If Only, Ultra Galaxy wasn't a pay per view show. I'd like to get my hands on all of the Ultra Series, from Showa to Heisei.
And it bothers me (really!) that I can't catch the Ultra 8 Brothers in theatres. The Ultra Series has a small following of fans culminating in a website here.
And then there's the King of Hell Castle (Kiva), Final Countdown (Den-O) & GekijoBang! (Go-onger) that I haven't watched. ~_~...!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
#148 An Angel In The Distance
...Called out to me.
Said that I could be more than who I am. That I could become who I was meant to be.
Told me to come closer, to draw nearer.
I felt that sense of familiarity, of belief, of trust.
And then silence swept in.
You spoke, I couldn't hear. Whispered, yet I didn't understand.
Were I closer, just a little closer, I'd have grasped the essence of your words.
In a span of nothingness, the distance grew.
The things I knew I tried to do.
Beyond myself was the starting point.
Yet beyond that point, the sheet of darkness fell.
Was I too far off?
You seemed to say no, but I couldn't be sure.
Don't self-destruct, there was still hope.
Was that the voice of you from far off?
Or was that just my own mind in self-denial still?
Reason couldn't touch base.
It seems once again I've missed the point.
If only, once more, I'd have a second chance.
I'd choose not to lose it all.
And then some more.
A couple of days back, I was keeping in the laundry in the middle of a thunderstorm. Of course, I was sheltered from most of the rain, because I was technically still in my own home (the balcony).
A series of unfortunate events (pun intended, but no other explanation will be given) occurred, and my anger burned to match the crash of thunder outside.
Suddenly, one of the metal clothes stands (the ones that you put two bamboo poles on top and clip the clothes to them) toppled over, hitting my leg in the process.
I'd like to think that it was my aura of rage that knocked it over, but reality has it that the strong gale knocked it down.
Incensed (and my pride wounded, as an angry man is supposed to destroy, not get hurt; you don't see King Kong hitting a building and breaking a bone) by that unexpected event, I proceeded to give the metal stand a good kick.
What a kick. Ronaldo (or whoever, you get the point) would have been proud. It was a kick that I would never have undertaken in my usual sane (questionable) state of mind. But then again, back then between the thunder and my rage, I was closer to the Dark Side than to think of how my poor leg would suffer.
And so I bore the consequences; Not only did I not succeed in doing any visible damage to the stand, I also gave the sole of my foot a wound; one that would haunt me, impairing my movement for the rest of the day.
In defeat I limped back into the safety of the living room and back to my laptop.
But that's not the end.
A few hours later, I noticed another wound still bleeding; one that had been caused by the initial impact of hard, heavy metal upon baby-like (okay, maybe not) skin, flesh and bones.
OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And so, days later, the wound hasn't healed. It's too big to put a plaster on and the bandages at home are yellow from the years of neglect (plus I'm to lazy to do anything about it).
So each day, when I get home from work, I have a hell of a time pulling the dried blood and plasma from my socks, reopening the wound in the process.
Well done, Windez. Well done.
Which brings to mind a short conversation I had with Sharon a couple of weeks ago when we met in coincidence.
Sharon: You haven't changed at all.
Windez: Yeah, I'm still as dumb as ever. *pokes fingers together*
Said that I could be more than who I am. That I could become who I was meant to be.
Told me to come closer, to draw nearer.
I felt that sense of familiarity, of belief, of trust.
And then silence swept in.
You spoke, I couldn't hear. Whispered, yet I didn't understand.
Were I closer, just a little closer, I'd have grasped the essence of your words.
In a span of nothingness, the distance grew.
The things I knew I tried to do.
Beyond myself was the starting point.
Yet beyond that point, the sheet of darkness fell.
Was I too far off?
You seemed to say no, but I couldn't be sure.
Don't self-destruct, there was still hope.
Was that the voice of you from far off?
Or was that just my own mind in self-denial still?
Reason couldn't touch base.
It seems once again I've missed the point.
If only, once more, I'd have a second chance.
I'd choose not to lose it all.
And then some more.
A couple of days back, I was keeping in the laundry in the middle of a thunderstorm. Of course, I was sheltered from most of the rain, because I was technically still in my own home (the balcony).
A series of unfortunate events (pun intended, but no other explanation will be given) occurred, and my anger burned to match the crash of thunder outside.
Suddenly, one of the metal clothes stands (the ones that you put two bamboo poles on top and clip the clothes to them) toppled over, hitting my leg in the process.
