>>> Going back through my past...

Well, this article sounds like an awesome argument for almost purely foot-based armies in the 'new' edition of 40K.

Especially when everyone is going MECHAnical heavy. With all those tanks, speeders, dreadnoughts, flying troopships, gunships and, Gods help us, TITANS.

And almost every race now has something that is the equivalent of the Imperial Titans. So, who says that the Galaxy is unfair?

Anyways, perhaps I'll eventually dust off my old army of Wolves and unleash them across the tabletop battlegrounds of the future.

Perhaps.

... and we find my love of miniature wargames.

>>> Of mechas...

Well, being the genius that I am, I've decided to do my own SAVE JAPAN piece. So, store rules be damned, I'm going to do some designing today!

Ha!

And while searching for ideas, I came across this illo of a mecha from Zone of Enders 2. It looks pretty cool, especially with what I believe are electro-magnetic accessories (possible fin-funnels?) that are hovering around its thruster pack unit. Plus the designer has elimanated the difficult design required with feet/boot parts by removing them and giving the legs a tapered look that end in flat, slightly runneled ends. Not sure how it would stand on them, but perhaps the mecha itself is just required to operate in vacuum. Or perhaps it has, like its free floating accessories, some sort of electro-magnetic field that holds it up while standing upon them. I may try out this design idea for what I'm going to design.

I have a whole buncha ideas bouncing around in my head, they all seem great. But then, everything seems like a good idea at the time.

*chuckles*

Let's see where it goes, ey?

Wish me luck!

... and a certain rising sun.

>>> April's almost over...

*chuckles*

I'm going to keep this short since my brain is not exactly functioning at full capacity right now.

I blame my sinus rhinitis. My nose is running like a tap on a slow trickling flood of silliness.

See?

Did that even make any sense!?

*sigh*

Anyways, life's been rather quiet of late.

In more ways than one.

At least the family's moved into the "newer" place in AMK and we're slowly settling in. The Move has been insane and tempers were worn thin & fraying around our necks. Hopefully Peace decides to settle in soon, too. The unpacking is going at a snail's pace, but at least it's going along. My nose is suffering from the amount of dust that's been thrown around PLUS the way the boxes and assorted stuff are stacked is not doing my claustrophobia any favours.

*pained look*

When all's said and done, I just have to finish clearing the boxes in the boys' room and then it's a trip to the storage hub to retrieve my art books and some other stuff. After that, I have to find a way to get my clothes washed.

Why?

'Coz the washin machine hasn't been set up and I'm running out of boxers.

But you guys didn't need to know that.

Sorry.

Well, not really.

But, anyways, I'm off to do stuff.

Laters.

... and it's not much of a tragedy.

>>> In so much pain...

I'm having the worst migraine that I've ever had in the past decade by my reckoning. I'm suffering from sensory overload since everything around me is being rendered in exceptionally sharp detail. Sight, sound, smell, touch & taste [Oh, my god, I can still taste the LJS chilli sauce! XP - Dust] are all overwhelmingly clear and right about now, I want to turn off most of the lights in the store, up the temp of the A/C and hide in the fitting room till everything goes back to normal.

But I can't.

Because I have to work.

Seriously, fuck this, I really don't need it right about now.

I shouldn't even be in front of a computer screen, either.

*flat look with pain flashing like sirens in my eyes*

And thank the Gods for Van (from Red Mango), the little bundle of endless bubbly good cheer, who is such a sweetie. She bought me lunch from Long John Silver's and gave me a coupla panadol extras [That's extra strength aspirin for those from the Western Hemisphere. - Kaze] that she had in her store. She is such a savior, a veritable Gods-sent lifesaver.

Now to wait for the meds to kick in. The food has stopped the gastric pains and the hiccups [Thank you very much, Van! - Dust]. So, please, pain, go the hell away. Far, far away. Like a dozen zipcodes away kinda far away!

However, there's an upside to this whole mess.

The event that really made this day rather memorable, in a damn good way, is that I served Rui En and she bought an Obey t-shirt from the store!

