11/3/13

There is a bike race in camp. I recognize the reservist mates. During the race there will be 5 obstacles. (which is funny cuz 5=obstacles in elements of numbers numerology). We race along on electric bicycles.
First obstacle. Fix someone's window and cloth's line. Some angmo dad and son. I won. Kesmond on my team?
Second obstacle, I forgot the details but I won.
Third obstacle. Ride till HQ camp and attract the attention of the office people working by making a racket. That one is funny cuz me and bear were riding and running around camp like looking like naked monkeys and making a din. The office looked unperturbed by us like they knew we were supposed to do that as a challenge. We shouted Oiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But nothing. I then had the idea of banging the table like a drum. That's when I woke up

1/3/2013

Unprocessed thoughts lead to meaningless dreams.

27/2/2013

I can only remember the last scene. Me, Shawn and fuzzy are going to this place that looks like a school hall. I am going for my Krav maga training. I noticed that Ashik has a lot of new students. In my mind, I feel that's good. Shawn and fuzzy sit by the side and watch.

This Ginger Cat.

The day buddy came over, I was cleaning house. (I think that's his name. My wife gave him that but I'm still finding it hard to roll it offa my tongue)

The storeroom was in a big mess and I was determined to get my Army stuff out to prepare for my upcoming reservist. We were clearing stuff out and determined to throw a chunk of things away. We gathered a pile of stuff to throw, things that you only look at once and put back in the storeroom, things that you think would be nice to keep but really has no use anyway.

I was going thru my personal box of things. I am not usually sentimental with my belongings and I am quick to give up my stuff to make way for the possible new. Things like cards however, (birthday, christmas, wedding, wedding invites) must keep. There were weird things in the box like old gaffer tapes, padlocks, a french conversation cassette tape. Throw. Discman!....Keep. 

Then I found my old notebooks and letters. I flipped through it and an old wave of freaking nostalgia hit me. My thoughts, my hopes, penned in times of desperation and need. Goals I had. 1995-2004. Letters from an ex sprayed with perfume (eternity)and signed off with a william blake poem. A cheeky letter from an ex lover. My old writings of longing...if I could call them poetry but it was probably the ramblings of a young perpetually love sick guy. I threw them all out. To make space. Within and without.

I packed it all in a black trash bag. We gathered our throwaways and brought it downstairs to the assigned "dumping area". I remember feeling a a little sad that I was throwing stuff out but reassuring myself that its ok. You always wanna keep the old things for memories. Like its gonna matter when you're dead and gone. I am just a small drop in this ocean. Nobody cares and I am fine with that. I am fine with that. Will people congregate during your funeral to read your penned thoughts and think about you? Most probably not unless you're famous. I think people will remember you for what you've done and that might be the most important thing. I think. 

There is a cat in the dumping area. He looks frozen from fear and is comically trying to hide behind a piece of paper with some food on it. 

Hello Buddy. 

11/1/2013

 Strange mall selling electronic stuff. To go up to the other side, you need to walk the opposite way and downwards. I try this for a bit until everything starts turning upside down. Floor to ceiling walk? 

The place turns right side up. It becomes a log cabin home. Quite pretty actually with some diy work needed. The staircase railing is coming off. We put the painting right way up. Some guy I apparently know goes out to get supplies. 

I am sitting at the piano. Victor is showing me how notes can be read upside down. He gets on the floor and talks about perspective and sight. Unfortunately, there is a lady (total stranger, guest?)  using the pc and she thinks he is going for an upskirt.

 In the kitchen, mong and ginger are hanging out and playing.


I wake up with a stiff neck.

9/1/2013

Party on the coast. An uncle arrives with his boat. Security guard mall. My clothes look like thiers. Professionalism. Dont Touch! Fight scene vs 2. Demonstration. I felt so goondu during the whole dream. Too real.

Happy new year!

(update, met Ros on the 10th. We are going to sign up for KM classes this March so that's good news)