Stress-talk/Ideals/Personal
Greetings, here is a post came straight from my dream. No source of inspiration but only source of stress, horror and joy. I uploaded therewith new songs which I hope you will leave my page on for some time to listen to them. No, I do not earn money from you staying any longer here or any frequent visits.
And...wth, Scott Weiland left Velvet Revolver. I haven't even got the latest Libertad album yet... it's sad and in another way maybe shedding some light, they could just find somebody more concrete in the vocals. Taking up Sebastian Bach may relive Guns N' Roses' style huh. Buckcherry vocalist? Here is a link to the news: http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1584599/20080401/velvet_revolver.jhtml. Anyway, why were vocalists always the main issue when band disbands, someone left the band or someone is fired. The same kind of thing happened to Guns N' Roses and Nightwish(can read the fire letter here: http://www.brokenteeth.com/snitz/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=270 but LimpBizkit is a little different, Wes who was the guitarist left himself but already returned.
A Feat. I finished a game. Samurai Legend Musashi. My gameplay time is 38 hours. My brother did it 21 hours. So you know not a skilful gamer I am. Embarked on a new game, Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter. Sucks a bit on PS2 because of its control-like Counter Strike-I would do very good if playing it on a computer with mouse. I played the game for 2 hours non-stop and developed headache and some sort of nauseous feeling. Ok, some say it's vomit-inducing to watch Cloverfield so I guess this has the same cause. The camera keeps moving up, down, left, right, strafe left, right, shoot, being shot, demo, being demo and ordering a partner around, helping out the reconnaissance and engage on a special tactic combat. At the end of a mission, a report will be given on how many killed, how many killed stealthily how accurate my shooting is and thus awarding points.
On one night before he was tricked into clicking a porn website link by a friend, Mr. Woon Wei Tong a.k.a Old Man, my former form 5 Cekal assistant class monitor a.k.a the monitor gave me a youtube link to a 25 minutes long video of Pangea Day. Inspiring, yes I like global peace messages even though I am all-talk-no-cock peace activist. So, I prepared a draft for a post on Pangea. Not ready.
Content Warning: Read on only if you are not perfectly sane or not having the perspective of life in the greatest and most positive majority would think in some ways proven by surveys. Writings ahead may cause emotional disturbances and may mentally stick some bad perception of me onto or the minority involved. Read at your own risk. I beg you just read it for leisure.
Part I
SO, I'll get to the intended post title point. Hell to dream world means nightmare. I dedicate this to my brain. Nightmares. Do you have nightmares? Do you wake up from a nightmare like in the TV-wake up gasping for 21% air content of oxygen and cold sweating? Or do you wake up dead? Nobody knows about wake up dead huh.. I wouldn't like it if you come telling me how it feels like waking up dead unless you're a successful resurrection(not undead). Or actually, have you been to hell and back? Nobody has ever come back to Mother Earth to tell the experience in hell(don't count medium's god conversation in trance). So I give a fresh definition of hell, in a nightmare. A nightmare can be defined as a bad dream or a bad experience. We always view hell as fiery with devils whipping(why is the fire element portrayed in hell?). And sometimes going through a tough time can make you say, "It's hell being in a relationship with her". So the term hell here is something real negative in most perspectives or grueling or scary. Alright, straight to the world of dreams and nightmare a.k.a hell.
I once read a malay folklore about not washing the feet before sleeping will induce nightmare. For my case, I don't know... maybe I forgot to brush my teeth or just a tiny food particle still stuck in a tiny crevice. Even just 10 minutes will have me dreaming of something whether it's good or bad, there was once I dreamt of talking to my crush in my 20 minutes nap. I usually wake up sweating because of the Malaysia climate and weather.
And what are nightmares trying to tell us? Our fears. Our nemesis, I'd say. Let's take for an example, you used to like to scope a girl so in a "nightmare" you would be caught for scoping girls. Dreams are our subconscious lives. What we want, what we don't what or what happens, what happened and what's going to happen. So dreams deal with our sleeping conscience. We could slip too, that's what usually happens when you fall in a dream, you ended up falling from bed or kicking your leg or make a sudden jerking movement in a midst of your sleep. In Hokkien, we call it, "pa toh longkang". I always have it when I sleep in the car. I heard from people saying according to their own theory or some scientific fact, usually falling from the sky or drowning in dreams are result of the body lapsing into a state of rest where it does not feel so much anymore on the bed. So, imagine your nerves tell you that you are lying straight floating with no support underneath you. You will in reflex action quickly struggle or go panic like drowning trying to reach for something. Get the idea? Falling from the sky, how nice. I've had jumping off building dreams quite a number of times. Landing means waking up from sleep for sure. I don't wake up dead, I just went to hell and back. haah
Let me just elaborate or briefly tell you what I had in a nightmare last week. I made a inference that my nightmare was caused by playing a first-person shooting game with horrible looking creature enemies and bloodshed, Serious Sam 2 with Jon and Hooi. And my Editorial Board juniors not doing well in their duties. Here, the outline of my hell: Ugly mutations of monkeys gone wild on our Earth. They can talk. They are result of uncontrolled interspecies mating spree. There is one species(I even remember the name given in my nightmare) called the Neighing Monkey. It has insect eyes, no mouth and make horse sounds plus they attack viciously on humans. Another type can talk and they practically live on my grandfather's rambutan tree. wth. Speaking and threatening me in my own home compound. Another scene was in a courthouse in a a big building. There, my EdBod juniors gave in to a hearing for some case. I was so f* furious on why they just walk away like that cause the whole team to lose. Outside the building you have that kind of Cloverfield monster's attacking environment. Then, I went back to my house and saw my crush and her friend in my keyboard room doing their homework. wth. I have countless dreams of having her in my house so no surprise. That just explains my longing for her.
