Sunday, October 14, 2007
Outrageous Euphoria
I want to get to the exams having nothing to fear, having revised everything thoroughly with awesome usage of time. The journey begins now. I'm thinking a good 60-70 hours on anatomy is a good gauge. God.help.me.and.us.all. Everything in it's place when God is placed at the throne of our lives. So with all ulterior motives plain to see, I must come back to that place with God. But if I come with ulterior motives, that's not really coming back to God TRULY is it? Ohh what an oxymoron. Please pray for me friends, as I intend to do for those apart from me having exams too. Prayer is everything, but have I truly tasted the sweetness of the fruits it bears? Dunno, perhaps not.
Anyway, sheesh hit three times already. Conversion without backing is real slow. Let's get this show on the road QUICK and show the SK stinkheads a thing or two. It wasn't meant to end like this. So it won't. IRC Rulername, watch your back, because that's where you've put me and that's where I'll be coming from.
paN!cker lost it at 10:51 pm
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The Broken Egg
The egg was finally shattered to pieces last night when a hitter in an SK received soldier aid to beef up the offense to crazy values and sent them all marauding through my lands. It was good while it lasted, but in all honesty, is it possible to survive at the top without backup? Logic says no, because if they want to come through, they will. Unless you open up diplomatic relations as a lone province with whole SKs or register with good old Absalom so they don't hit me, the future doesn't contain much more than a bleak hope, oh the irony. For memory's sake, let it be said that I made it thus far. May the few remaining valiant lone rangers come through the gaps in the system and wriggle home free.
paN!cker lost it at 11:20 am
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
After All
After all those hours of slogging and fretting over super kds, if ever there was one thing to hold on to, it'd be this.
The touch is still there after all this while.
paN!cker lost it at 1:18 am
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Because Mine Dreams Aren't Yours
I had a spectacularly terrible night of sleep last night. Somehow, somewhere along the way, I got swept up in a heady mist of horror. The body was doing fine, repairing itself and recuperating and doing the physiological things it does to get itself ready for the battering to come, but then my brain had to decide to go on a little trip down CHINESE lane. I dreamt that I had to complete this fill-in-the-blanks Chinese paper thingy, and it was HORRID. I was just thinking what the heck am I doing here what the heck Chinese of all things! Horrible horrible ururgh. I had no idea what the words were, I had no idea what words went in the blanks; I was a blank, drawing blanks. There were computers involved or something and it was a kind of office, but on hindsight it was air-conditioned and carpeted but all I could think of was the horror of facing a Chinese paper. I didn't even know why I had to do it. It didn't feel much like a test but as dreams do go, I had to complete it for whatever reason. I think there was even this point when I was thinking in English and it was just so easy and all and I really dreaded going back to tryna come up with Chinese words.
uh yup. kthnxbye.
NB: Seeing as how my subconscious was in full control, and the subconscious can only throw up what you really know, it comes as no surprise that I never actually dreamt of any specific Chinese words. I was just acutely aware of the misery of having to fill in that eeeky paper. I think everyone left already and I was still there. If only I'd had a spade to dig a hole with.
paN!cker lost it at 8:57 pm
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