> overslept dreams i wish i could hack
do you believe in such a thing as "over-sleeping"?
a lot of times peeps (me included, mind) think that we could "pay-back" lost sleep ... sleep deprived from us due to a variety of reasons and we vow to sleep "the whole day" to pay-back the hours lost prior ... and we rake in the hours unfettered? ... admittedly, at the initial juncture of my currentjobless unemployed status quo, i had told myself to "get back all the sleep i've lost thru the past decade" = which is essentially pure-stoopidity and childish (but when am i not? HAH) ... tho in the end, tis just an excuse to sleep more lah ... and now i basically dun subscribe to that rationale ... sometimes ... ;p
but when you sleep past the usual 8/9-hours "basic requirement" (which some scientist/doctor/whateverdood/doodette somewhere, somewhen calculated and derived at said number-of-hours, which we all modern-bipedals adhere and plan our REMs to) ... are you actually refreshed?
well, it sure as hell didn't work for me today ...
t'was an early night hitting the mattress at 3am (*gasp*) and thusly missing the entire xiaxue-got-hacked-drama (more on that later) and wakingup at 1pm (10-hours and counting), to read about it online, grabbed some food and embraced my trustypart time lover bolster again at 2pm and wakingup again at 6pm (14-hours total) = and i woke up feeling both friggin tired and knackered ~ tis if i just ran a muthafcuking 2.4KM (and please do bear in mind Unca here damn unfit, okey? *pant-pant*)!
well to be fair, both periods of sleep were wrought with dreams and what dreams they were! ... indulge me, why doncha? since you're already here ...
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brief synopsis of my dreams that no one'll give two-shittes about but like i give a shitte:
dream.01
was sitting atop a double-decker bus. nothing out of the ordinary. t'was day time ... travelled around a bit ... mundane ... then i got up to de-bus ... walked down the side-steps, when i turned back to look at the folks .. sparsely seated apart, it seems ... then i put on a pair of glasses and turned up and look again ...
... the bus was by then filled with what-seemed-to-be-dead-folks, spirits on the bus ... but i minded my own buisness and de-bussed anyways ... stood and watched as the bus drove off into (literally) the sunset, ciding myself for not asking the spirits for some numbers so i can buy tot/4D ...
O_o
dream.02:
was watching Kill Bill 2 with my bro and sis in what seemed like Lido cinemas. we were in the last row. just in front of me was an empty space where a cinema-seat was supposed to be. instead, on one side stood a lighting stand with a dido-light was and some equipment scattered about ~ tis seems as if we were supposed to be covering/filming some event, but ended up watching the movie instead ...
at one point, the cinema house-lights came on and out walked along the central aisle was this presumably old actress dressed immaculately in a white glittering cheongsam, flashbulbs popping around her ... but the show/movie was still in progress! ... i remember grumbling about "how to watch the movie like that?"
then people started to stand up and leave the cinema, but i was telling the strangers/couple on my left; sitting at the end of the row, that the movie had not finished yet! but they left nevertheless ... whatever ...
was watching the by-now-obviously-NOT-killbill2, when in walked this lady on my left. she looked exotically-somewhat-italian and was pretty;, dark curly hair, tanned bod and a black/white loosefitting sundress: darn pretty ... her haggard and tired eyes betrayed her sadness ... she was sobbing and i turned to her to ask why ...
she told me that she was pregnant and wanted to use the pistol she had on her to shoot and kill herself.
i told her: "eh! dun kill yourself HERE leh! trying to watch a movie leh!"
realizing instantly i was being a selfish-buggah, i asked her why would she wanna do a thing like that? no answer. i asked if her husband knew. she said no. i asked if her husband was the father of the child. she said no. i asked if the father of her child knows of her pregnancy? she said no.
... and in the midst of asking her, i fell asleep (in my sleep) on her shoulders ... and upon waking, she wasn't there anymore. in her seat was a stack of music-CDs, presumably from her, as she left behind something of hers for me to keep ... i was in desperation and tears by then ... asking my sister next to me if she saw her ... and people around the cinema ... the show had ended and i was running around the rapidly-emptying hall by then ... i was sobbing uncontrollably by then, wrecked with guilt for sleeping ... and letting her go ...
o_O
dream.03
walking along the side of a tarmac road in the half darkness of the night with my sis ... when i was suddenly holding this double-barrelled-rifle in my hands! while tipping the weapon down, out slipped a pump-action-shotgun. picked both up and carried them over my shoulders, thinking t'was farnie and exciting ... when a police car drove by ... further down the road, said police car did a U-turn and sirens satrted blarring, obviously seeing me with weapons on me ...
