Best. Dream. Ever. Dream number 12.

It’s a relatively short one so I’ll keep it short.

 

I’m in a stadium-esque venue with a huge stage. I got on the stage from the backstage (duh) and got on the drums (with The Adventure by Angels & Airwaves playing in the background) and I never felt like a boss like that before.

 

There’s a guy on stage in a kendo suit spinning a giant stick with flags on each end. But I got on it and played le drums [solo] of song (I think it’s titled ”Perfection”[The title just popped up like how you see it in a music video]). The big overhead lights started flashing and the two things I noticed were the hi-hat was too low and the two toms were too high.

Weirdly, I still remember some of the drum beats for said song. As far as I know, there is no song titled “Perfection” that I know of. (Okay scratch that. There is no rock song named “Perfection” that I know of.)

So, I started playing le drums and then I got a kiss from a girl who sneaked up on stage. Turns out, it was my dog. And I woke up. FML.

 

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

Alpha

Alpha. The beginning. For in two days time, a whole new chapter in my life will commence. A new string of faces to recognize, a volley of names to remember. A stressful schedule to cope with, and an endless need to alliterate all sentences.

Yet, there are still some unsolved dilemmas which should have been decided upon weeks, if not, months ago.
A fork in the road, a split end of a thread of hair. Yet another junction in the endeavours of the pursuit of education and ultimately, in life.

It is not very “me” to go all philosophical on these trivial matters but that provides me with solace, of all things.

WARNING : RHYME AHEAD.

How should I decide the path which I should take?
I don’t even have a clue; oh goodness sake!
I can’t be pushed on which decision to make;
And I am currently unable to dive into a lake.

I have yet to discover my true potential;
I didn’t get any advice which is substantial;
Never have I made fuss about things so trivial,
But this is a good start in combating denial.

How does that even make any sense?
Your guess is as good as any gents.
I hate it when people ask :”Why so tense?”
Stupid questions drive me over the fence.

So advise me on how I should go about this agenda;
Because I have no clue on which factors to consider.
Hopelessness pushes me into donning a bandanna;
Because in this land, there is no laughter.

 

 

Sorry for the lack of posts, I have no excuses.

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

Genesis

First off, I apologize for the two-plus weeks of absence. Though I was at my sister’s place, a laptop wasn’t always available. It was a fun time there, nevertheless; those memories are best told at a later date.

Fortunately, I am able (although it isn’t confirmed yet since the letter is still 5 feet away from me) to postpone my National Service due to the fact that I’ll be starting my form 6 (that’s A Levels, to you people) sooner than expected.
This way, I get to attend weddings. (BOOZE!)

Sadly, I’ll be starting school very soon. In like two weeks. The whole cycle will start again. *Le sigh*
Not sure if happy or sad.

Oh wells, this is just the beginning of the “rest of my life” , so I probably have to put in much more effort than I am capable of, of which I doubt I can.

And people, liking my questions on Facebook isn’t really helping me (nor you, for that matter).

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

It runs in the family.

For far too long,  I have thought that I was the odd one out in my family. That I’m the only one who have dreamed weird dreams and even weirder futures (deja vu) and at times, it was a source of comfort, of sorts.

But today after a light chatter over dinner, I have discovered that my dad, too, have this capability. His dreams and mine are somewhat different. Mine are more to premonitions and his are just plain weird. Below is a dream that he shared just now.

1 : Le Moroccan Princess

Minute details of this dream is hazy since my dad had this dream a very long time ago but here goes.

My dad was on vacation in Morocco, with a bunch of friends. They were on a cruise ship; a huge one, at that. They were at the ship’s pub when the band’s bassist fainted and the vocalist of the band (they were playing oldies. The era of this dream is ambiguous.)

Being a bassist himself, my dad volunteered to fill in for the injured bassist and the vocalist asked my dad what songs he knew, and after a few lines of conversation they started churning out tunes that made the whole room resonate with a groovy vibe (come to think of it, I’m guessing 80′s. But my dad have never been on a cruise ship nor has he been to Morocco.)

Unbeknownst to my dad and his mates, there was a member of a royal family on board, and she (along with her entourage and a few bodyguards) were sitting in a corner, and this lady, who shall henceforth be known as Blah Blah, was observing this (presumably) young lad of a bassist who saved the day.

My dad didn’t want to say what happened next (presumably he and his friends got drunk or something) and fast-forward a month later, my dad was at home, with a friend, goofing off , when a knock came to the door.

Surprise surprise. It was the pwincezz who has came to ask my dad for his hand in marriage. [This story was awkward for my dad to tell (even awkward for me to listen) because my mom was also there. Surprise surprise.]

That awkward moment when your dad has weirder dreams than you have.

Glad to know that I’m not the only one.

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

Dear Future Caleb.

I hope NS didn’t fuck you up too drastically. How have you been coping with studies? I presume it’d be Form 6 since as of now, no letters have made to my way yet. Hope you’ve made a few friends there. As of now (you’ve probably known this.), I have no friends in Alor Star whom are free to chill. Everyone’s so preoccupied with their daily routines. I just can’t interfere with their cycle (pun not intended).

