I shall endeavour to construct my post about the alphabet d.

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I was dreaming; I have been dreaming unreal things these few nights and they have made me eager to fall asleep, which I had trouble doing during the exam spell. I reminder writing once that dreams give direction; are unbridled expression of our less public-friendly illusions and also a mad cocktail of the most diverse things.

I enjoy dreaming, and sometimes before I go to sleep I try and focus on the scenes that I want to unfurl and play through the night.

I'll include narrative excerpts from some of my nighttime wanderings. If it's not palatable to you, you should move on.

Overhead, it seemed like a parting cloud had shifted into the line where the hostile sun beamed onto them. The quick grace of chill cleared some headiness and instigated the first boy to pedal harder. His skinny bike carried also his friend who was extremely uncomfortable, both physically and also in dignity, to have to ride pillion like this. He looked up and saw that a large silhouette almost as far away and the same size as the sun loomed over them. An invisible fist gripped the spot in his chest which he thought where his heart was. His hands went cold.

Hurry up, he told his friend and driver.
Shut up-I already am going faster, the pedaller said angrily.

The rider looked back at the giant form and realised that it was a bird, and it was not a harmless bird. Nothing funny about that. He already knew it was big bird, and a bird of prey. The thing veered nearer, and he saw that it was really BIG. Oh f-, he spent one word on cussing. Pedalling boy did not bother to respond, but grunted as he tried to shift both their weights into quicker movement.

The bird above screeched. It was loud, piercing and very illuminating. Pedalling boy spared one look and the sight of the large eagle-thing gave him new strength. The rider held on to him. There was nothing homosexual about their embrace.

What the hell is that, he shouted. An effing bird, he was shouted back at. Go for the void deck, he pointed, and the pedaller listened and turn into a small path leading into the dimmer void deck of the block of flats. They dove into the void deck, just as the bird plunged down onto them and missed. They saw huge talons which could wrap around both their waists combined hiss by them.
The talons touched on the pavement, and lightly pushed off again.

Shit, the first to get up said.
Shit, the one holding the bike handlebars agreed. They knew that the big bird couldn't get to them while they remained under the large block of flats and away from the outside. They slowly pushed the bike and snuck glances up at the sky. They only felt safe if the bird was in sight. Keeping track of the bird would be difficult, and the eagle-thing weaved in and out of view. They came to a break, where the road was uncovered by any shelter. They had to run across.

A food place was there, and the back door was okay. It was quite a long way to run, and they surely would be spotted and taken. But they had no choice. On three, they dashed across, the pedaller still not willing to let go of the bicycle. Its frame writhed and hit him over and over as he ran. Hurry, the rider said. Drop the bike. No, the other grunted and held on. A massive shadow blossomed over them. It was the eagle-thing. They were almost there.

The faster runner made it through and turned to see his friend still pulling his bike along. He reached and pulled his friend in, and the bike hit the small doorway and was rejected out. The pedaller plunged in and the talons scratched at the doorway, almost brushing them. The first one across took a basket of spoons and hurled it at the bird. SPOONS!? the biker screamed at his buddy. They ran.

They navigated through the network of HDB flat void decks, and each took the roles of watching out left and right for the talons. The talons which could separate themselves from themselves. Charming. They ran and ran and almost hit two girls. The girls turned and the rider saw that both of them were his classmates, and it was misfortune that they were in this also. Get away from the outside, he warned. Why, they asked. He pointed at the flying eagle-thing outside and some of their confusion cleared. They crossed under a shelter and reached the next block. The eagle-thing was more visible, and the rider drove the girls and his buddy across. On the next block, he saw more friends he knew and he shouted for them to stay down.

They almost refused, until the eagle-thing swooped and nearly made away with one of them. They shrunk towards the centre of the void deck with the chair and tables. The rider mused for a minute and decided that this was his dream. And in his dream he deserved control. He should have a shotgun. He thought for another second, and a long, stiff shotgun with two barrels was in his grasp. He took it, cocked it and walked calmly outside. His friends cried warnings, but he ignored them. He went out into the road and knelt, and took aim.
The eagle-thing came boldly, and he fired just once.
And it was over.