On one night before he was tricked into clicking a porn website link by a friend, Mr. Woon Wei Tong a.k.a Old Man, my former form 5 Cekal assistant class monitor a.k.a the monitor gave me a youtube link to a 25 minutes long video of Pangea Day. Inspiring, yes I like global peace messages even though I am all-talk-no-cock peace activist. So, I prepared a draft for a post on Pangea. Not ready.
Content Warning: Read on only if you are not perfectly sane or not having the perspective of life in the greatest and most positive majority would think in some ways proven by surveys. Writings ahead may cause emotional disturbances and may mentally stick some bad perception of me onto or the minority involved. Read at your own risk. I beg you just read it for leisure.
Part I
SO, I'll get to the intended post title point. Hell to dream world means nightmare. I dedicate this to my brain. Nightmares. Do you have nightmares? Do you wake up from a nightmare like in the TV-wake up gasping for 21% air content of oxygen and cold sweating? Or do you wake up dead? Nobody knows about wake up dead huh.. I wouldn't like it if you come telling me how it feels like waking up dead unless you're a successful resurrection(not undead). Or actually, have you been to hell and back? Nobody has ever come back to Mother Earth to tell the experience in hell(don't count medium's god conversation in trance). So I give a fresh definition of hell, in a nightmare. A nightmare can be defined as a bad dream or a bad experience. We always view hell as fiery with devils whipping(why is the fire element portrayed in hell?). And sometimes going through a tough time can make you say, "It's hell being in a relationship with her". So the term hell here is something real negative in most perspectives or grueling or scary. Alright, straight to the world of dreams and nightmare a.k.a hell.
I once read a malay folklore about not washing the feet before sleeping will induce nightmare. For my case, I don't know... maybe I forgot to brush my teeth or just a tiny food particle still stuck in a tiny crevice. Even just 10 minutes will have me dreaming of something whether it's good or bad, there was once I dreamt of talking to my crush in my 20 minutes nap. I usually wake up sweating because of the Malaysia climate and weather.
And what are nightmares trying to tell us? Our fears. Our nemesis, I'd say. Let's take for an example, you used to like to scope a girl so in a "nightmare" you would be caught for scoping girls. Dreams are our subconscious lives. What we want, what we don't what or what happens, what happened and what's going to happen. So dreams deal with our sleeping conscience. We could slip too, that's what usually happens when you fall in a dream, you ended up falling from bed or kicking your leg or make a sudden jerking movement in a midst of your sleep. In Hokkien, we call it, "pa toh longkang". I always have it when I sleep in the car. I heard from people saying according to their own theory or some scientific fact, usually falling from the sky or drowning in dreams are result of the body lapsing into a state of rest where it does not feel so much anymore on the bed. So, imagine your nerves tell you that you are lying straight floating with no support underneath you. You will in reflex action quickly struggle or go panic like drowning trying to reach for something. Get the idea? Falling from the sky, how nice. I've had jumping off building dreams quite a number of times. Landing means waking up from sleep for sure. I don't wake up dead, I just went to hell and back. haah
Let me just elaborate or briefly tell you what I had in a nightmare last week. I made a inference that my nightmare was caused by playing a first-person shooting game with horrible looking creature enemies and bloodshed, Serious Sam 2 with Jon and Hooi. And my Editorial Board juniors not doing well in their duties. Here, the outline of my hell: Ugly mutations of monkeys gone wild on our Earth. They can talk. They are result of uncontrolled interspecies mating spree. There is one species(I even remember the name given in my nightmare) called the Neighing Monkey. It has insect eyes, no mouth and make horse sounds plus they attack viciously on humans. Another type can talk and they practically live on my grandfather's rambutan tree. wth. Speaking and threatening me in my own home compound. Another scene was in a courthouse in a a big building. There, my EdBod juniors gave in to a hearing for some case. I was so f* furious on why they just walk away like that cause the whole team to lose. Outside the building you have that kind of Cloverfield monster's attacking environment. Then, I went back to my house and saw my crush and her friend in my keyboard room doing their homework. wth. I have countless dreams of having her in my house so no surprise. That just explains my longing for her.
