Lies.

Everybody lies.

I would've hoped it wasn't real when I heard it over and over again from House. But?
It's the only thing that's held true from the time I've heard it till now. And so?

The lies continue. It's only that now, I'll have nothing to do with those lies.


Mr. Jyamaigo.

The curtains are slowly closing.

Hey there,

It's been quite a while since I've rambled on here. I either noticed that it was getting annoying, or I just haven't had the time to even post. I'd like to say LG, life's good, and get the hell on with whatever I'm doing with a big smile. But it's not so, and although sometimes lying can be the easiest thing to do when you're feeling the heat, or just being lazy. There's are only so many tales you can conjure up and tell, before everyone gets the gist, then suddenly, you'll be the one wondering what's real, and what's not.

Dealing with what's happened was, is and is still hard. My intrinsic motivation, my determination to prove myself, my complete effort and concentration... it's all turned into a huge burden, which I'm half-assedly pulling along. Telling everyone how fun and enjoyable it is, it IS what I want. It's like sitting down to a feast of the highest class, and most delicious food, only to have no company. It feels terrible.

Someone said they understood everything, that finally, they understood how it felt. I'm afraid they're wrong. They still have no idea. Thinking of all the negative effects upon yourself is easy, accepting what you've done, and knowing what your actions have caused is how anyone starts to see what went wrong. You can't blame people though, because now it seems there is the finest line between an excuse, and the true reason. The truth.

Time passes, and misunderstandings will remain misunderstandings until a heart to heart conversation can be had. At the moment it doesn't seem like anyone's ready for that. People are either too eagerly taking, giving, or blindly hiding.

And now I realise, that even though everyone knows communication is the most important thing. I, myself, have only just found out, that there is so much more to it.

And as for that closing curtain.
I'm still to find out which side of it I'm on.


Mr. Jyamaigo.

Rolled a couple hits, now my account looks crazy

It's our moment, you can't take it away
Life's what you make it
And we're making bread

So I promised a pix and explanations.

The Deed: Attempting First Dan Black Belt Grading
The Test: A series of patterns, sparring, pain-inducing self-defence, head knocks and breaking of wood
The Results:
Sparring: Went well. Copped a knock to the head or two, dished out a few hits, received some back. setups and ploys that worked and sometimes didn't. Overall success.
Patterns: *Barney Stinson voice* Nailed it!
Self-Defence: Knew half, made up the rest on the go; it seemed to work. Pain was indeed induced.
Wood Breaking:

I think the results are self evident. Top: Punched through, Bottom: Jumping kicked through

The kicked one is about as thick as my index finger (approx 1.5cm)

So I'm thinking maybe, just maybe I passed :P
And by thinking I mean I'm pretty damn confident about it right now.

And the celebratory splurge. I mean, let's be honest, it was a long time coming for these.

The Blu-Ray blood and gore of the Ancient Greek Mythology always washes down well on a HD screen

Who doesn't wanna see Mike Tyson's tiger in Blu-Ray ;)

The Classics. Enough said, really.

And just cos it was cheap and there and I like the first one.

Part II of the CD collection. This one is really good. I actually love a lot of the songs on this one. Ahhh the nostalgia of Nelly's Ride Wit Me.

OHOHOH ALSO, I just placed an order for the limited edition of Halo 4. Yes, I plan on online multiplayer with my mates. And yes, I am a nerd. And what? =P

So there you have it folks. An explanation of sorts and lots of pretty pictures. Hope you enjoyed it.

Hey! Must be the money!,

The Sleepless Dreamer

Steel horse

I done made it! Passed one of the biggest tests of my life. Celebratory splurge occurred. Pix and explanation coming soon.

Dreaming big,

The Sleepless Dreamer

This is no way to live.

This shit right now, it's overwhelming.
So much to hear, but it's all noise.
There's no longer that shining and angelic voice in my life.
So it's certain.
Noise is all I'll be hearing.
I finally got qualified,
and yeah? So what?
It's nothing. Nothing matters now.
I'm about to snap.
Take one moar step.
Even if someone just gives me an accidental nudge.
There'll be no moar nice playing.
There's no moar smiling and pretending.
It's all fake.
So let it be what it is.

When death, isolation,
separation, grudge, hate
profanities being the most polite words
that you can hear, every minute of the day...
You know things are different.
So what's different now?

Nothing's different.
But nothing's the same.


Mr. Jyamaigo

Clock on the wall, now or never at all?

My best friend is back in town! My sister! Family. She's even taller than before! That's not cool, seeing as now she's almost my height. And I don't like being shorter than a girl. Call it an ego thing. Lord knows I've got a huge one.

So here I was, calmly having decided my day of uni was complete and that I had no need to stick around when a mate calls and says "Come to the food court, I got a surprise for you". So I journey to this land of long awaited food. I find my mate with a few other friends. Out of nowhere my vision is blocked by two hands reaching over my shoulder. I turn to accost my attacker. Lo and behold, it is my best friend from Queensland!

A cursory lunch followed. My favourite, the meatbox, was once again challenged in battle and for the umpteenth time, I succeeded in its demolition. Max Brenner the next destination. Chocolate battling commenced when my nose was the target of a vicious chocolatey based spoon thwack. Retaliation and laughter followed. Much amusement was had that day.

To Strathfield. And CC's. A brief second lunch. Cos that's what us Lebs are. Bottomless pits of food crunching. Four Southern Fried Chicken Strips. Whatever southern fried means. Winner winner, chicken dinner? I think so. Except it was lunch.

And then a farewell to thee for the now. I shall see thine face sooneth. Righteth? I know, I know, it sounds stupid to me too. Shakespeare can keep his play speak. I'll stick to the native tongue of the dreamers. I'm happy today.

They call me a visionary,

The Sleepless Dreamer.

She deserve all of the credit for how I'm about to get it.

So I'm told I don't blog enough. And lately I'm think that's very true. I mean, come on, no posts in like 6 months? Oops ahahaha. But anyways.

Mr Sleepless just got back from a snow trip. Guess who can snowboard now? That's right, it's me! Wooo. There's nothing like tearing down a mountain side, powder spraying behind you, reaching speeds of who knows what...before you stack it and tumble head first into the snow, bounce into the air, cartwheel in the most maniacal of fashions and crash land back to earth with a few more dents in your wrist. But hey, it was hella fun! Defs gonna go back and do that again.

Dead tired and aching, but training is at its peak again. Hopefully taking it to the next level with a new belt. Now, it may be black but it definitely ain't Dolce and Gabbana if you know what I mean. Shout out to the medalists, y'all did well. Reppin' ndaht :P

Baby steps. Back to uni and already 5 days behind. Time to catch up. I'll leave you with a taste of The Sleepless Dreamer's Dreamland. Enjoy.





Tell me what you need,

The Sleepless Dreamer