So, I hope that the NS trainers released you early in time for Form 6. I don’t want to miss out of 6 weeks of school…. But you’ve already gone through that , so , bravo to you. I sincerely wish that you have been able to stay away from any form of addiction just to cope with Form 6.

So, formally asking… How are you? I have only one piece of advice for you. GIVE IT YOUR ALL FOR FORM 6.

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

In need of Morphlings.

Just finished reading The Hunger Games Trilogy and, while the first two books ended on a pretty good note, the third book gave me a pretty grim mood and I just want to down all the booze I can find, at the moment; which, sadly, is none.

So, in honor of those who have died in all three books, I’ve listed a list of the most depressing deaths of The Hunger Games Trilogy. Drum roll, please!

Coming in at 10, is the horrific death that came to Cato, when he begged Katniss to end him after being attacked by dead-tribute-wolves.

9, is the sudden and shocking death of Rue, when Marvel spears Rue in the stomach, prompting Katniss to send an arrow through his neck. Saddening part was when Katniss sings the lullaby, instantly shattering my heart.

At number 8, is the death of Mitchell. An enraged, and somewhat different Peeta who kicks Mitchell into a net of barbed wire. While this injures him to a certain extent, he is ultimately killed by a black, tar-like substance. Talk about over-kill.

7, is the death of Mags, the old lady in her 80′s from District 4. Injured, Katniss kept stumbling when carrying Mags. Finnick can’t carry both Mags and Peeta at the same time. Upon realizing this, Mags kisses Finnick and jumps into the poisonous fog, promptly causing her skin to corrode and her body to jerk uncontrollably; ultimately killing her.

6, is no death as gruesome as the triple homicide by the lizard mutts of the Capitol in the underground sewers. Yes, you’ve guessed it. Finnick, Homes and Castor. When running towards the exit, Katniss sees a set of unmistakably green eyes, crying for help. Wanting to help, but stopped by Gale, she can only keep a straight face and move on. (It is implied that Leeg 1 and Jackson both lost their heads by this creature as well.)

Coming down to 5, is the double-whammy of Boggs. After accidentally stepping on a land-mine, which blew off both of his legs, Squad 451 drags him into an apartment, seeking shelter. Whammy number two comes when Boggs passes the security clearance of his Holo to Katniss, instructing her to go forth with her mission and to not trust them.

At 4, is the gruesome end of Leeg 2, the other twin in the Star Squad. Poisonous darts shooting out of a pod and into your brain. Ouch.

3, is the side-splitting (totally intended) end of Wiress “Nuts” . Killed by Gloss, on the beach. It must not have been the most ideal of places, since it’s out in the open; albeit at night (if I’m not mistaken). Sliced in the neck, Wiress tumbles down like the falling World Trade Center on 9/11. Katniss drives an arrow from afar through Gloss’s temple.

Coming in at number 2, is the death of Clove in the 74th Hunger Games. At the hands of Thresh, her skull was smashed into a rock. Think squished snail.

At numero uno, is the penultimate, most depressing thing I’ve ever read. It has got to be the death of Prim, with Katniss on a flagpole, watching helplessly. Mental breakdown ensues, turning Katniss into a suicidal jelly for a few months, before Peeta shows up again.

 

I feel severely depressed. From the fact that I now have nothing to read; and from the fact that Finnick Odair, a somewhat jubilant and cheeky fellow, lost his head, both figuratively and literally; and Primrose Everdeen, with her guts splattering around from the double-bomb parachute device.

 

What do I do with my life now?

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

Time

If space is time and time is space, life would definitely be much better. By simply going back to the same spot where learned how to ride a bicycle, you’d be able to instantly relive those memories vividly as though you are watching yourself in third-person, albeit with a slight stalker vibe emanating from your conscience.

But hold up! We CAN do that, although utilizing a different mechanism, and is heavily dependent on many factors; primarily the brain. The passage of time may dilute our grasp on a particular memory, since time involves the onset of numerous new stimuli and with stimuli, comes memories.

Time may be the worst enemy you can have. They rob you of your good times, morph you and your friends into doppelgangers who just so happens to look like the person you once know.  Ridding us of the truly joyful seconds which we only grow appreciative towards months; years, even, after that particular moment has come to pass.

Time may also be the kindest ally you can acquaint. Healing your scars off your back. Teaching through a multitude of media, carbon-based organisms and even through space itself. Whether or not you can decipher the logic within the Fibonacci sequence or the Golden Ratio, may be totally absurd, but do know that time makes you numb towards the things that aren’t required in your life, intensifies the things that are; and even (and this is very hard for me to acknowledge) poof new friends in your life.  The next challenge is to learn how to ‘retain’ your friends.

I may seem a bit philosophical at the moment, but inebriation is what I need [or I think I do].  This boredom has got to end. Pokemon Platinum can only keep me occupied for so long.