[The Scream by artist Edvard Munch]The whole thing explains my eccentricity?? in dreaming. No, brainsick maybe.. or demented. Normal case, a sick person will tell you he's ok but in reality maybe he's not.
Part II
That's for what happened and what happens. What about what is going to happen? Is it still based on what we experience in life? I mean, we predict in life? Or being clairvoyant. Or omen. I would say omen. I have something which I finally want to share in public. Maybe(hopefully) if you have such encounter you would feel not lonely and might want to share with me, which I also think it's plausible... you guys are not as "crazy" as me. I have these scary nerve-wrecking omen telling dreams. And, it is so true that I fear I dream of that omen and because it signifies death. I'm sorry I am writing on deaths now. You know Harry Potter, the black dog symbol signifies death. Yeah, it's the exact same thing in my nightmares and dreams. No, it can't be resolved to watching too much cartoons, movies or read too much fantasy books. It's so hell f* coincidental. Maybe I dreamt of that thing but I didn't receive any news it may just had happened to other people other place not related to me.
This happens in 2004. A series of events chained and foretold in a world of fantasy. But ended in a disturbing and unpleasant horridness. A trepidation worth not remembering. 1st encounter: I dreamt of this big rottweiler(dog) the size of an adult bear. It was chasing me and two other friends. In the end we gone our own separate ways so the creature couldn't get us all at once. I met my father and fled in the car. OK, back to reality. Next day, I received a phone call. My uncle passed away. Of course I didn't know of the link back then. And then found out that one friend who was in my dream too, broke his toes. Another friend, bought a mask. This connection is a little bit funny but I just take them into account so it would be more interesting and not just the gloom of my uncle's untimely death.
That was the first. Of course(again) every time after I had a dream of the black creature I don't go thinking myself the creeps of knowing that someone is going to die. I just got this conclusion after several brain "storming" and "digging" to connect the events. As I can remember, the omen came to me for the deaths of my great grand aunt(or is it grand aunt), stepgrandmother and....hopefully that's all... Basically, that's all about nightmares I would like to write on about.
Furthermore, a lot of my dreams actually foretell certain desire achievements. You know, I've always wanted to own an electric guitar and I always dreamt of my friends having them but never myself. Yeah, I still don't have one. I did actually dreamt of me playing one once, maybe it's not mine and hell, the guitar that appeared in my dream was exactly the guitar I drew on my exam question paper based on a real guitar. Cheers to dreams and nightmares. A toast to Morpheus, God of Dreams. I did a personality test somewhere in the net, and the result shows that I am more like Morpheus. So that's it, I'm a avid daydreamer after all...
This happens in 2004. A series of events chained and foretold in a world of fantasy. But ended in a disturbing and unpleasant horridness. A trepidation worth not remembering. 1st encounter: I dreamt of this big rottweiler(dog) the size of an adult bear. It was chasing me and two other friends. In the end we gone our own separate ways so the creature couldn't get us all at once. I met my father and fled in the car. OK, back to reality. Next day, I received a phone call. My uncle passed away. Of course I didn't know of the link back then. And then found out that one friend who was in my dream too, broke his toes. Another friend, bought a mask. This connection is a little bit funny but I just take them into account so it would be more interesting and not just the gloom of my uncle's untimely death.
That was the first. Of course(again) every time after I had a dream of the black creature I don't go thinking myself the creeps of knowing that someone is going to die. I just got this conclusion after several brain "storming" and "digging" to connect the events. As I can remember, the omen came to me for the deaths of my great grand aunt(or is it grand aunt), stepgrandmother and....hopefully that's all... Basically, that's all about nightmares I would like to write on about.
Furthermore, a lot of my dreams actually foretell certain desire achievements. You know, I've always wanted to own an electric guitar and I always dreamt of my friends having them but never myself. Yeah, I still don't have one. I did actually dreamt of me playing one once, maybe it's not mine and hell, the guitar that appeared in my dream was exactly the guitar I drew on my exam question paper based on a real guitar. Cheers to dreams and nightmares. A toast to Morpheus, God of Dreams. I did a personality test somewhere in the net, and the result shows that I am more like Morpheus. So that's it, I'm a avid daydreamer after all...
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"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die." says the Lord - John Chapter 11, Verse 25 - 26
I came across this excerpt in the newspaper and I find it amusing. I feel power and godly reading it. hah. There is a hidden meaning behind my words... so read between the lines.I can prove that God exists almost everywhere or He can be anywhere.
1. When you enter a cubicle you saw the toilet unflushed with floating objects, you say "OMG, uwekk... wth broken flush."
2. When you walk your car and search for your keys you say "OMG, where's my keys?"
3. After you bathed at the public shower room you say, "Omg wth someone stole my clothes!"
4. As you look through the school exam questions you whisper, "oh god, I didn't study."
Whole lot more of everyday life incidents where you apply the term 'God' you will come across it. haha Isn't it true?
haah Just yesterday I forgot to bring my towel into the bathroom I have to resort to walking out naked and dripping wet. I didn't say OMG, I uttered a loud "SH*T". That's it. Cheers.
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