This is Camiguin’s Walkway, the trail that made my head dizzy. T_T

SO, in MY opinion, i can have my opinion on both books and movies so i don’t care what you guys think about what i think since this is gonna be my note on MY facebook account and if you’re pissed off of what i write then go ahead and be pissed off but it would be best to just NOT read my note and make YOUR own note regarding this ‘issue’.

There i made it plain and simple.  And for those who have the same sentiments as i do, we might have connected brains, you know, somewhere outside this virtual world i can be someone you can ‘sanely’ talk to and for those who actually have NO idea what i’m ‘ranting’ about you can still keep reading, you might get some valuable information if you do, but if not, then ‘drop the book’ and close this window.

So here it is, I like the novel of Battle Royale better than its movie because aside from too much alterations in the movie, you can really see that the movie is not well produced (maybe because I watched it a few years later from its year of release but actually the movie has garnered lots of award).  The casts are okay except from the fact that the protagonist Shuya Nanahara was played by Tatsuya Fujiwara who also played Yagami Light in Death Note, he really is a good actor (ok no biases) but i don’t really like the movie version.  If you’re someone who expects too much gore because of the book then you’ll be disappointed because there’s none.

When i decided to watch the movie version i actually prepared myself mentally and psycologically in case the movie would be too much to bear.  I actually thought i would end up puking after watching the movie since Japanese Movies that are ‘gore’ are stereotyped as really ‘gore’, you know something like when an arm is cut by a katana all the blood will spurt all over the screen like water from a hose.

There was even a scene in the book where the head burst open like a crushed watermelon, bloody with too much carnage.  That’s how i imagined it with some of the scenes in the novel but half of it was never in the movie. Ok, so why did i watch the movie?  Because the novel was TOO cool that i thought a movie version of it would be really great but it turned out, what can i say, ‘urgh’.

About the Hunger Games, I like the movie version better than the book.  Aside from the fact that the movie casts are great and they were perfect for their role especially Jennifer Lawrence who played Katniss Everdeen, they also did a good job acting and the effects, well, i really liked it.  I coundn’t have imagined it more in the book (hahahha..).  Actually i do not plan on watching the Hunger Games movie when i learned that there will be a movie version due to the fact that halfway in the second book of the Trilogy, Catching Fire, i have lost all interest in reading the book.

Let’s say, it’s just too ‘teenage’ for me..hahhah…so i never read it again until i saw the trailer for the movie and it triggered my interest again but i still did not finish the books.  I actually couldn’t remember what the second book is all about since it was already a year ago that i read the book.  Anyway, i still couldn’t blame it if the Hunger Games has so many fans particualary those in preteens, teens and tweens..hahahha..but then again, that movie was so much better than the novel.

Better watch the movie than read the book, it’ll ruin you..hahha…but if you just wanna have a background of the story before you watch the movie you can read it in wiki (just like what my sister did), though this isn’t the site that you could say reliable, but i can’t think of any better site that could tell you the basic background of the movie..hahha..

There.  Another thing, about this issue of comparison or of the ‘alleged’ taking of ‘intellectual property’ of the novelist, i don’t think that’s rational.  I don’t even know who started it, maybe those who made it up are just too much of a fanatic.  Yes, both the novels have the same idea of compelled-teenagers-killing-each-other-for-survival concept but the stories are totally different.  Yes both have characters who evilly kill so they could win like Cato in Hunger Games and Kiriyama in Battle Royale, or a contolled game location, an island for Battle Royale while a secluded arena for Hunger Games.

But in totality the stories are far far too different that you can’t say it’s copied unlike with the case of Avatar and Pocahontas..hahahha… Battle Royale looks like it has harem as its ‘genre’ since almost all of the girls in the class likes the protagonist which is so much like any shoujo manga you read (if you’re a manga reader, you can relate) while in Hunger Games, the love interest was focused on Gale-Katniss-Peeta characters.  Also, in Hunger Games, the winner gets a ‘prize’ while in Battle Royale, the winner is just relocated with no assurance if he’ll be safe or will be unluckily chosen for another battle royale just like Shogo who was in the Program for the second time.