Hopefully, in 20-35 years time, I can tell my kids how I prevented myself from going into an insanely intense depressive state by writing shit on a blog (if it still exists, that is.)

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

*kcchhhhhtt* The Eagle has left the nest. Over. *kcccchhhhhtthhh*

So it has come to this. Friends, relatives, and a few people of whom I only know their name, are all leaving town. This town is going to be empty. The morbid bunch (or rather, Confusion Club. *shudders*) are all spreading out. So I guess this means I have to make new friends? I cringe at the thought of it. It is not easy, you know.

Each one of us have our cliques. Yet, mine are all dispersed. Virtually non-existent. Shockingly, I can’t wait to go for NS… Or even form 6.

 

I guess it’s only up to me and Mayo to keep the Morbid Bunch alive.

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

At a fork on the road.

Life-changing. That’s how I can describe it. Oh, and also “A slap in the face”. Silly me; to ever think that I’d do well in exams. I may have gloated a bit too much. It’s this sort of jolt that always gets me down. But, at the very least, this teaches me humility.

 

As I drove, I kept distracting myself, trying hard not to imagine the worst case scenario. Not to freak out. To keep my composure. But as I sat there in the hall, waiting for my results, my heart sprinted into a race.

Believe it or not, I have foresaw this day. The coming of this epic “slap in the face”. Nothing like FIVE fingers across the cheek. Gets the adrenaline pumping. I kept thinking to myself : Fingers and  hearts crossed. Do not put a number on your own expectations.

 

But I was wrong to overestimate my own abilities. Although it was definitely unexpected that I’d get a B+ for my history. HUZZAH! And a C+ for Morals!

I really don’t know what to say to myself, to be honest. It’s a good thing that Sasha got straights, though. With all the doors that it’d open.  :/ One less person in this town, I guess.

Five aardvarks are nothing to be celebrating about. Not with the four beetles and one cat it drags behind.

Looks like I’m going to the bottom of the whirlpool. Form 6, please go easy on me.

 

-Spacem4nSpiff out-

Agent Gibbs and a very weird Roller Coaster Theme Park .Dream number 11.

I don’t know why my dreams only come in two parts, but I cannot control my subconscious.

:INITIATING SEQUENCE ONE:

Two people, Agent Gibbs and Dinozzo were running through an urban landscape battlefield. It was a 2-player co-op  game, of sorts. I was “controlling” Gibbs. We were on the fourth floor of a building. Looking out the window, we saw a group of rival troops aiming their scopes at us. I grabbed my sniper rifle out and laid low, desperately trying to get an aim. Then, another group of bad guys found us and we started running. This time, we headed to the ground floor warehouse. The place had ammo stashes and guns laying about like L4D1/2. And true enough, there were zombies. O.o. 

I got snagged and was pulled to a spot behind the crates located at my 4-o’clock; by a smoker, probably. Then, all hell broke loose  when we saw a tank running at me and Player 2. Oh and also, a hunter decided to show up, pouncing Player 2.

A NCIS-Left4Dead crossover game would sound nice, wouldn’t it? :/

:TERMINATING SEQUENCE ONE:

:REBOOTING:

:INITIATING SEQUENCE TWO:

I was walking through the area surrounding the theme park. Oddly enough, there was a private college (KDU, I think.) literally beside the theme park. I was driving a golf-cart of sorts. I was at an apartment which is also located in the general area (General Area *salutes*). There were a few cars at the T-junction in front of me, while a motorcycle was waiting for the green light. I turned right, and proceeded along the road.

I had blacked out a few seconds, totally forgetting about the parking of the vehicle and the entrance to the place.

I met up with Sasha, and we walked together; then her phone rang. ‘Twas her mom, I think. Anyway, we were prancing around the area without aim, without a destination; as we were following each other. -.-

The place isn’t the open-area type theme park that is of the norm. The paths to the entrances to each of the roller coasters started in this square-ish blue room that we somehow managed to get into. The doors aren’t ordinary doors either. You had to pull them down (think medieval draw-bridges.) via a rope at the side of each of the doors.

Shockingly there were not many people there. We came to this path at the very far left of the room. We were ready to get in line when I had a phone call, and instructed Sasha to go ahead without me. Her ride started as soon as my phone call ended. And bizarrely, there were these little levers at the side of the window where you can “attack” the passengers of the rides. Me, being the immature one, just couldn’t resist the lure of doing so. Oh and it started raining just then. Looking out of the window , dozens of other roller coasters are visible. They also were built very close to the water, some even going through a tunnel within the water. O.o

This is when it gets hazy. The metaphorical hazy, not the literal one. I think I got onto another ride in a vague attempt to “ditch” Sasha since she “ditched” (technically it’s my fault since I told her to go forth) me. Next thing I remember, my dog is licking my face. Gah.

:TERMINATING SEQUENCE TWO:

It seems that games will be getting more realistic with the progression of augmented reality in the future. o.O

-Spacem4nSpiff out-