I'd like to think that it was my aura of rage that knocked it over, but reality has it that the strong gale knocked it down.
Incensed (and my pride wounded, as an angry man is supposed to destroy, not get hurt; you don't see King Kong hitting a building and breaking a bone) by that unexpected event, I proceeded to give the metal stand a good kick.
What a kick. Ronaldo (or whoever, you get the point) would have been proud. It was a kick that I would never have undertaken in my usual sane (questionable) state of mind. But then again, back then between the thunder and my rage, I was closer to the Dark Side than to think of how my poor leg would suffer.
And so I bore the consequences; Not only did I not succeed in doing any visible damage to the stand, I also gave the sole of my foot a wound; one that would haunt me, impairing my movement for the rest of the day.
In defeat I limped back into the safety of the living room and back to my laptop.
But that's not the end.
A few hours later, I noticed another wound still bleeding; one that had been caused by the initial impact of hard, heavy metal upon baby-like (okay, maybe not) skin, flesh and bones.
OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And so, days later, the wound hasn't healed. It's too big to put a plaster on and the bandages at home are yellow from the years of neglect (plus I'm to lazy to do anything about it).
So each day, when I get home from work, I have a hell of a time pulling the dried blood and plasma from my socks, reopening the wound in the process.
Well done, Windez. Well done.
Which brings to mind a short conversation I had with Sharon a couple of weeks ago when we met in coincidence.
Sharon: You haven't changed at all.
Windez: Yeah, I'm still as dumb as ever. *pokes fingers together*
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
#147 Voila
To Kenneth: I've updated your blog link =)
Thanks for blog tag.
To the rest of the world:
YOOHOO!
End.
Oh well, back to Engine Sentai Go-onger, bom bom!
Kivatto Ikuze!
Thanks for blog tag.
To the rest of the world:
YOOHOO!
End.
Oh well, back to Engine Sentai Go-onger, bom bom!
Kivatto Ikuze!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
#146 Love
It's not that I don't want to. It's that I don't have the courage to.
Maybe I don't trust enough.
But I don't feel safe venturing into uncharted territory, no matter how tempting the "rewards" may seem.
So letting the world spin around past me, I give it a pass once again.
Some say I'll never know what I'm missing till I try.
And that's why I sing the songs I do.
In my heart.
Saturday blues. Because I chose to leave half my life behind.
In my own eyes, I never was good enough.
Not even now.
Maybe I don't trust enough.
But I don't feel safe venturing into uncharted territory, no matter how tempting the "rewards" may seem.
So letting the world spin around past me, I give it a pass once again.
Some say I'll never know what I'm missing till I try.
And that's why I sing the songs I do.
In my heart.
Saturday blues. Because I chose to leave half my life behind.
In my own eyes, I never was good enough.
Not even now.
Friday, October 24, 2008
#145 Who Says Work Cannot Be Interesting?
I say so. And that's why I bring you a short story titled Conversations with A Wedding Planner. It came out as a result of spontaneous rubbish generated from a messenger conversation between a bored me and an equally bored cousin of mine, Evelyn, the sotong.
Here's the first draft. Several lines of text have been switched around for readability's sake. Otherwise, nothing has been edited.
***Start of Conversation***
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
work says:
o.o
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
??
work. says:
nothing
work. says:
rotting at work
work. says:
=x
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
me too
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm rotting even more lah
work. says:
lunch was good tho
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
mine was abit crappy
work. says:
lol
work. says:
wel
work. says:
this afternoon
work. says:
HALF of the office will be vacant
work. says:
cos teh other departments have welfare day
work. says:
PLUS my section manager & superior are on leave
work. says:
gg
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so wht you doing?
work. says:
msnig
work. says:
and msning
work. says:
and msning
work. says:
^^
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
at least you have ppl to talk too
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm bored to tears
work. says:
lol
work. says:
then go cry
work. says:
=x
work. says:
no la
work. says:
u can sms/msn me
work. says:
im super bored
work. says:
to boredness bored
work. says:
plus bored
work. says:
times bored
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
what work you doing?
work. says:
9am
work. says:
to 6pm
work. says:
today is 5.30pm since its friday (yay for Civil Service)
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
wert
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so crappy I still end at 6
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haiz
work. says:
lol
work. says:
where u work
work. says:
im 15 mins train ride from home
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm about half hour train ride away from home - raffles city
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
oh I'm working at your dad's old restaurant venue
work. says:
LOL
work. says:
serious?
