news from the papers, you hardly dare to imagine the scenery when the case is happening. The stabs, the blood, the pain of the victim… That’s the reason I felt frighten when the people are stabbing SOMEONE I KNOW, INTO THE HEAD. *shiver*

And, I believed each dream bring a meaning, or a hint to our life. I’d been dreaming of my real sister and cousin sister died. And guess what? I woke up in tears. I referred to some website, I got the opposite explanation that the “died” person in dreams will live long. I wonder how they get the conclusion, and whether it’s reliable.

If there is any explanation to the nightmares I’ve been in, please do let me know. I would appreciate it. ^^ Hmm, this shouldn’t go any longer, else I will get kill for being kill your eyes’ cells.. Haha, hope I’m not boring you.

Cheerz~
p/s : Why do nightmares sound like a fantasy story sia? *scratching head* Do you fell the same? =x (char char says she likes fiction stories when i told her this.. fiction sia~ ==)


** Update to the previous post : -KNS-KiDz official new ign ( official O.o?? lolz) would be -L0sT-xBlaze.. <33

ҒeelinĜs of Mińe @02:56



English
Friday, January 11, 2008

This is my 1st blog ever, in English.

I am not good in English, or I should say, not even in the "fair" level. Chinese is always my favourite language that I'm proud of, that I have a far far better ability to express the most thought in the least words.. Amazing, isn't it?

The next thing in your mind would be : then why English?
Here goes the reason behind the existance on this blog, in English : to share thing and thoughts with my beloved banana[1] friends.
I doubt that "to improve my English ability" could be one of the reason for making it in English.. Haha.. Point my error(s) out if you happened to spot it (them).. ^^

Been addicted to some online games recently, some games that I called it as noob games when being asked by my friend.
Why? Because all the games I'd involved in are to be categorized as the reflection games, as per term "reflection", it requires only the reflective response reacted by our brain (the part that called medula-oblongata[2]) without consuming any of the brain power.
I'm a lazy person, who always try to reduce the use of brain unnecessarily. This is the main reason that I've been in o2jam and audition, but still a very lousy player.. (you will agree when you meet me in games.. haha XP).
Other games like maple, dota etc, I would just raise the white flag and say : Sorry, I can't handle it..

Most audi-er[3] are from sg[4], and there are some who barely focus their study on Chinese languages. [5]
And they are the main reason that make me reluctant to quit audi, though I'd been so frustrated for being addicted in audi, for not able to live my life in a proper way that I was supposed to be.
Here comes the quote : "The best part in online gaming is ain't about the games, but the people you meet in the games" -- by -FreeDoM-ETa[6] (lolx?)

Last, but not least (wondering why people like to use this?), I would like to dedicate the blog to :

1. the 100% banana -MS-KiRASEN
~beloved audi friend who always looking for 2nai for her real, also audi bf tuoxiong, and in favour of half-inch thingy.. =x ps kira, exposed you out..

2. the partially banana tianyew
~a guy who talked about virginity and sex when I 1st met him in audi. Not sure if he's total or partial banana, but he used to told me that he can't read my sms when I send it in chinese..

3. the don't know is- or is-not- banana (I believe they are not)

-SAF-PRINCE ++ -KNS-KiDz[7]
~my beloved audi papa#2 and audi korkor who gave me lots of love and the touch of family.. (hmm.. warm~ ^^)

4. the totally non-banana DoLLYKilleR (hope I din miss-type her ign, sorry if I did..=x)
~ my beloved audi mei + partially real gan meimei who I use to les in o2.. haha, how ironic. Also, a girl who is crazy about her "lion" and keep emo-ing in front of me each and every single time I met her online.. Refer to her blog then you know why she is not a banana..


I supposed my 1st post shouldn't be this long. But, whatever~ To those good friend I TER-missed[8] out, sorry and do remember that you are important to me too.. ^^ Never upset for not being in the list. Love you all..<33>
Cheerz~~





**Notes:


[1] Banana :: Chinese who do not know Chinese languages
[2] Medula-oblongata :: Part of human brain that resposibled for uncontrolled reaction, including reflective reaction. However, I'm not sure whether it is the right part as I returned the knowledge to my beloved biology teacher long time ago.. =x)
[3] audi-er :: People who plays Audition, one of the online game with several servers all around the world. For me typically, the Sigapore server.
[4] sg :: Singapore in short, used the most during chat in most games.
[5] No offence. ^^
[6] -FreeDoM-ETa :: A lousy audi-er, who always being mis-called as "freedom" by the others.

[7] -KNS-KiDz :: Changing his ign soon. Will update in short.
[8] TER-missed :: TER- is a malay prefix, which brings a meaning of "accidentally". As an example, TERjatuh = accidetally fell down (FYI, jatuh=fall down). Therefore, TER-missed = accidentally missed out. XP



ҒeelinĜs of Mińe @10:48




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