i started to open the firing chambers of both the weapons to remove the bullets, but out popped AA-sized batteries instead, and i let them drop to the ground as i slowly and casually carried on my walking pace ... as the police car drove closer, my sis said she recognized the drivers and that they were assholes ... then the car swerved in front of us ... but they did not open their doors ... i walked volunterily towards the vehicle ...
which by then, was a dusty toy police car about 2-feet-across-size, sitting on a rickety-wooden table-top. i peered into totally fogged-up side window, thru a little hole ... in it i saw the inside of the partol car. both policemen were smirking and mumbled something to me ... they weren't asking about my guns but was asking something else (which i've forgotten) ... instead of being scared, i thanked them for their concern and whatnot, by shouting thru that little hole; as loud as i could, as polite as i could ... then out of this little hole, they shoved me this rolled-up piece of paper ... and drove off ...
i opened it to read (and tho i do not remember that clearly the words), it went along the lines of this:
t'was a confession letter, written in red ink, on a faded old slip of pink paper, addressed to Xia Xue (!?) in it, a 10 year old boy was apologizing for hacking into and destroying her blog and that his initial intention was to photoshop-in a tiara for her, in her picture, becoz he felt she deserved to be a princess and that he killed her blog accidentally. he felt bad.
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okay, to be fair, maybe tis these weirdassdreams that i've been having, that's screwing up me beauty sleep, innit? HAH ... sure as heck i've been lying in bed more than i've been awake (comparatively, of coz ;p) these past few weeks/months .. but it sure as heck affected my "fortunes" today! $5 Million TOTO Draw today leh! KAOS! ... put on something random, ran down to the shop, to then remember that ticket-sales end at 6pm (the time that i woke up) ... and to find myself walking around wearing a reversed/inverted tee-shirt ... *sigh* ... oh well, hope nobody wins tonight, so it'll be a heavy toto-prize next week lor! muahahahahahaha *bleah* ;p
anyways, been reading about the hacking-drama that's going on now ~ did stir me up somewhat fierce ... and the "sad" thing is, i've been reading polar-opposites of comments from across the blogscape ... people who're up in arms about the new cyber-terrorism, and those that're screaming joyous *orhbee-quats* (ie: *she deserved it*) ... so much for "diverse range of bloggers", innit? and most peeps who do so becoz of "the person", rather than ""the act" itself ... worrying ...
an extreme comparision:
London Bombings = we condemn the terrorist-act (rightly so) and in the end, we find the guilty to be a part of the "system" (tho t'was their "thinking" that obviously set them apart from, of coz)
Blog Hacking = we condemn the cyber-terrorist-act (rightly so) and the "investigations" continue ... so how much ya wanna bet the hacker is also "part of the blogging system"? ... of coz this is all speculation, but who'll have the friggin' time to ravage a blog, innit? ... but hey, i ain't no detective, so i shall wait and read about it online ...
and of coz i know tis unfair to compare "collateral damage" and "human lives" with "blog-hacking", okay? so dun blardy start, cool? ;p
coz, as extreme as differing situations are, sometimes, just sometimes, maybe the basic intent is something we might all miss?
and in both cases, they could and did actually achieve it ... becoz beyond the "whys" and the "intent"; the result is friggin obvious, innit? it is the actually "act" that was committed that worries one ... in this day and age, the level of "damage" that could be done = when a person can walk around with a backpack with a home-made-bomb inside, or even the by-now-forgotten "Columbine Shootings"; which in effect was pretty far removed from us, geographically, innit? and we are hence "safe" in lil ol singapore, aren't we? ... and all we need contend with are charitymoney-swindlers-with-golden-water-taps-paid-for-by-other's-peanuts and "blog-hackers" ... ?
funny, coz sure as some terrorists are joyous and celebrating the success of the bombings, some folks are laughing their collective asses off at the hacked-blogs ... hey, but of coz "no lives were lost", innit? why so kamcheong? kao-peh for what? ... so does it need to reach that level of carnage before we start to look around our surroundings and stop patting each other's backs? of coz this is all far beyond anyone's comprehension and you could say im too extreme in my entry ... but hey, "the intent to destroy others" is only divided by "the amount of damage done"?
hhhmmm ... so maybe the "intent" is just as "important" than just the "act", perhaps? tho tis hard to assess, becoz sure as heck as there's a whole lotta folks who've "intent" on their minds ("to hurt" or "murderdeathkill"), most folks hardly have the verve nor/or equipment, to say: "make a bomb" ... but if ya have just a PC and an internet-line? and the brains/skills to hack? = "it's okay"? ... "well done"?
*shudder*
yes, sure ... "blogging" is not "real life" and neither should it be a replacement ... but who are YOU to judge others, innit? ... as sure as non-bloggers wouldn't give a damn, so they wouldn't give two-shittes, innit? but YOU are here, online = writing / reading / commenting on yours and others' blogs ... try having YOUR blog fcuked-over instead? ...
what a "diverse group of bloggers" we have, eh?