Well, i’m kinda tired now so for those who still didn’t read the novel of Battle Royale or watch the Hunger Games movie, you better do it now.!..hahah..or else..actually you won’t miss anytihing..really..  thanks for being patient during my nonesense mood, if there is such word..  arigatou. komawo. ^_^

03.27.12.bookmuncher.

For those who do not know, AvatarWiki is the wiki of The Last Airbender which is analogous to NarutoWiki or OnePieceWiki which you find yourself scrolling and reading after googling some characters of the anime that you tried to research.  Ok so enough with the gibberish, let’s go directly to the purpose of my note.

I actually was searching for the voice actor of Mako in the Legend of Korrah, the sequel of The Last Airbender, (which I obviously wasn’t able to found out owing to the fact that I wrote about something else other than that) when on the trivia section I read that Mako was actually named after Makoto Iwamatsu who was an Academy Award-nominated American actor of Japanese ancestry where most of his acting roles credited him simply as “Mako”, omitting his surname and is a shortened form of the Japanese name Makoto (信), meaning “faithfulness”.  And for those who tried guessing, No, Mako was not based on him but Yes!  he voiced General Iroh.  Mako was named after him because the creators of LOK and ATLA wanted to dedicate it in his honor, talk about heart touching and sentimental.  Ok,… my,… why do my tear glands start to go against my will, I was literally trying to hold back tears…T___T…(bwahahha).

After finding that out, of course being me, the miss-research-reliant-and-google-everything-me, I didn’t stop there, who would?  After finally finding out something about my fave beer-bellied character I would obviously search deeper and like a pirate who has just found a treasure map, I went on and made my journey into the virtual world, navigating through the sea of words, killing the monsters named Error 404, keeping myself awake as I go through the water channel of enticing songs of the mermaids and defeating other pirate looters who keep popping out advertisements and widows trying to lure me with their ever stupid claim that I won 1 million dollars so that they can put their hands on my map, as if I would fall for their stupidly made-up traps.  Seriously, I hate pop-up windows!  Ok, I got too carried away and am currently off-track.

I moved on and clicked the highlighted ‘Makoto Iwamatsu’ and found myself reading through the entry about him in the AvatarWiki and I found out that he already died on July 21, 2006 at the age of 72 after a brief period of suffering from esophageal cancer and he voiced General Iroh up until Book 2 of ATLA.  And here’s the thing that really made me stop skimming directly through the end of the page.

The Tales of Iroh in Book 2 Episode 15 of ATLA the Tales of Ba Sing Se, which i would like to note as a tear-jerking episode except, as always, from Sokka’s part, was actually dedicated in honor (stammered reading)of (sobs) Makoto Iwamatsu (tear glands welling up) for his (eyes blurring) contribution (nose drippin..bwahaha) to ATLA (I was literally bawling and my sister had this what-the-hell-were-you-just-reading-face).  I remembered my college days watching the whole series anticipating for more of General Iroh’s words of wisdom and relaxing tea time moments with the ever heated up Zuko, who, by the way, was also one of my favourite characters..(bwahaha).

So that was what the “In honor of Mako” was all about.  I actually wondered what that dedication was for since there wasn’t any “Mako” character in ATLA during that time.  Boy that was nostalgic.  I may be six years late but as a General Iroh fan here’s to Mr. Mako Iwamatsu.  Thank you for being the greatest voice actor of General Iroh, in whom I have my biggest respect, without your voice, he wouldn’t be General Iroh.  For me, YOU are General Iroh T___T. RIP.

P.S. I actually just found out that Greg Baldwin the voice actor who continued Mr. Iwamatsu’s role had to study his voice technique over the years.  Talk about priceless talent.

