Dream a little dream of me

Didn't plan to blog today but was suddenly inspired by a weird dream. Noticed i said weird , not wet. Althought it might very well be one. Ok here it goes.
Scenario: I was in an old computer lab showing 2 friends of mine, a guy and a gal, something. Both person exist in real life so I will not mention names. The guy and I was staring at the screen and when we turn around, guess what? The gal friend of mine was top naked lying face down on the next comp table where the pc is suppose to be.
Taking note of us staring a her O__O , she said in a damn sexed voice ( I dun belive i have heard the real version of her sound like that before) "oh, skin allergy" That was when I woke up.
When I woke up, I have this thought in mind. What if the people involve in that dream was dreaming about the same thing at the same time? What if the dream relm is like cyberspace where people meet each other in a alternate situation. Wounldn't that be interesting.
Imagine that happen and a conversation like the following will take place.

"wah why you lying down on the table naked yesterday?"
"told u liao wat , skin allergy, haha"
"When u naked really look like that meh?"
"Wat do u think? Wanna meet me at the comp lab later?"

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When I was in secondary school, I conquered dreaming. I was quite obssesed with dreaming and will dream for 10 plus hours a day. Note that I said dream, not sleep. This is what happens.

Getting started
Before I sleep, I will convince myself that I am sleepin. Whatever that happens next, is a dream. Then I will lying down till I get droswy and when I know i'm getting unconcious, I will start to visualised what I want to dream. And from there, it will proceed into one.

Control yourself
There are different types of dreams. Some are in first person view some are in third person. Some you can control yourself, some you just observe yourself go throught that motion. So the key here is to control youself. Know that you are dreaming, Know that what ever you do have no consiquences. Know that you can do anything. Things I've tried include jumping down building, killing people, get run down by car, and other stuff which i shall not mention.

Change of dream
One thing I found out is that if you blink your real eye in your sleep, your dream will change. It got so successful that I did that for a few month continuously without fail. Every time, I blink, the situation and people will change. There was this time I was changing the dream so much that I ended up in a room. This room has a group of tiles on the ground with ramdom images, when i jump into one, I will end up in that dream. Was that the warp room of dreaming? I'll never know.

In your dreams
There are a lot you can tell about yourself with your dreams. In dreams where you can control yourself, you will know what kinda person you are in different situations. Its stupid how people can forget what they dream about when they wake up. Imagine the percious lessons you learned about yourself just vanish like that.

The End of dreaming
I didn't know when I stop dreaming but nowadays, sleeping has become so boring. I can't seem to dream anymore, and I didn't bother to try also. Sleep well tonight, I will appear in your dream if you emerge in mine .

(monotone has mastered the dreaming in 1997, lost the ability to dream around 2000 and has been hoping for wet dreams since 1982)

Quote Unquote

Here are some stuff I Iike to quote. Yep some of them are from me... so what?

On The Human Race from "Kill Bill Vol 2"
An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man.
And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone.
Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes.
What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us.
And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sort of like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.

On Religion from DDT
Religions is like languages. Its essentially the same thing expressed differently

On Love from "The last love song on this little planet."
Love is like having sex. Where 2 person bare the most sensitive part of their body and rub it against each other. The pleasure escalating with pain.

On Love from " Death:the high cost of living"
I don't think anybody ever loves anybody. The best you can get is horny ; horny and scared. So when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside. They stay together and they call it Love.

On Long Distance relationship from ???
The more I love you now, the more I'll miss you when you're gone. The less I love you now, the more I'll regret it when you're gone. Should I live in regret or loneliness?

On Short Skirt from monotone
Nowaday's girls skirt seems to be getting shorter, cayse their legs are getting shorter too.

On Goals in life from monotone
There are goals in life I never wanna to archieve. Goals set so high that I continue to strive for everyday. That way, my life will have a purpose for nothing is worse than the emptiness after getting what you want and find out that it isn't what you expected.

On Individuality from monotone
Everyone's unique, that's what makes us common

What type are you?

Here's a list on how i categorise stuff. Which type do you fit in?
(in order of perference)

Drunk

Type 1 : Happily drunk. You get happy for no reason. Laugh at the smallest things
Type 2 : Talkative drunk. You can't stop talking... till others stop u from drinkin so they can smash you with your glass.
Type 3 : Sadly drunk. You suddenly relise that your shitty life is shitty and decide to take the chance to pity urself. Go fuck the wall.
Type 4 : Angryly drunk. Alcohol scew up your mind like heavy metal. You feel the sudden need to stand up for everything against you. Yep, the world is agaisnt you.

Food

Type 1: Power food. You feel like dying, you feel like shit. Eat this and you will get 99 lives (up up down down left right left right A B A B select start). Suddenly you will see rainbows and little bunny hopping around. You are in heaven.
Type 2: Evergreen food. Eat it for 3 meals and even supper , you will never get sick of it.
Type 3: Forced food. Those that are serve at home, at school in camp. The name says it all you just have to eat it.
Type 4: Shitty food. Eaten this once before. The fish soup taste like the fish just swam in it. Enough said.

