Workout Tuesday

I bully myself, 
Coz I make me do what I put my mind to...
And I'm a million leagues above you,
ill when I speak in tongues...
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

^ McFatty Style.
MMLP2. Coz it's AWEsome.

I'm still up. So to ME, it's still Tuesday.
It ain't the next day till I wake UP for the NEXT DAY.

but shut up.
throw your headphones on.
just try this.

And this is Just TSD -2.0

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

And I just love to play the bad guy. I'm good at it. I think that's what they call an oxymoron. Boy, do I know a lot of morons. So many people come to mind. If you don't see me much, that is one possible explanation; you're a moron. I don't even care if I hurt your feelings any more. You deserve to know the truth. So there it was and there it goes.

And everybody knows I'm just an asshole. I don't attempt to be nice. I'm the biggest jerk on planet Earth. I don't need to be kind anywhere I go. People have their expectations and so I cater to them. Life's too short to be societally acceptable. Yet, here's the thing. Anyone that knows me knows that it's just a cheeky persona I throw up.

And I'm calling you out. Because I'm only going to get this one chance to go berserk.

Life, disconnected.

Life, disconnected.

I am back again writing up my sporadic rants when I am distracted at midnight and unable to perform basic mathematics.

What I wanted to ask was, when, if ever possible are we disconnected from the internet?

Egalitarian Opportunism - Rant #4

Welcome to planet Earth
Where people are divided
Some who try to fight it got violence and it hurts
Damaged turf, put men at work so people could manage personal demons and them it's worth

And now the world is crumbling and they want us on our knees. But we were born fighters. Baptisms by water, fire and blood. Yes, I know I start sentences with coordinating conjunctions. And what? That point is irrelevant. My point, really, is that I find it so funny that the Earth is so divided. Race comes to mind as a big one. Religion too. There's others. Age discrimination, sexuality etc. It's kinda saddening.

I really don't understand racism. I mean, I'm white (really I'm Lebanese, but close enough) and I love everybody. Literally, everybody. Even the people I hate. I think it comes down to the fact that overly sensitive people as well as racism itself perpetuate racism. And then there's the whole division over sexuality and equality arguments. Uh oh. This guy going to talk about homosexual issues? Controversial! Butt fuck it. I'm going in.

The Letter I Almost Wrote

I remember it like it just happened
I could've sworn it was a dream
But in reality it hit me like a nightmare
Or at least that's how it seemed

If you're reading this then I guess I've made up my mind. I sat here for a while thinking. Just thinking. About everything. You. Me. Everyone. It's what we do when things don't go the way they're supposed to, isn't it? We just think and mull it over and analyse and try to figure out what went wrong and why it happened that way and how we could've changed it or stopped it or played it out until we go round and round in circles chasing something that was never really there. And then we stop. Because we explode. I guess that's where I am now. I couldn't take it so I exploded. Ghost.

I guess you'll want to know why.

Seven Inverted Sevens

Wishes that the world could see
From the position of my girl and me
From the perspective of laying on the hood of a car
Looking up at the stars with all the connections cut

First iteration. One of the first inverted I ever met. You came in threes. And all three of you stayed with me. But you were the first. The sister that I never thought I'd have. The one that I found myself running to protect. The littlest big sister ever. If I ever have a biological sister (small chance now, methinks) but if ever, I hope she's like you. Just less pretty. It's too hard to chase away the boys. They're so damn persistent. I'm sure you know all about it. Years go by and it's like nothing happened. I love it. Sia. Don't stress too much, you little stresspot. Everything is going to be okay. Trust me.

Second inversion. Two of three. Popped off. I still see you at least a few times a week. Can't get away from you. It's gonna be so weird when uni ends and we go separate ways. Better still see you a lot. It's so hard to replace older brothers these days. It's hard to put into words, but brother pretty much sums it up. Now go find a girl before I do and you never can again. #FamilyIsNotJustABloodline.

Death of an Old Friend

I'm tryna go beyond love, and this is hard to translate
Love is good, but to me, good is just the enemy of great
You wanna make it to the top, but you don't got what it take
...
I used to love ya, I think to hold ya
You didn't know me, it was only just a mirage

Just the enemy of great. Just an enemy of the state. The state being the mind. It still fucks with me that it can fuck with me. My head is mine, not yours. You don't own me. What have you done for me lately? I don't see no rings on these fingers! So please just give me it back. I used to love you. Not anymore.