15052012

“Fight the good fight of faith.  Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses.”  1 Timothy 6:12

OK.  The title of the message at church today was actually How to Overcome Spiritual Bullies but I do not want to copy the pastor’s title so I made a different title.  I really love the message today that I want to make a recap just like how they do it in Dramabeans. haha!  For those who do not know, Dramabeans is a website where all highest rating Korean dramas are being recapped and posted before the actual videos are uploaded with subs.  So basically, those that are too impatient to wait for another day for the subbed videos of their favorite Korean dramas to be uploaded on online streaming sites, they can read all the recaps they want in Dramabeans.  Anyway enough for that, I just wanted to have a recap of the pastor’s message too, so here it is.

The text of the message is found in 1 Timothy 6:12 as I have written above and the pastor (forgive me for not knowing his name, I always forget) started with opening the topic of the latest issue about the North Korean rocket launch that failed.  The big nations have many assumptions as to how the rocket launch has failed but according to the picture of the rocket (which was being projected), it is because of the part of the rocket with the CD-R King icon on it.  It probably failed because of that. (This made the congregation laugh in unison).

Japan however has other plans. When the rocket will pass through their territory, they have already prepared all their hi-tech weapons to shoot down the rocket if ever it does so.  Projected in front is a google earth image of the Japanese top secret location where Voltes-V is seen together with other military weaponry (another burst of laughter from the congregation).  He added however than when the rocket will pass over the Philippine territory, we will just wait for it to fall down and then we’ll sell the scraps per kilo (another burst of laughter which lasted longer).  Pastor also didn’t fail to mention the latest news about the China-Philippines stand-off in Scarborough Shoal.

Here he describes how these powerful nation are like bullies to other smaller countries around them.  He then defines what a bully is and he defined is as someone who fights those who have weaker capacities to defend themselves.  It’s someone who takes someone else’s lunch if they wanted to.  As Christians, we also have spiritual bullies.  These bullies will also try to take our lunch which Jesus gave to us for free.  Now if we do not fight back, these bullies would not back down and will just keep bullying us for all they want.

The pastor then shared three points on how to overcome spiritual bullies.  First is (1)FIGHT.  The first sentence of the verse says, Fight the good fight.  The word ‘fight’ was actually taken from a Greek word (which I wasn’t able to jot down) that means ‘to contend with an adversary’.  The moment that we became Christians, we already have an adversary and this adversary is UNBELIEF.

Now, there are three primary sources of unbelief.  First is the WORLD.  When we look at the news or any TV shows it always show us unbelief.  The world always pulls down our faith that being in the world is like rowing against the water current that when we get tired and decide to stop rowing, it’ll be sure that we are gonna be swept away by the strong current that flows downstream.

Second source is the FLESH.  Our flesh has always been wired with unbelief.  It’s like we were initially programmed not to believe the truth.  Our flesh always directs us to do what is opposite to what God wants us to do.  Even Apostle Paul had a letter with this topic given to the early church but he also said that it is because of Christ that we overcome the desires of our flesh.

I like the illustration of the pastor regarding this topic and it is through this that I learned that his wife is a dentist.  He illustrated this condition through a story where when they were younger, his mom had all of his siblings, including him, wear braces.  Now of course, braces are put to make the crooked teeth aligned and it is a painful experience and you also need to have a lot of patience.  You have to visit the dentists for many times every month and this would last for many years depending on the condition of your teeth.  And even after the braces were taken off, you still have to wear retainers to make the alignment permanent because the forces in you teeth that puts it back to its original place are still there and if you do not wear retainers, your teeth will just go back to its original crooked alignment.

All of us also need spiritual retainers.  Even after we became Christians, the forces that will tend to pull us back are still there and we need to have spiritual retainers to make the change in our lives permanent.  We need to read, confess and claim God’s word every moment in our lives so that we will be reminded of God’s promises, of how He has already won the victory and that through Him we can also be victorious.