... and here i am going off tangent again, tho i dun really care much if i did, coz i didn't get to buy me friggin toto-tix, innit? *blergh* ... tho sometimes i wish i could hack into my dreams ... ;p
a lot of times peeps (me included, mind) think that we could "pay-back" lost sleep ... sleep deprived from us due to a variety of reasons and we vow to sleep "the whole day" to pay-back the hours lost prior ... and we rake in the hours unfettered? ... admittedly, at the initial juncture of my current
but when you sleep past the usual 8/9-hours "basic requirement" (which some scientist/doctor/whateverdood/doodette somewhere, somewhen calculated and derived at said number-of-hours, which we all modern-bipedals adhere and plan our REMs to) ... are you actually refreshed?
well, it sure as hell didn't work for me today ...
t'was an early night hitting the mattress at 3am (*gasp*) and thusly missing the entire xiaxue-got-hacked-drama (more on that later) and wakingup at 1pm (10-hours and counting), to read about it online, grabbed some food and embraced my trusty
well to be fair, both periods of sleep were wrought with dreams and what dreams they were! ... indulge me, why doncha? since you're already here ...
.......................................................................................................................................................
brief synopsis of my dreams that no one'll give two-shittes about but like i give a shitte:
dream.01
was sitting atop a double-decker bus. nothing out of the ordinary. t'was day time ... travelled around a bit ... mundane ... then i got up to de-bus ... walked down the side-steps, when i turned back to look at the folks .. sparsely seated apart, it seems ... then i put on a pair of glasses and turned up and look again ...
... the bus was by then filled with what-seemed-to-be-dead-folks, spirits on the bus ... but i minded my own buisness and de-bussed anyways ... stood and watched as the bus drove off into (literally) the sunset, ciding myself for not asking the spirits for some numbers so i can buy tot/4D ...
O_o
dream.02:
was watching Kill Bill 2 with my bro and sis in what seemed like Lido cinemas. we were in the last row. just in front of me was an empty space where a cinema-seat was supposed to be. instead, on one side stood a lighting stand with a dido-light was and some equipment scattered about ~ tis seems as if we were supposed to be covering/filming some event, but ended up watching the movie instead ...
at one point, the cinema house-lights came on and out walked along the central aisle was this presumably old actress dressed immaculately in a white glittering cheongsam, flashbulbs popping around her ... but the show/movie was still in progress! ... i remember grumbling about "how to watch the movie like that?"
then people started to stand up and leave the cinema, but i was telling the strangers/couple on my left; sitting at the end of the row, that the movie had not finished yet! but they left nevertheless ... whatever ...
was watching the by-now-obviously-NOT-killbill2, when in walked this lady on my left. she looked exotically-somewhat-italian and was pretty;, dark curly hair, tanned bod and a black/white loosefitting sundress: darn pretty ... her haggard and tired eyes betrayed her sadness ... she was sobbing and i turned to her to ask why ...
she told me that she was pregnant and wanted to use the pistol she had on her to shoot and kill herself.
i told her: "eh! dun kill yourself HERE leh! trying to watch a movie leh!"
realizing instantly i was being a selfish-buggah, i asked her why would she wanna do a thing like that? no answer. i asked if her husband knew. she said no. i asked if her husband was the father of the child. she said no. i asked if the father of her child knows of her pregnancy? she said no.
... and in the midst of asking her, i fell asleep (in my sleep) on her shoulders ... and upon waking, she wasn't there anymore. in her seat was a stack of music-CDs, presumably from her, as she left behind something of hers for me to keep ... i was in desperation and tears by then ... asking my sister next to me if she saw her ... and people around the cinema ... the show had ended and i was running around the rapidly-emptying hall by then ... i was sobbing uncontrollably by then, wrecked with guilt for sleeping ... and letting her go ...
o_O
dream.03
walking along the side of a tarmac road in the half darkness of the night with my sis ... when i was suddenly holding this double-barrelled-rifle in my hands! while tipping the weapon down, out slipped a pump-action-shotgun. picked both up and carried them over my shoulders, thinking t'was farnie and exciting ... when a police car drove by ... further down the road, said police car did a U-turn and sirens satrted blarring, obviously seeing me with weapons on me ...
i started to open the firing chambers of both the weapons to remove the bullets, but out popped AA-sized batteries instead, and i let them drop to the ground as i slowly and casually carried on my walking pace ... as the police car drove closer, my sis said she recognized the drivers and that they were assholes ... then the car swerved in front of us ... but they did not open their doors ... i walked volunterily towards the vehicle ...