Why the giggly, flushed fanboy gushing?

Confession: I used to have a mad crush on her, once upon a time, a long time ago. I still like her, but not like a crazy fanboy stalker-ish kinda thing, aiight? I'm not a creep, thanks! *laughs and the winces* Stupid migraine...

... Anyways, I didn't even know she had a wikipedia entry! *holds up a sign with "XD" on it* Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera on me so no pictures of her in the shop nor of me standing with her. *sad sigh*

Oh, well...

... can't have everything.

And now Ting-Ting is yelling at me over BBM to get my head checked 'coz my migraines are getting worse. I really should. She's right. So's Vik, and Marshmello, and Pervalidus, and a buncha other people.

Nice to know people care.

*smiles*

Well, gotta go.

More work to do.

Laters!

... and feeling like Death has come.

>>> A Sole Obssession...

... with shoes/sneakers/kicks!

>>>Ridiculous...

But it's close enough.

So, the whole weekend has been rather on the downside.

Why?

First off, I've been given notice that I have a month to find another job. The reasons behind it really baffle me, but it's kind of a small blessing since I've been getting rather frustrated working here. It's not a bad place to work, but some things are seriously out of whack.

Second off the bat, the lady who I've been enjoying conversing with, and whose company is quite amazing, has completely ceased contact with me. Which sucks to the utmost maximum possible and beyond since there was not even an indication of it coming. And no reason, so I have no idea what I did wrong. It hurts and I have no idea why.

And to rub salt into it all (don't ask me why it feels like that, I can't figure it out so it just does), i find the aforementioned lady and my ex in the same set of photographs due to the fact they share a mutual friend (the same mutual friend who introduced me to her in the first place) who had her birthday celebration over the weekend which they both attended. Eff-Em-Ell.

*sighs deeply*

Lastly, and this is the strike-out, I'm tired beyond all belief. I have no idea why. *flat look* I blame a recent Friday night, a wedding on Saturday and sheer insanity over the weekend. Feh.

I'm grateful for my homies, I truly am. If not for you lot, I would've lost my mind ages upon ages ago.

So, to my peeps like Pervalidus, Naffa, Marshmello, Flalicious, Ting-Ting, Kimmy-Kat, Babe Ruth, Babe Lin, Fiq-V, Core, Libre, Mister X and all the rest who aren't listed here for you know who you are.

Misery is a travesty that keeps on being visited upon me.

This blows.

Majorly.

Fuck.

... is not exactly the word that I'd use.

>>> Somewhat at peace...

The violet pain has ended, the scarlet anger has subsided, the dark onyx sadness has lifted and a little ray of gold has cut through the grey clouds of gloom & misery. Now, to keep that ray alive so it will spread across the fields enshrouded in the mottled shadows in a blaze of a molten golden sunrise and to find a way to clear the static pattern of pixelated blacks and whites of confusion that makes patches of the overcast sky, to repaint them in the brilliant hues of a royal blue. Confusion caused by one girl in particular, who has ceased any form of discourse and conversation with me for over a week, and the reasons behind the cessation.

*sighs sadly*

But things change, in time, and the colours are laid over what was before as feelings and thoughts change.

While we're talking about colour, I'v realised that my ka will never return to its original pristine colour of polished jade. It feels more like it's been striated with veins of crimson and obsidian. The effects of the world we reside in; all the anger, frustration, sadness, bleak depression and jaded cynicism that make up the darker colours of negative emotions that seep in and infectiously infest one's inner being.

But, I think music and art helps keep it at bay, I think, or perhaps slow it down somewhat, injecting brighter colours of purple, blues, greens, oranges and yellows through their vibe and feel.

Our souls are usually a riot of colour after the lives we live, I believe, a veritable spectrum and rainbow of hues, shades and textures.