work. says:
china sq central?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
yeah
work. says:
???!!! so zhun?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
yep
work. says:
then jimmy leh?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
ask him pei u lor
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
dhoby ghaut
work. says:
nearby la
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
he too busy lah
work. says:
lol
work. says:
so
work. says:
what u do usually at work?
work. says:
copypasta?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
no
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I do bookings
work. says:
great
work. says:
i'd like to get married
work. says:
can u arrange fro me?
work. says:
i'll book teh location u find the bride
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
not tat kinda bookings idoit
work. says:
oh darn
work. says:
serious?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
got such thing one ahz?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
but next time I wanna be a wedding planner
work. says:
no i was kidding la
work. says:
i alr found a bride
work. says:
its my pillow
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
why is your pillow your bride?
work. says:
we sleep together every nite
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
than wat about your blanket and your boaster?
work. says:
well
work. says:
they are my mistresses
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
wert!!!!
work. says:
but recently i've been having problems
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
??
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
why?
work. says:
my wife to be has been ignoring me
work. says:
because i spend too much time staying up late
work. says:
that when i get to bed its almost morning
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
work. says:
she resents that
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
and wat does she do about it?
work. says:
she turns smelly
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
i think she needs a wash
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
work. says:
i've always been telling her that
work. says:
but she doesnt agree
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
she says its a reflex action of the anger
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
-_-"
work. says:
so my mom bought me a new pillow
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hia you are damn lame sometimes
work. says:
thats why i need a wedding planner urgent
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
to get married?
work. says:
yesh
work. says:
and kick away my smelly wife-to-be
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
okok
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so we shall have the ceremony in your room
work. says:
im not lame btw
work. says:
its prolly my double vision affecting my movement
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
and we'll need you to sign the divorce papers
work. says:
erm
work. says:
thats a problem
work. says:
she ate our marriage cert
work. says:
says we'll be butterfly lovers and she'll always been cinderlala
work. says:
that till death do us part
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
ah
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
when you have a divorce you dun need a marriage cert
work. says:
OH
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
work. says:
wow thats a relief
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
work. says:
but there's another problem
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
???
work. says:
she doesnt have hands
work. says:
she'll make use of that as an excuse not to sign the divorce papers
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
it's ok
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
we just need her to stamp her head on it or soemthing
work. says:
but what if she threatens to commit suicide/
work. says:
if she does i'll be a sinner all my life!
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
than we'll bring in the policee and have her arrested
work. says:
what happens if in the scuffle the fluff in her gets dragged out?
work. says:
i'll be a murderer
***End of first draft***
So how does everyone think of it? Potential? =3
Here's the first draft. Several lines of text have been switched around for readability's sake. Otherwise, nothing has been edited.
***Start of Conversation***
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
work says:
o.o
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
??
work. says:
nothing
work. says:
rotting at work
work. says:
=x
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
me too
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm rotting even more lah
work. says:
lunch was good tho
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
mine was abit crappy
work. says:
lol
work. says:
wel
work. says:
this afternoon
work. says:
HALF of the office will be vacant
work. says:
cos teh other departments have welfare day
work. says:
PLUS my section manager & superior are on leave
work. says:
gg
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so wht you doing?
work. says:
msnig
work. says:
and msning
work. says:
and msning
work. says:
^^
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
at least you have ppl to talk too
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm bored to tears
work. says:
lol
work. says:
then go cry
work. says:
=x
work. says:
no la
work. says:
u can sms/msn me
work. says:
im super bored
work. says:
to boredness bored
work. says:
plus bored
work. says:
times bored
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
what work you doing?
work. says:
9am
work. says:
to 6pm
work. says:
today is 5.30pm since its friday (yay for Civil Service)
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
wert
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so crappy I still end at 6
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haiz
work. says:
lol
work. says:
where u work
work. says:
im 15 mins train ride from home
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I'm about half hour train ride away from home - raffles city
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
oh I'm working at your dad's old restaurant venue
work. says:
LOL
work. says:
serious?
work. says:
china sq central?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
yeah
work. says:
???!!! so zhun?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
yep
work. says:
then jimmy leh?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
ask him pei u lor
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
dhoby ghaut
work. says:
nearby la
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
he too busy lah
work. says:
lol
work. says:
so
work. says:
what u do usually at work?
work. says:
copypasta?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
no
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
I do bookings
work. says:
great
work. says:
i'd like to get married
work. says:
can u arrange fro me?
work. says:
i'll book teh location u find the bride
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
not tat kinda bookings idoit
work. says:
oh darn
work. says:
serious?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
got such thing one ahz?