Movies

Type 1: Artistic/weird/hip movies. These shows doesn't sucks, people that doesn't appriciate them does.
Type 2: Smart Comedy. Pay $8.50 to get entertained. Why not?
Type 3: Unintented Comedy. Shows so sucky thats its funny. Esp ghost or horror movie.
Type 4: VHS movie. So bad that its not fit for cinema, dvd or vcd.

Girls

Type 1: X factor. They may be ugly, they may be fat, Fuck, they may even be trannys. But there is something they wear, the way they look, talk or walk that makes them ever so attractive. These are the kind that makes me turn my head while the whole world is looking straight.
Type 2: Tua liap aka busty. As the chinese saying goes " one big cover three uglyness". Guess that phrase covers it all (pun intended).
Type 3: Common Beauty. This sounds like a oxymoron esp in Singapore. Its those type that are jus beautiful with nothing special.
Type 4: Butch, fat and other misc ugly bitches. The reason why gay population is increasing.

Conversations

Type 1: Smart conversation. Kind of a two way thing where end of it all you felt that you and the other person had made a difference in each other's thinking.
Type 2: Null conversation. Everthing is said, nothing is meant. But everyone just enjoy the fun of it.
Type 3: 2 x One-sided conversation. Both party just wanna talk. None wanna listen. ie
A: hey i had a bad day at work
B: oh that's bad btw my dog jus died
A:really. How sad. My boss scold me in front of the whole company
B: Wa like thats ah, My dog really cute u know?
A:ya. I damn paiseh ah.
B:yep, I really miss my dog.
Type 4: -___-''' conversation. You say it best when you say nothing at all.

So next time when you guys meet me try to say this. "Yoz Yoz. Let's catch a type 3 movie follow by a type 1 dinner. After that we will get type 2 drunk and have a type 1 coversation while trying to look out for type 3 gals... oh ok type 2 gals also can."

Things that keeps me Sane

The world isn't like it's used to be anymore, everyone has multi roles to play, different task to do and a variety of situations to survive everyday. What's keepin you sane?

Here's my list ( not in order of importance)

Kopi peng
Mentos extra strong
The ultimate from coffeebean
Expresso dbl simi-ccino from starbucks
Volka mixes
Friends to chilli out
MSN !!!!!
Work satisfaction
Sacasm
Porn
Mentos extra strong
Xiaxue and other misc blog (yep u guys are misc)
My bolster and pillow set
Beach road beef noodles

With so much to hold on to, how bad can life get? Have you found the little things in life that makes you wanna wake up everyday? Post in your list.

Who do you live for , What do you die with?

The vicious cycle of life struck again.
Walking pass the crossroad of life, the paths ahead are few and pretty much linear. I looked down both ends of the road.
One, is the path I've tread before, filled with fond memories and bad experience. A single trail casted on the ground out of the infinite possiblities. Every single step could not be changed again. Each one of them precisely imprinted in time, fixed and unalterable.
The other, is the path I'm going to take. Dark and unknown. At the end of the path stood my grave. I'm not being depressing here, let's face it, every step we take is a step nearer to our death.
Take a step back and see for yourself. Who decides each and every step we take in life. The ego in us will exclaim," Its me of couse, I'm the ultimate master of my own destiny"
Nope, we are responsible for our decisions in life but we are never really making those decision.
(this post is incomplete due to my lazyness ... will post it up anyway)

I, the lead actor of my own tragedy

Why are we taught that good things are bad for us? Chocolate is sinful, sex is dirty, money is the root of all evil. Most religion teaches people to suffer in order to attain a higher spiritual level. Does it means that the more shit we go through the better we are?
Well this is true to some extend cause it implies that after we suffer, we learn from it and gain knowledge and not suffer the same fate again. Other people may interprate it as, the more i suffer now the higher my treshold, therefore I must keeping suffering to prepare for the future. Well this is quite true also.
But the worst way to think of it is, the more i suffer more the more i will get in return.... wait a minute. Who is going to return you for what you suffer? You may say your religion sates that but does it says the same for meaningless sufferings?
If you observe close enough you will find people around you that staged their own tragedy. They will show that they are always sad, the world hates them, people gave up on them, they suffer wrong doing and are badly judge.
Fuck!
They are the lead actor of their own bloody tragedy. They love the fact that they are less previlage then other, they induldge in their own self pity. Wake up! Step out of your own stage and take a look at yourself. If you are willing to take a step out of it, you will notice,you are your worse enemy. Stop loving suffer, embrace happiness.
(For those who have friends in the above situation, please tell them they are suffering from depression. Depression is not an excuse for them to feel the way they are, but its a distress call for the people are them. Depression is not being mad or crazy, it's a state of mind that can be changed. Please stop laughing at them . Help them )

The Day Innocence was Lost (part 1)

How do we become what we are to today? Is our personality inborn? Or does our enviroment shape our character? Certain incidents happened in our childhood made us learn valuable lessons in life. Does that make us lose our child like innocence? Or does it help us survive in the society? Judge for yourself.