which by then, was a dusty toy police car about 2-feet-across-size, sitting on a rickety-wooden table-top. i peered into totally fogged-up side window, thru a little hole ... in it i saw the inside of the partol car. both policemen were smirking and mumbled something to me ... they weren't asking about my guns but was asking something else (which i've forgotten) ... instead of being scared, i thanked them for their concern and whatnot, by shouting thru that little hole; as loud as i could, as polite as i could ... then out of this little hole, they shoved me this rolled-up piece of paper ... and drove off ...
i opened it to read (and tho i do not remember that clearly the words), it went along the lines of this:
t'was a confession letter, written in red ink, on a faded old slip of pink paper, addressed to Xia Xue (!?) in it, a 10 year old boy was apologizing for hacking into and destroying her blog and that his initial intention was to photoshop-in a tiara for her, in her picture, becoz he felt she deserved to be a princess and that he killed her blog accidentally. he felt bad.
.......................................................................................................................................................
okay, to be fair, maybe tis these weirdassdreams that i've been having, that's screwing up me beauty sleep, innit? HAH ... sure as heck i've been lying in bed more than i've been awake (comparatively, of coz ;p) these past few weeks/months .. but it sure as heck affected my "fortunes" today! $5 Million TOTO Draw today leh! KAOS! ... put on something random, ran down to the shop, to then remember that ticket-sales end at 6pm (the time that i woke up) ... and to find myself walking around wearing a reversed/inverted tee-shirt ... *sigh* ... oh well, hope nobody wins tonight, so it'll be a heavy toto-prize next week lor! muahahahahahaha *bleah* ;p
anyways, been reading about the hacking-drama that's going on now ~ did stir me up somewhat fierce ... and the "sad" thing is, i've been reading polar-opposites of comments from across the blogscape ... people who're up in arms about the new cyber-terrorism, and those that're screaming joyous *orhbee-quats* (ie: *she deserved it*) ... so much for "diverse range of bloggers", innit? and most peeps who do so becoz of "the person", rather than ""the act" itself ... worrying ...
an extreme comparision:
London Bombings = we condemn the terrorist-act (rightly so) and in the end, we find the guilty to be a part of the "system" (tho t'was their "thinking" that obviously set them apart from, of coz)
Blog Hacking = we condemn the cyber-terrorist-act (rightly so) and the "investigations" continue ... so how much ya wanna bet the hacker is also "part of the blogging system"? ... of coz this is all speculation, but who'll have the friggin' time to ravage a blog, innit? ... but hey, i ain't no detective, so i shall wait and read about it online ...
and of coz i know tis unfair to compare "collateral damage" and "human lives" with "blog-hacking", okay? so dun blardy start, cool? ;p
coz, as extreme as differing situations are, sometimes, just sometimes, maybe the basic intent is something we might all miss?
and in both cases, they could and did actually achieve it ... becoz beyond the "whys" and the "intent"; the result is friggin obvious, innit? it is the actually "act" that was committed that worries one ... in this day and age, the level of "damage" that could be done = when a person can walk around with a backpack with a home-made-bomb inside, or even the by-now-forgotten "Columbine Shootings"; which in effect was pretty far removed from us, geographically, innit? and we are hence "safe" in lil ol singapore, aren't we? ... and all we need contend with are charitymoney-swindlers-with-golden-water-taps-paid-for-by-other's-peanuts and "blog-hackers" ... ?
funny, coz sure as some terrorists are joyous and celebrating the success of the bombings, some folks are laughing their collective asses off at the hacked-blogs ... hey, but of coz "no lives were lost", innit? why so kamcheong? kao-peh for what? ... so does it need to reach that level of carnage before we start to look around our surroundings and stop patting each other's backs? of coz this is all far beyond anyone's comprehension and you could say im too extreme in my entry ... but hey, "the intent to destroy others" is only divided by "the amount of damage done"?
hhhmmm ... so maybe the "intent" is just as "important" than just the "act", perhaps? tho tis hard to assess, becoz sure as heck as there's a whole lotta folks who've "intent" on their minds ("to hurt" or "murderdeathkill"), most folks hardly have the verve nor/or equipment, to say: "make a bomb" ... but if ya have just a PC and an internet-line? and the brains/skills to hack? = "it's okay"? ... "well done"?
*shudder*
yes, sure ... "blogging" is not "real life" and neither should it be a replacement ... but who are YOU to judge others, innit? ... as sure as non-bloggers wouldn't give a damn, so they wouldn't give two-shittes, innit? but YOU are here, online = writing / reading / commenting on yours and others' blogs ... try having YOUR blog fcuked-over instead? ...
what a "diverse group of bloggers" we have, eh?
... and here i am going off tangent again, tho i dun really care much if i did, coz i didn't get to buy me friggin toto-tix, innit? *blergh* ... tho sometimes i wish i could hack into my dreams ... ;p