And right now, the melodies, rhythms, tunes and grooves of Jimmy Eat World's 23, The Moffats' Misery, Lady Antebellum's I Need You Now, Yellowcard's Only One and The Devil Wears Prada's Louder Than Thunder are wafting, floating, soaring and blasting along the airwaves as I type out this in a light black script on a blindingly white screen. There is no real reason for this mix of music since they were placed within a playlist of sheer randomness. But they do weave a beautiful tapestry with their vibes, colours, feelings and images that are absorbed by one's spirit.

But, perhaps, there's a deeper meaning within them all.

Or perhaps I think, and imagine, too much and beyond the norm?

*shrugs nonchalantly*

Everything will be okay.

And I'll be fine.

So will you.

... as my volcanic heart slumbers in nightfall's shadow.

>>> Things get...

My stint with the Army Reserves is finally over after two weeks. It was an interesting and somewhat strange ICT this time around.

Why?

Having no vehicles to look after and shepherd, and instead of joining one of the fighting platoons, I was seconded to the QM and dealt with stores. Lots of heavy lifting with all the rest of the storemen always exclaiming on how much I can carry and my ingenuity. *laughs* I also managed catch up on sleep, too, since it was mostly long periods of nothing to do with a short burst of hectic activity followed by yet more long periods of nothing. *laughs some more*

It's sad that our OC and CQ have completed their ICT obligations, having hit the age limit and being sent to the Reserves Lists. But I'm happy for them because they've done their service and have earned their rest from it.

For me, I have seven more to go. Although it will not be with the Flight as a whole, sadly. This was our last ICT together as a whole unit, as MDF. From now on, we have a different designation and we've been broken down into smaller units to complement and support the other flights.

But it looks like I might be having another ICT this year, which will cut down the number I have to perform even more and I may be done way before I'm 40.

It's a good thing, trust me.

On the personal front...

... things aren't as cheery.

EDIT: It seems in my usual mild form of dyslexicness, I managed to not type out an entire portion of this post! So, here it is, in wonderful italics:

The packing at home is not going well, the parentals are feeling the stress so hard that they're taking it out on the nearest warm bodied targets in their vicinity with dire sonic consequences for their victims. And they're becoming incredibly inflexible about almost everything and everything turns into a shouting match of some kind. It's incredibly exhausting and somewhat damaging.

YEESH.

And for some strange reason everyone keeps asking me when I'm going to get married, for some strange reason. I get the fact that I'm in my late twenties, but, seriously, I don't intend to get married anytime soon. After all, there's no one in my life at the moment and I'm not going to rush into a marriage with the first available woman I meet, thank you very much. And, NO, I'm not letting my mother arrange any matches or marriages for me, NO WAY IN HELL.

I mean, would you?

Even if I did get married, it'll be to someone of my choosing with her mutual agreement to the matter. With mutually shared feelings, if you catch my drift. My life, my terms, thank you very much.

And carrying on with the rest of my strange life...

From one, now three of my exes have been texting me. To make this very clear, I really don't mind, it's dead nice since it means we're on speaking terms. But, it makes one wonder what their motives are, like what do they want... IF you were paranoid, that is. I just wonder what prompted them to text me of all people, but it's nice of them to remember me, honestly.

So, I just take it as it comes. If they speak, they speak, it's totally cool. AIYC, y'know, Always In Your Corner. I'm there if they need me, you know what I mean. *small smiles*

I'm just concerned about Maple now, the infamous Pancakes Girl as some of my close friends call her. Not a whisper or a peep out of her since last Saturday which bothers me. But I'll keep it cool. If she wants to reach me, she knows how to.

And it's strange to admit, but I do kind of miss her. *shrugs* Oh, well...

And, now, to pray that I get the place in Macquarie. I need my father's credit card since I don't have one of my own. Though I'm wondering if they'd accept debit instead. But, that aside, I really, really need to get in, just to prove a point to my parents and all the naysayers who believe that I don't stand a chance of getting into any Uni. AND I rerally need to figure out where I can get cash from for it. Like a TON of it!

*looks skywards*

I'm a man in serious need of miracles.

Laters, all.

... a little weirder as time crawls along.