They told me I was talented. They told me I could go places. "You're smart," they said. "We've never seen anyone like you." You were inclined to agree. You made me believe them. They showed me how to be the person I was, how to take an uncut gem, mould it, polish it, complete it. Then you took it. And you spun it. Round and round and round my head. You showed me love. But you did me wrong.

Chapter One - Reserved Seating

You don't even know what you want from love anymore
I search for somethin' I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

The words reverberated through his head, bouncing around the inside of his mind. Bass coursed through the headphones, the rhythmic thump, thump, thump pleasing his senses. Sebastian sighed. Walking around with his headphones blaring was one of the only ways he could relax lately. For a kid, he sure had a lot on his mind. And there was about to be a whole lot more.

The bus rounded the corner unexpectedly, it's bright red chassis catching the light and Sebastian's attention. He was still two hundred metres from the bus stop. He couldn't be late. Not today. Not again. 

Patrón.

New shit don't excite me no more
Guess that they don't really make them like me no more
You can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself
Cause if y'all what I created then I hate myself

Tell me how the fuck we supposed to stay friends when you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show? Sitting here staring at an empty glass. And no, it's not half full or half empty. It's straight empty. So's the bottle. I need erasure. That's what the Patrón is for.

Illusions and confusions. Still trying to work out the puzzle called life and where all these pieces fit. Here for a moment, a single fleeting moment, then gone. Not dead. Just gone. 'Cause you took it all, tore it up, shredded it to pieces and then left me standing here. You knew it wasn't the first time. You knew my trust issues. You still went and did the one thing you know I can't forgive. Swig. Patrón.

The Antithesis - Why So Cereal?

You got comedy cash
I’m a quarter of the Slaughter, half of the dream team, the anomaly Bad
We here to riot the scene
Quiet your entire college up, tie up your dean

So this popped up on my news feed today and it seemed quite apt considering the occasion. 

Get ready to get heavy, my brother.

Twerk It Pt. 2 - What Does the Earth Revolve Around?

Disclaimer: this rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' "bitch" as a lesson
But as a psychological weapon
To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions
Discretions, reflections, it's clever misdirection

Normally, I'd sit back and watch the world burn. Normally, I'd be happy to watch the squabble pan out. Normally, it'd amuse me. Let's be honest, it kinda does! But then being as chill as I am, I rarely feel a need to explain myself. I still don't. Sometimes, though, children need an education.

I'm going back in.

Twerk It, One Kick at a Time

Shorty got the black bra showing
Tatted up, ass fat enough
She a bad bitch and she already know it
Yeah she know it, Yeah yeah she know it

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Ho, shut the fuck up!
I got way too much on my mental, 
I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do 
And still waking up like the rent's due

Ahahaha I'll bet she's a bad bitch with her tats and dat azz. Far above average...and savage and cabbage. So bad, that chick with dat ass. Superficial too, no doubt. Those ones always are. But whatever.

I went superficial too! I mean, I needed new kicks. Check it.

Get Buck In Here (Just Hold On, We're Going Home)

I was born sinning
But I live better than that (better tonight)
If you ain’t fucking with that
I don’t care (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Before we start.....

TWOOOOOO CHAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINS!

But Never Late is Better - Triple Post (Grab Some Popcorn)

Maybe I'm dreaming

Maybe I'm fine
Maybe I just write it down cause I got it on my mind, man

It's not a biography, it's a rhyme

Reality or thoughts, either way this shit's mine

A lot on my mind. Now ain't that about a bitch? How can you have a lot on your mind? You can't even touch your mind. It's not a physical entity (relax, I know it's a figure of speech). Now the reality of the thought comes in. Are you living or dying? 

I'm here to tell you that you can only be dying. You are ageing. And ageing brings you closer to death. You are older today than you were yesterday. Therefore you are closer to death. Therefore you are dying. Even as you read this.

Recognition - Rant #3

You underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety

I'm just being Frank with you. Holidays are the shit man. Free time mixed in with a little bit of work and not even a smidgen of study. This I can get used to. I mean, wow. Life is so much more fun when there's no study to do. I can even get used to working. I mean, you get money at the end of it to spend on more free time! And I'm like a very leaky sink. The money comes in and flows straight out.

Party, party, party, like there ain't no tomorrow. Who cares man, I don't even care if I don't wake up tomorrow. Life's too short to worry about death, right? But what does anyone do that's longer than life? Answer me that.

