Day 30: Stars do burst.

Last night, I dreamt of Janet Jackson. She and I were very close. Was she still wearing the star burst metal piece? I wonder. Magneto won't have any trouble with that. In fact, Sherman was the stupidest man alive and she still loved him. She was pretty plump.

Today, outside where I'm sitting, people are getting slimmer. But get this, slimmer but not leaner. Ask them to wave with both hands and you get monkeys swinging on vines. When they're 60, it'll be a sight for sore eyes I'm sure.

I sit inside with Anakin today. He's dead but I see a hologram. He knows for a fact Padme didn't have swinging vines, otherwise he'd not ask Luke to pull the plug. He loved everybody he knew yet he also knows that everyone has walked into the dark path. He pats me on the shoulder, "I know you don't gamble, but never cross to the other side. Never a corporate junkie, and always love those around you." I see he's dead serious, his pupils have turned a tad red. Everybody's a Sith lord, one way or another.

Dreams never die.

All hail the underdogs this year, because dreams never die. Adversity is just another stumbling block. Just get the f**k up and keep going. I wonder if I can ever be like that...

The "Champs":

Liverpool (Euro Champs)
Wigan (Div 1 2nd place)
Everton (Champions League Football)
West Brom (Great escape)
Alfonso Gomez (Beats everyone but himself)
Sergio "The Latin Snake" Mora ("I'm living in a house")
Scott Savol (Houdini)

How do these people do it? They never give up. It's all up there, a conscious decision to carry on. It's about the choices they make and how much heart they have. I salute all of them because they define tenacity and resolution. So we can all keep dreaming, because it's all we have.

Day No.24

Rubba rubba ching ching,
Days torn or fade ding-a-ling,
Wash and wear, pants that flare
Diminish the thought (don’t stare)

Seriously, 2 weeks is nothing. A lot of sweat, 250 machine gun blanks, 100 M-16 blanks, 2 sleepless nights. Cold food, cussing, swearing, bad jokes, card games, round of street soccer, playing enemy alien. 2 down, 5 to go. Finish when I’m at my peak, 31.

Where’s the inherent bias? Why can’t humans erase all that? The sight of humans makes me biased. Perhaps it’s asking me to make a choice. I’ll have Anthropology for $400, Alex. What is the basis of human nature? Correct.

Friday, I have an appointment with Mr. Hough. He’s giving me music therapy. Could always rely on KG to come with me. Oh Sergio, you always had such big hands. Give me a hand, will you? But you’re nowhere to be found; I’m still agnostic, really. Confused as ever, indecisive, but I want to dance to the sounds of waltz. Johann, lend me a hand. Oh bother, where are you?

People come and go. We create meanings and embed them in society. For better or for worse. I pronounce you man and wife. Cough.

Days in camp...

What a difference a week makes.

They transferred me to Tanjong Gul for labour camp. Weather is fine except for several Cat 1's and bouts of cock ups. Food is palatable. It costs $7 per head. We eat only for mosqiutoes to suck us up in the forest. Nice. Animal chess.

I hate the transports. Wooden benches and heat from engine seeping up giving us free saunas. My butt bone rubs against the wood and the friction causes so much discomfort. I run so much I have a meatless butt. A meatless butt. Terence has so much hair. His Beijing sponsors gave him hair treatments. Will someone please give me some butt transplants? Extra suspensions would be nice. Nice.

Listen to Mozart's Sonata K.331. Sounds like days go by. I need sponsors.

Day of Respect.

I went to pay my last respects to a humble man. There was never any power nor glory. There was never any wrestle for control. He was free, and for having that, he could love freely. There were no terms. There were no walls. That kind of love, where one could feel its overwhelming rush of being, its purity unrefined.

I was on a train. In this train there was a man with a snake for an arm and a flower on his head. The man was asleep but the snake kept me awake. I was reading about a life of a man who owns a house and how he come to own it. A beautiful flower sat across me. There were many flowers but none were white. I came to the building were the the humble man was placed. Outside was a snake. It slithered slowly under the wilting heat. I wondered how some snakes cope in such conditions. Flowers fell from the trees but none were white. The snake was white, but could it ever love the man that gave and never took? A bus took us to the white building. I signed "Dreamer" on the book. I could only dream of loving. I went in and wondered if he could give me the gift, but it was gone. I bowed to him, went to the side and closed my eyes. I opened them and went back to the cell which I came.

Next stop: Tanjong Gul.

Dream No.6, Same old fish

Mozart and I were at the fishmonger's.
"You have a problem."
"What?"
"About that indecisive behaviour of yours."
"What about?"
"You're not gonna get any girlfriends like that."
"I like haddock," trying to steer the subject away.
"You're not gay are you?"
"Not Tintin Haddock, captain."
I bought a Dory.
"What about that girl with fishnet stockings?"
"Mmm, Gobi, quite a catch."
"Use a good bait."
"Mmm," that indecisiveness again.
"You want me to cast it for you?"
I struck upon a resolute, and threw a die.
As much as I like the K.331, casting a net in the muddy waters bore me no comfort.

Day No.6, Headache.

10 Nevers to live by:
Never conform to convention
Never break a promise
Never tip more than 10%
Never tailgate
Never make lots of money
Never break someone’s heart
Never black, never white
Never think like a politician
Never control, always serve
Never wear someone else’s clothes
Never lie to yourself

I'm sure some people broke some of the rules. But always live by No.6. Or else.

Dream No.5

Linus tells me not to talk to strangers, unless I'm a salesman. He tells me to kick them in the shins.