The third source of unbelief is the DEVIL.  He has always been and will always be the ultimate source of unbelief.  But I really like that pastor pointed out that Apostle Paul wrote on the first sentence of the text that the fight that we are fighting is a good fight.  Meaning, we are already winners even before we start the fight.  It’s just that we just have to fight to show the devil who’s gonna be the winner.  God has already given us the victory.  The devil has no power over us and what he can only do is condemn, lie and deceive us so that we won’t fight, but he can never  win.  We need to fight the bully so that it will back down and stop bullying us.

So now we know that we need to fight the good fight, so how do we do that?  The second point of the message is (2) SEIZE.  Seize is taken again from the Greek word (which once again I wasn’t able to jot down) that means ‘to take hold’ which is the beginning of the second sentence of the verse, To take hold of the eternal life to which you were called.

To ‘take hold’ is like the act when you were falling over a cliff and you ‘take hold‘  on the only thing that can save you from falling.  When this happens, you do not just use one or two of your fingers to grab but both of your hands, with all your might.  It is like holding on to God’s promise like you are grabbing for your dear life, like it’s a matter of life and death.  Some people already know this but they fail to take hold.  But actually, it is not just on our ability to take hold of God’s promises but it is because God has already taken hold of us in the first place.

The last point is (3) SPEAK.  The continuation of the second sentence is when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses.  Your confession matters.  You can never win a battle without good confession.  It’s declaring that you have already won the battle.  Just like what Jesus tells his disciples in Mark 11:22-23, ”‘Have faith in God’, Jesus answered.  ‘I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, go, throw yourself into the sea and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him’”.  It always starts with faith and is coupled with confession.  This isn’t for everyone but for anyone who dares to speak God’s word.  We speak to the ‘mountain’ not about the ‘mountain’.  It starts with faith but the combination of faith and claiming God’s promises brings about the victory.

The pastor then left us with a question, What do we confess?  God’s word or the devil’s deception?  ‘It is written, I believed, therefore I have spoken.’  2 Corinthians 4:13.  The message ended with the following words:

We can be victorious over our situation as we fight, seize and speak God’s word.

I also love that after the message, the Praise and Worship team led us to sing the closing song The Anthem by Planetshakers which has these lyrics:

Hallelujah, You have won the victory.

Hallelujah, You have won it all for me.

Death could not hold You down.

You are the risen King.

Seated in majesty.

You are the risen King.

04.15.12@VictoryQC

Step one sees you instructing your valet to retrieve the muffins from the pantry. For the less immediately English among us, I am not referring to those sweet, lumpy things that wear paper underpants and contain blueberries, chocolate chips or some other frightful gimmick. No. You must leave your man in no doubt that he must bring you the savoury toasting muffins if he wants to retain his position in your household. Should he return, wearing the sheepish expression of a gentleman’s gentleman with nuffin where a muffin ought to be, you will be forced to visit a local carbmonger and engage in a monetary-muffinary transaction. In either case, liberate the muffins immediately from the cellophane profanity in which they will have been encased and take a moment to observe them in all their naked glory. Take a deep breath and proceed to step two.

Discover a sausage. Observe its shape. It is the wrong shape. Employing a pair of scissors, a screwdriver or possibly the pointed handle of an unnecessarily elaborate teaspoon, lacerate the sausage repeatedly until its insides are outside its outside. Dispose of the outside with a jaunty flourish and a knowing chuckle. Not for you, the skin of the sausage. You are above such things. Repeat with two further sausages and an escalating sense of self-worth. Combine the erstwhile insides into a unified globule. Compress said globule into the approximate shape of a healthy erythrocyte, the lens of your own left eyeball or, for the sporting among you, a hocky puck.