I woke up. The fear I felt was genuine and I never got to see the bird/eagle-thing really, but I suspected it was based on a Pokemon. Ah. I have a brilliant mind and a tendency for heroics even when I'm non-conscious.

The other night I dreamt that I was Arvil Lavinge's boyfriend, and she was giving an interview outside my house, and I was impatient for her to ditch the pesky reporters and come to me. I strive to amuse myself. If you are amused also along the way, then good for you. I need a hieroglyphics translator to decipher this long dreaming.
I'm not being deliberately cryptic, but dreams shed meaning, I guess (and hope).

*

I think that in everyone of us, there is a dormant potential which we have not tapped into, and we must dig deep to unplug it. Once we've done it, we'll move mountains and part seas.

We need to master ourselves, and one route is self-denial. It's not denying that you haven't stolen a certain object, but rather not letting yourself gain access to gratification like that video games, like that short lapse of rest which all seems very inviting when you are caught up in the drudgery (work that is hard, menial, or tiresome) of work.

The things that are hard to do, cannot receive our numerous thoughts and considerations-'Should I do this? It's hard, yes. I'm not sure I can-' And then you falter. You must plunge yourself and dive into the thick of things.

*

The thing that draws derision from me is the dismal state of delinquency today, where young punks turn their energies into rebelling against everything and most things. I might be prejudiced, but I've often seen loud-mouthed 14 year olds who walk with the air of invincibility. Every sentence they say will include an utterance of a swear word, which is neither used appropriately or artfully.

A horde of these people congregate and strut, backed by their numbers and engage in what the law enforcement will call, 'gang activity'. My view about them is terminal and I despise them. Everything about them is childish-their purpose, their methods, and their people. Wasting their lives, I call it. Squandering their youth.

These people are essentially cowards when alone and away from their comrades, would not dare to engage in their regular operations of starting and getting into fights.
I sometimes amuse myself by imagining that I am teaching some of them a lesson.
Not necessarily a physical one.

My words and opinion might be provocation, but I seriously doubt if they can decode the waffle and understand that I am being a severe critic about their functional ways. My sophistry is God-given and exclusive.

My solution to this gang problem:
Nab all these people and make them work for dough so they may be useful people who benefit the entire community, instead of causing disturbances. Turn them into good men with good sense. Not easy though.

On a side note since we've come to discussing this social problem, I'm a semi-elistist. I see the sense behind the elitist school of thought, but I also see that tact and compassion are missing in it. Worthiness can be measured by ability and credentials, but we miss out on the importance of a good heart that bolsters these good qualities a hundred-fold. Unfortunately, the heart cannot be seen clearly in a short time, because it is covered up by many layers of flesh and also a deceptive hologram that is the image we all project.

*

I've been reading quite a bit these days and have been cowed by the literary prowess of Eoin Colfer and Dean Koontz and will have almost given up the idea of being a writer when I'm older. I've devoured Twilight Eyes, Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox, and Michael Crichton's NEXT. Perhaps they are the reason why I'm so talkative today.



I recommend the above books for a good read, but I suggest before you get your hands on The Time Paradox, you better read Eoin Colfer's prequels first. Google it-the Internet is powerful.



This maiden is Liu Yun, who's a model from China and starrs in the 2008 remake of the Duke of Mount Deer as Mu Jian Ping. Me thinks she's really cute.

I will not talk about weights training today, because we all need some time off to stay fresh and excited all over again.

I've lost steam, and I think its justified because I've said a lot.
I only have the following references for you to peruse and hopefully enjoy and laugh.

This is from Who's Line is it Anyway?
Wayne Brady is singing a song in MJ style.



This is a compilation of great Hoedowns.



This is for people who are familiar with the Terminator story and also Jesus' story.



This is a really cool acapella group in the University of Oregon.



Finis.