Escalator's End 6:46 PM

Happy little me.

Happy little me with makeup.

Happy little me with clown suit.

Happy little clown, me.

Weekend clowning has it joys. Like being able to get more laughs out of people than they get out of you. I've always enjoyed posing as a mannequin and then having people walk up behind me, commenting on how cute I am. But the fun part comes when I whirl around.

I hope they survive their heart attack.

This weekend the fun came out of an escalator.

A DESCENDING escalator.

People would stare at my dad and I, head straight for the escalator and nearly trip. Believe me, I was chock full of suppressed giggles after the days end.
Excuses such as "It looks like it went up", "I'm in a hurry", and "Because I was staring at the clowns" were put forth.
The last one left me flattered.
I did TRY to warn a few, but they just smiled at me, said "Hi Clown!" and continued on absent-mindedly. This one girl was waving and smiling at me as she climbed up a step, that was one rude reality check.

The giggles nearly burst my stomach.

Just smile and wave.

Smile and wave.

Plaster 11:04 PM

Yes, Jesus loves everyone.

It's a swell piece of art from Mike Krome. I was looking for a good wallpaper, I found the above and gave my desktop a touch of feeling. Well, that is, until I visited thehollowblah.info and found a good bunch of wallpapers and was torn between two choices. They're all great. I know. I'll close my eyes and click a random pic. Kudos to both artists (Mike and ZERO). You guys are the ace.

Inanimate 10:43 PM

Flop.

Plop.

My site looks so much better to mine eyes. I created a new Windows account and my site with its not so bloated font is sexy.

I'm freaked.

I've just seriously realized I can foretell the future. Well, at least what is revealed to me. (Cocks ear to hear my readers big laughs).

No, seriously. I mean it.

It's just...There are some things I see that I wish would never come true. Like my dreams. Since the age of 11 or 12, I've dreamt of a girl. This girl is usually clad in black, kinda punk or gothic. I'm deeply in love with her.

Then I die. In her arms. I scream at the people chasing us, throwing my body to shield her from the whizzing bullets.

Every bullet stung with realistic pain.

The sky does a 360. I cough blood. I'm positive I'd give my life for her any second.
Sometimes it's better. I don't die, and I confess how much I love her.
Too bad she died in one dream. I awoke with a soaked face, and a lump in my throat that could not be swallowed.

Or sometimes, she's a ghost, haunting and crying. I love her wail. So piercing, so full of emotion.

It scares me.

Last night was more positive. I lost her, and I searched every corner of the airport, running frantically, yelling her name (which I forget), my heart beating and my limbs numb. I found her and told her with tears in my eyes that I loved everything she did, everything she was, that I even copied everything she did. I chewed TOOTHPICKS because she did. I sat with her and we hugged and cried.

There was peace at last.

I wish I knew who she was. She's with me every night, every minute I'm awake. Mysterious, crying, begging for me to love her. What these dreams mean, don't ask, I have no idea.

Prophetic? Gosh, how do I know what my future really holds?

My Dangerous Pastime 7:19 PM

Thinking. Yup, I just FELT like blogging. My pastime of filling this website with nonsensical, sometimes deep, sometimes dumb, sometimes sad, sometimes happy content. But what's coming next is what you expect a person to blogging on a rainy and overcast day while home alone.

Little windows pop-up, notifying me of my contacts arrival or departure.

I was just thinking thoughts along the lines of love and relationships. It feels like so long ago that I felt deeply in love with someone. It's scary, at first I thought my denial of my need for someone to love was a big drama thing I made up in my mind because I was hurt. My bad for being too flippant when I was younger. But that creep of a feeling has snuck in and effectively made himself at home. The fact that I can't seem to feel relationship type love for any girl, or my unwillingness to enter into a relationship, just plain freaks me out. Maybe the lack of light in this room has clouded my brain. But I guess that during this time of no relationships, I've grown extremely fond of and close to my Lord and Saviour, Jesus. He's never left me. I've always felt His presence near. I think I needed this time of no relationships to get close to Jesus first of all. If I had entered into a relationship without this closeness to Jesus, I may have forgotten Him. But now that I know him so personally, no one could ever take His place. And one day, I know these hurt feelings will go away. That's what I have to believe.

May my heart open once more without fear of being wounded.

And May They Live Happily Ever After 6:18 PM

I'd like to take this moment to wish the best to these newlyweds, Nathanael and Amada. I was unfortunate in not being able to attend their wedding, but I pray God's blessings will rain upon them until they need to dig into their closet for an umbrella. I have not yet had the privilege of meeting Amada, but Nat is an old buddy of mine. More than that, he introduced me to many new things and was my basketball supervisor who had to bear with me pulling him out into winter snow to "play basketball!". He was also my tooth brushing guru, who has influenced my brushing habits up to this day. I wish you many and more happy days, Nat. I pray that God will keep and prosper you both. Congratulations!!!

Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith 7:28 PM

So as it is, I got to see the final installment of the Star Wars Episodes. Now I have seen the complete set from 1-6. This one wasn't so bad, although some of the acting was pretty crummy, and there were too many "special" effects. Although next time I'll probably stick to watching movies at home. It's not that the giant migrane-giving screen or the deafening surround sound was bad, but there was no pause button so that I could quickly run to the loo. Not to mention those ANNOYING Star Wars nerds, all dressed up in sissy robes (which didn't look anything like a Jedi's) , armed with galactic looking squirt guns, telling me to shut up everytime I whispered something into Sonya's ear, and all the while I could hear their goofy laughing and clapping. Back to the movie: it has some good points, although I think it's sad (stupid) how Anakin has to make so many mistakes which lead him to ruin, sorrow, and the Dark Side. Senator Palpatine is ugly as hell, he should consider a face lift...Yoda, as usual, rocks with his force skills. I want a pet just like him, so it can amuse me with tricks when I'm bored and destroy my enemies. The strange thing about this movie, is that when we went to the nearest theater to watch it, they didn't have it. They instead handed us a paper stating the reasons they weren't showing it. Because George Lucas came up with some arrogant conditions to meet:

#1: His movie must be shown in the largest room(s) of the theater.

Does he think his movie is the greatest or what?

#2: All theaters showing his movie must give him 70% of the income they make on his movie for the first two weeks, and 65% the next three weeks.

As if Georgie doesn't make enough money already.

Poor guy.

Bad pun.

Climb That Mountain! 5:56 PM

Ok, so it wasn't really a mountain...More like a rock climbing structure. But it had the same thrill points, like cold wind blowing on my face and getting into my t-shirt, these tiny little "rocks" for grip, and tense muscles. I think I made a lovely picture of endurance, gritting my teeth and mumbling random expletives. It felt great to look down and then just jump, giving me a small heart attack until the rope caught on to my decent. All in all, it was the highlight of my week (because I live a quiet life. No, wait, actually it's pretty darn noisy here, I just jumped out of my skin because someone popped a balloon, but you get the point.). The reason I got to engage in the aforementioned thrilling activity is because we all went to some fair. I also got to eat oranges (Hooray!), watch a pretty swell magic trick, and converse with suprisingly bold 11 and 12 year olds (and their special little friend, who would gnash his teeth, mumble gibberish, then blow me up with his dangerous popcorn launcher. I swear, he's a threat to national security!!) Besides that, I can't remember much of what has happened these past few days...Well, Sonya and her small fry sister are here, making my life more interesting. Pleh, I should be writing my memos to a memo pad (suprising, innit?) to transfer to here later. This site is seeing a major lack of fresh content. Lord willing, there'll be more soon.