Gallus gallus domesticus, the domesticated subspecies of the Red Junglefowl, can be Kentucky Fried and procured in family sized buckets. On this occasion however, you need only acquire a favourable example of its unfertilised ovum which you will crack into a frying pan and coagulate sunny side up. Once it has attained a slightly rubbery consistency, you must return your attention immediately to your muffin. I trust that, as a reader of this blog, you will have a samurai sword to hand. If not, a knife will provide the means if not necessarily the style required to divorce the top half of your muffin from the bottom half, which will be known hereafter as part W, for no reason whatsoever. Having done this, arrange the sausage between the egg and part W. You should now be left with only the top of the muffin to deal with. If you don’t know what to do with that, you have my pity.

You now have in your possession a traditional sausage and egg muffin. A dash of Guinness added to the sausage mixture provides a whimsical, Irish variation known as the Sausage and Egg O’Muffin. Certain Scottish sandwich vendors may also offer a similar breakfasting solution, but that is not our concern.

Context:Just left mother’s birthday dinner which included 3 hours of ‘jazz’
Friend: Is it over? How are your ears?
Me: Ya thank fuck it’s over.. My ears have been in the foetal position in the shower crying for the past hour..

Context: Doesn’t really need one
Friend: I BARFED THIS MORNING!
Me: AAAWWW – you need me to come over with charcoal chicken and stroke your head?
Friend: I do need your gentle tut tuts
Me: Is that what the yoof are calling boosies these days?

This time around they were teaching us about Creativity. The tables were heaped with lots of cheap and colourful choking hazards, being the giving person I am I made sure my colleague with a toddler take them home. I even gave him the helpful hint to smother them in nutella to make his sons near-death experience a tastier one. Also on the table were some very suspicious looking ‘toys’ (I saw a shelf of them at Sexyland when I accidentally wandered in there thinking it was a place where good looking people hung out) that I had to give a good sniff before deciding whether to handle.

They smelled like sweat and shame. I handled them anyway.

We learned how to build creative muscles* with mind-maps, that four-colour pens can unleash creative powers to the point of face-melting and other things I believe were an integral part of my primary school’s curriculum. They even gave us a little reward for being physically present our mad creative skillz.

For you to fully appreciate the dimensions of the gift below I will used a scientific technique known as ‘putting well-known shit wot everyone knows the size of next to shit of which the size is not-so-well-known’*.

Let’s play ‘One of these things is not like the other’. If you guessed only one of these things is actually valued at AU$.05c then give yourself a high five. Or a guilt-ridden session of furious self-love, I’m not here to tell you how to run your life.

My goal of the day was to steal as many of Tweedle-Dee’s textas as possible. She had those textas that smell like fruits if that fruit was genetically engineered by monkey whose only encounter with fruit was smelling Garnier Fructis’ Triple Nutrition hair care range. By the end of the day I looked like I’d had a particularly fun night out – turns out huffing textas like a crackhead on dole day leads to bloodshot watery eyes, and nostrils ringed with blue, brown and purple. Mostly purple though because that fake grape scent makes me want to swallow that entire pack of Hubba-Bubba in 10 seconds flat, who’s with me?

At the end of the day some important lessons were learned, I learned the importance of creativity in day-to-day tasks and how innovation is the key to HEY LOOK THESE TOY FROGS STICK TO THE CEILING LIKE MACDONALD’S PICKLES WHEEE!

My work mistress astutely pointed out 'The afternoon after we spent a little too much time throwing perma-stick plastic frogs at the office ceiling, The Company announce a round of redundancies. COINCIDENCE?

No, not a coincidence at all I think..

*I creatively muscled your mum that very night!
** I KNEW all those hours spent playing drinking games while watching CSI: YEEEEEEEEEEAHMiami were hours well spent.

The other day I was at the airport and went looking for a specific book in WH Smith.  I was in a bit of a hurry so I went to the counter and asked the charming pimply teenager if they had the book in question.  His reply – and this is a direct quote – was as follows:

“I don’t know – I don’t know nuffin’ about books”

Accompanied by a look implying I was some kind of weirdo for wanting to buy a book at all.

WHAT?!? You don’t have to know anything about books you moron, just type the name into your little computer and help me out here!