LYING
Jane was taught since young by her dad that she should always tell the truth. She makes it a point to keep this value. One day Jane's dad came home from work and found his model ship smashed on the floor. Out of anger, he grabbed Jane and her 2 younger silblings to interregate. None of them confessed , which resulted in Jane's dad whipping them with his belt. He counldn't control his anger, not that he even did try. The model ship doesn't matter to him anymore, but the fact that his children are lying to him aggitates him more. " I'll only stop when the culprit confesses," he roared as he whips them even hard. If he doesn't teach them a lesson now, who knows what they will do next. Jane felt that she need to protect her 2 younger silblings, Johnny is bleed from the edge of his mouth and Jacklyn couldn't stop screaming. She couldn't talk sense into her dad anymore and she didn't know who did it. She could only do one thing now. She lied. She confessed to the crime she never did."You little whore! If you have confessed earlier, you all won't have to suffer. Let this be a lesson to all of you. You go back to your room and no supper for you tonight"Locked in her room, Jane couldn't sleep that night. She was proud that she saved her siblings. But what her dad done to her shattered her moral foundation. The truth doesn't hurt, the belt does.

ATTENTION
Rick have a lot of pride in himself, he place a lot of importance on his face value. But Rick doesn't have any friends. He always wondered why nobody like him. He is not proud but rather, he's shy. One day he was playing by himself , as usual, at the local playground while the other kids are playing in a large group. He suddenly fell down, on a pile of dog shit. Some of the kids noticed and started laughing and pointing at him."how fucking embrassing", he thought,wanting to run away immediatly . But this time, something felt different. He likes the fact that everyone is looking at him. He loves the attention. Rick took some dog shit and rub on his face and the kids starts laughing. "I'm funny, they love me", rick thought, proceeding to do worse with the dog shit. Pride doesn't matter to him anymore, attention does. Till this day, rick has a lot of friends but none of them are close to him. He is still the clown in his group of friends. Nobody takes him seriously anymore. " One day, they will laugh with me, not at me... one day.."


ACTING
One day, Gavin's mum was so angry with him for failings his maths test that she caned him and locked him out of the house. Gavin couldn't stop crying, he didn't meant to fail but no matter how hard he study, he never seems to understand the concepts. To show his regret, he knee outside his house, just like the soap opera he saw on tv.He felt that this way he can show his determination and remorse. An hour passed, no one seems to notice. At this point, Gavin realised something. If no one saw what happened, it did not happen at all. He started screaming at the top of his voice sobbing in the most tragic way he could. Gavin's mum heard it and rushed out of the house."What are you doing? you poor thing. Stop kneeing there, come in. Just try harder next time, ok?" Behind his deceitful crying, Gavin was laughing. He couldn't stop thinking of what he can do with his new found discovery. Truth doesn't matter, others perception does.

(this blog is darn difficult to write due to the content. Let me know if you guys like it and i will write part 2 (Lust Fairness Hatraed) if not i will just stop here)

The Perfect Couple

Am in the mids of writing a long blog ( took me 3 day liao), so now will just write this short one as a break. So, here it goes:

There has always been a common standard for the perfect other half. This standard , over the year have become more and more unrealistic and impossible due to media. You always see handsome,rich,young straight guys marry smart, big boobs, innocent gals. How often does that happen in real life?
Most rich guys are old, their sons are ugly, and if handsome are gay. Smart gals are never innocent, gals wif big boobs act innocent, therefore are smart but are still bimbos.

The perfect guy (according to gals) :
rich, young, handsome, straight, tall, takes good care of her, listens to her, don't restrict her social life , holds a good conversation

The perfect gal (according to guys) :
Big boobs, beautiful, good figure, horny but only to him, innocent, don't talk much, cooks well, great housekeeping skills, plays piano or ballet, holds a good conversation

A Day in the Life of the PERFECT Couple.

Perfect Couple wakes up after a night of great sex. Despite being a total horny slut in bed, the perfect gal manage to clean up the mess before she sleep. Perfect guy wakes up before perfect gal does and bring breakfast to her in bed, so that he can look at her sleeping innocently,despite her being a total horny slut in bed the night before.
She wakes up and being horny, they eat the food of each others body and again have great sex. Perfect gal cleans up the place and perfect guy sends her off to work in his sports car. He then goes off to work. Perfect gal teach piano and ballet in a private art school. Being so chio wif big boobs, all her students are guys and are all her good friends since perfect guy don't restrict her social life. But she is very innocent and is never horny in front of them, despite her being a total horny slut in bed.
Perfect guy went to the gym to work out during lunch time, and is still straight althought he admires the naked male body form. After work, he fetches perfect gal off work and bring her to a posh restuarent where she made a special request to cook for him.
While having their great dinner which perfect gal cooked, they had a perfect conversation. Since perfect gal don't talk much, perfect guy listens to her. After that, they went straight home and once again have great sex. It was so great that in carried on till next morning 10. But being so rich, perfect guy can afford to missed a day's work since he is the boss of the company....

The above story is absurd, so is the idea of the perfect other half. If she's/he's so perfect, he/she wouldn't find you in the first place. So fuck it, find whatever you can before you totally missed the ride. ( Unless a night rider comes along )