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
but next time I wanna be a wedding planner
work. says:
no i was kidding la
work. says:
i alr found a bride
work. says:
its my pillow
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
why is your pillow your bride?
work. says:
we sleep together every nite
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
than wat about your blanket and your boaster?
work. says:
well
work. says:
they are my mistresses
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
wert!!!!
work. says:
but recently i've been having problems
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
??
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
why?
work. says:
my wife to be has been ignoring me
work. says:
because i spend too much time staying up late
work. says:
that when i get to bed its almost morning
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
work. says:
she resents that
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
and wat does she do about it?
work. says:
she turns smelly
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
i think she needs a wash
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
work. says:
i've always been telling her that
work. says:
but she doesnt agree
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lol
work. says:
she says its a reflex action of the anger
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
-_-"
work. says:
so my mom bought me a new pillow
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hia you are damn lame sometimes
work. says:
thats why i need a wedding planner urgent
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
haha
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
to get married?
work. says:
yesh
work. says:
and kick away my smelly wife-to-be
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
okok
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
so we shall have the ceremony in your room
work. says:
im not lame btw
work. says:
its prolly my double vision affecting my movement
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
and we'll need you to sign the divorce papers
work. says:
erm
work. says:
thats a problem
work. says:
she ate our marriage cert
work. says:
says we'll be butterfly lovers and she'll always been cinderlala
work. says:
that till death do us part
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
ah
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
when you have a divorce you dun need a marriage cert
work. says:
OH
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
lolz
work. says:
wow thats a relief
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
hehe
work. says:
but there's another problem
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
???
work. says:
she doesnt have hands
work. says:
she'll make use of that as an excuse not to sign the divorce papers
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
it's ok
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
we just need her to stamp her head on it or soemthing
work. says:
but what if she threatens to commit suicide/
work. says:
if she does i'll be a sinner all my life!
Butterfly lovers and cinderalla! says:
than we'll bring in the policee and have her arrested
work. says:
what happens if in the scuffle the fluff in her gets dragged out?
work. says:
i'll be a murderer
***End of first draft***
So how does everyone think of it? Potential? =3
Thursday, October 23, 2008
#144 Why I Bother To Number My Posts, I'll Never Know
By the time I attempt to put my thoughts onto e-paper (a.k.a. this blog) my eyes are cloudy and my thoughts are disjointed. It seems my body has come to crave sleep earlier and earlier after I start my temporary job. It's been almost two weeks now and I'm glad to say its working out pretty fine (well, you can't or won't refuse the extra pocket money), and I'm looking forward to my first paycheck in the middle of next month.
And just when I thought things were working out, I received a letter from CMPB. I am going botak/enlisting/losing my freedom/losing my pink I/C on 15 Dec, for 5 & 1/2 days. How cool is that? On the bright side of things, at least I'll be released on either my birthday or the day before that.
And then I realise how boring the whole post is.
But who cares anyway.
The bed's calling.
I'm going to sleep now.
And just when I thought things were working out, I received a letter from CMPB. I am going botak/enlisting/losing my freedom/losing my pink I/C on 15 Dec, for 5 & 1/2 days. How cool is that? On the bright side of things, at least I'll be released on either my birthday or the day before that.
And then I realise how boring the whole post is.
But who cares anyway.
The bed's calling.
I'm going to sleep now.
Friday, September 19, 2008
#143 It's All Transient
A.B.C.D.E.F.G.H.I.J.K.L.M.N.O.P.Q.R.S.T.U.V.W.X.Y.Z.
Wonderful. Imeem limits the playback to just the chorus. =/
Ah well. In the meantime I've found another buddy who isn't in NS yet, despite being a graduate. Seems like we're stuck in limbo, for now.
Is it true when we're stuck in limbo, we tend to veer toward negativity?
I'd like time to count backwards.
I'd like to disappear, fade into dust.
I'd like for any emotion other than despondency.
I'd like to feel hope once again.
I'd like to wake up in the morning for once.
Because the night seems so long.
Wonderful. Imeem limits the playback to just the chorus. =/
Ah well. In the meantime I've found another buddy who isn't in NS yet, despite being a graduate. Seems like we're stuck in limbo, for now.
Is it true when we're stuck in limbo, we tend to veer toward negativity?
I'd like time to count backwards.
I'd like to disappear, fade into dust.
I'd like for any emotion other than despondency.
I'd like to feel hope once again.
I'd like to wake up in the morning for once.
Because the night seems so long.
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