I don’t even know what WH Smith is supposed to be.  It’s clearly not a bookstore.  Apart from my pleasant experience above, they only sell the most commercial of novels.  Is it a news agent?  A convenience store?  As with books, it doesn’t really do anything well enough to be classified as any of these things.  No, I think it’s a “we’ll sell you whatever will make you part with your cash while you wait for your flight/train/bus” store.  Mr WH Smith must be turning in his grave, the sneaking money-grabber.  Stop being so obvious.

HOLD THE PRESS! In an effort to be a little less partisan, I Wikipedia-ed W H Smith only to find that they did do something pretty cool; they are responsible for the creation of the ISBN book catalogue system.  Slightly redeemed.

The only down side is that I get cold weather onset asthma now, so I have to limit my time outside in the cold.  This sucks, if you think about it in terms of not being outside for long periods of time.  It actually quite rocks if you space it out so that you have LOTS of short outings in the snow, punctuated with hot chocolate breaks in between.

I don’t think there will be a snow day on Tuesday, but it will be nice to drive in the snow.  I like to do anything in the snow, even drive.  Especially since I don’t have to go to work until 11.  This puts me missing rush hour and most of the idiot drivers who can’t seem to leave their houses with enough time to get to work without driving like bats.

And now, I think my sheets are finally dry, so I will get to go to bed with clean linens and fluffy cats.  Few things could be better.

I took my little Saturn to my uncle’s shop last night.  After many phone calls back and forth, it has been decided that I can not keep my car.

I am most bummed by this as this was the first car I ever bought.  It was all mine, I did the research, I picked it out, I paid for it.  And now, I can’t keep it.

The engine has to be replaced.  To replace the engine, it will cost AT LEAST six thousand dollars.  Plus a thousand more to fix the air conditioner.  Plus the oil pump may or may not be going out.  Basically, epic fail on my little car’s part.

So, come Monday, I will take it in to trade it (if they will take it) or sell it for parts (if anyone actually will take it) and get a new car.  I haven’t decided if it will be a brand new car, or if it will just be a new to me car.  I guess it will depend on what kind of a deal, if any, I can get.

But tonight, I am going to mourn for my car.  I LOVE my car, and I am not ready to not have it.

I mean, let’s face it, I am sort of in the middle of a career crisis.  I am applying for jobs to be careers to take the place of the subbing  that I am doing now (when jobs are available) but I don’t really want to do those jobs I am applying to NOT because I don’t think that I would like them (because I think I would like each and every one of them very much) but because I don’t want to have a day job, I want to paint.  And, really, throwing oneself into painting?  Not a great way to build relationships because, essentially, it is a lot of, “Yes, yes, I love you, too, now go away so I can paint”.

Also, being single means that the jobs I apply to don’t HAVE to be in the area.  I can apply to jobs in different cities.  I can apply to jobs in different states.  Hell, I can apply to jobs in different countries if I so choose because, at this point in my life, I don’t have a significant other or any little ones that I will have to relocate with me.  This opens up SO many more job opportunities, even job opportunities where I have to travel a lot.  (I do know of one person who travels a lot and makes it work, but he is wonderful, and one could only hope to aspire to that level of greatness.  I have much admiration for him and his family.)

Being single also means that, if I so choose, I can jump in the car and drive way out into the country and be gone for a day or two shooting photos for either deviantART prints (which is my new site linked over at the Dreamwood that I am very proud that I set up) or for painting references (because, let’s face it, as much as I love to take pictures, that passion will never hold a candle to how I feel about painting) and not have to worry about my significant other being bent.  All I have to make sure of is that the room mate (the Marmot) doesn’t mind watching the cats and that the litter box is cleaned out.  (Which, is actually one of several advantages of having someone be a room mate, someone to feed the cats so that I don’t have to track down a cat sitter or just hope that I put out enough food and water.  It is  greatly appreciated.)

And, being single means that I don’t have to worry about jealousy popping up when I am hanging out with friends.  I have A LOT of male friends.  It wasn’t actually by design, it was actually more of an accident brought about by my hobbies and extra-curricular activities (let’s face facts, most girls do not like booting people in the head, knives, cleaning fish after you catch them, or Ultimate Fighting.  Some do.  Most do not).  It is nice to not have to worry about that sort of thing when I am getting a cup of coffee or showing someone how to correctly do a ground fighting technique.

Do I eventually want to find that special someone?  Sure.  But right now just isn’t that time, so, instead of dwelling on all the bad bits that being single has (because there are a few) I am focusing on the good.  And I am enjoying the freedoms of not being tied down.  Eventually I will be, but today is not that day.  Doesn’t look good for tomorrow either.

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Good news, I do not have strep.

Instead, I have a double ear infection, an upper respiratory infection, and pharyngitis (which is fancy for “sore throat”).  I now have antibiotics, and should be on the mend soon.

Right now, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mac truck…

My voice comes and goes; this morning I couldn’t talk at all, but now I can.  It hurts to yawn but not to cough.  The muscles around my stomach and ribs are sore, but nothing else is today.  The Marmot wonders if I have mono because I have been tired a lot lately.  I don’t think I do, again, not a high fever.

If I am not feeling markedly better by tomorrow, I guess I will go to the most dreaded place for me, next to hospitals and funeral homes.  The doctor.  I know that they are supposed to help you, and after you go and get medicine you feel better, but you also have to keep in mind that my last couple of doctor visits ended with me in the hospital getting shocked (literally, with electricity) while they mapped my heart and tried to figure out what was wrong with it.  Leary of doctors is now an understatement (especially since they couldn’t fix it, so, basically, I got shocked, once without any painkillers, for no reason).  Joy.

Good thing with being sick is, when I’m not sleeping, I can sketch (because, frankly, I don’t have the energy for much else). so there should be some new stuff up on the Dreamwood soon.

Let’s just face it, I am a plague rat of strange and odd illnesses…  Even though I maintain I am not sick, I just don’t feel great.  In fact, even though there was no sub job today, so I should be busting my hump to get more stuff unpacked, all I really want to do is take a nap.  Instead, I put away the spices and tidied up the kitchen a little (haven’t done the dishes yet), unpacked and broke down a few boxes and hung more art on the walls.  And the final two string swings came in last night, so those went up as well.  We have a storage unit now, so I am thinking of getting it all together to truck over there later in the week.  THAT will be super helpful.  I am of the mind right now to just send everything, but if I do that I know I will regret it later.

AND I have a few sketches I want to do so that I can put them up later this evening on Dreamwood.

See, no time for feeling bad or napping.  Busy busy.

Hindi ko rin siya kilala.

Sana magpakilala na.

O sana may magpakilala. 

Bow.

I closed my trades on USDJPY (@104.90… $85) and USDCHF (@1.0177… $93) tonight, and I also sold EURUSD @ 1.5916 and bought USDCAD @ 1.0008.

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At first I thought, “Oh, it is the neighbors must be cleaning,” as what sounded like someone stuffing a whole lot of garbage into a trash sack drifted through my window as I was trying to go to sleep.

Then, when the sounds got louder and more frequent I thought, “Holy crap, they are some MESSY ass people.”

Finally, when it sounded like someone was wading through a room full of garbage and I was thinking to myself, “These people are so messy that I might want to move” I got up to see what it was.

Imagine my surprise to find that not only was there no one outside fighting with a mountain of trash, but that the sound was coming from my favorite tree.  The trees at the house I grew up in did not make cleaning up the trash sounds.  This was fake nature sounds, not REAL nature sounds, and I was not sure I liked it.  The sound of the branches hitting the roof and the siding sounded like bottles clinking together and even the rustling of the leaves sounded like trash.

But, once I knew that it was the tree, the sounds suddenly turned from trash noises to loud wind blowing through the tree noises.  I was surprised to find that I had even fallen asleep to it when I woke up the next morning. 

-Thomas Hardy