The Genetics of My Happiness

Shut me down down down
Shut me down down down
For what it's worth I'm in love with you
Said for what it's worth I'm in love with you

"Why do you think we marry girls?" Why do you think we do? And by we I mean males. Why marry girls? Because, while we can go on living our lives without them, they complete the bigger picture. I've seen the results in my friends. The arguments, the laughter, playfulness and the complete understanding between two individuals of the opposite sex. We need them and they need us, and it's a beautiful union.

Perfect relationships are hard to come by. But The Sleepless Dreamer has a few friends that entertain him in this regard. Watching it all unfold, especially when they're close to TSD, opens the eyes to a whole new world of thinking. Biological, physiological, genetic (essentially all the same, just fancy words) or psychological?

Workout Tuesday #4

Yeah yeah yeah.
It's not tuesday.
But I've knocked down 2 finals exams.
2 moar to go before I can just concentrate on training, fitness and whatever the hell I want to do.
So read on...

Open Letter to the Editor - What Was or Will Be

Nothing less and nothing more
I hear your heart hit the floor
Talking feelings and I ain't know
I guess that's just the motion

Let this shit breathe...

No Lie

Lame ass fella just fuck my cool up
Lying ass ho trynna spread rumors
Men gone lie, women gone lie
So when you think about it who can you trust?
Nobody, nobody, errybody worry bout the old bobby

Well if you guessed it was me, then you guessed correctly. I'm so past everything, it's like I'm back to the future. Marty McFly up in this shit. But if that's the case why do I feel that psychotic split coming on again? Thinking one way but forced to act another. Sometimes you just gotta step up and realise that you can do whatever the fuck you wanna do (insert HodgeTwins voice here).

Be true to yourself and don't back down for nobody. Personally, I think that that kid, The Sleepless Dreamer, has too much nice in him to compromise another. That's Mr. Jyamaigo's job. Then sometimes I think TSD has that mean streak that reminds him that evil is easy. Don't back down.

Workout Tuesday #3

I'm completely blasted, overrun by lectures, catching up for the most part.
I don't think I've ever missed so many lectures in a semester that it'd be this bad.

It's late, but better late than never.

So here's the workout for this Tuesday.
Have at it...

Genteel Edumacation - Rant #2

Chasing me like chasing your tail your never catch it
Respect is something you never get if you never had it
I'm lookin' back and laughin' this life of mine
Brought me all the way here from my life of crime

Well I mean it's that time of year again. End of June and I don't even care about the end of financial year crap. Which is weird. 'Cause my father is an accountant. And that makes me a part time accountant. By force. Not by choice. Just throwing that out there. But that's not even what I care about, anyway!

It's the time of year when all uni students curse their collective lives, their lecturers and, most importantly, themselves for not taking more notes earlier and paying more attention in lectures. Displacement probably accounts for about 80% of the hatred towards lecturers too.

Completionist Ep. 1 - Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon (I Should Be Studying)

"Far Cry® 3: Blood Dragon is THE Kick-Ass Cyber Shooter.

Welcome to an 80’s vision of the future. The year is 2007 and you are Sargent Rex Colt, a Mark IV Cyber Commando. Your mission: get the girl, kill the baddies, and save the world.

Experience every cliché of a VHS era vision of a nuclear future, where cyborgs, blood dragons, mutants, and Michael Biehn (Terminator, Aliens, Navy Seals) collide."  - Steam description of FC3:BD.

Post-apocalyptic. Post-nuclear War. Lasers. Dragons. Mutant (Ninja) Turtles. Blood. Kick-Ass Cliche Catchphrases. What more do you need?

Wicked Wednesday #2 - Island Hopping in Bioshock Infinite (Full Circle)

The city in the sky; Columbia. Almost as outrageous as a city built on the bottom of the ocean but we all know how that turns out right? Where to begin with this gem of a game. Irrational Games and 2K really delivered. 

Visually, this is a stunner. I played through the PC version of this game (for those of you that don't know I'm a console gamer at heart, Team Xbox, yay!) although, as is customary for me when playing on a PC, I was using my trusty X360 controller because I'm absolutely horrendous with a keyboard and mouse. Typically, my laptop runs games at the highest of graphics/video settings but I played through on every quality level to test out the best performance I could get. Even at low quality Infinite blew my mind away with its HD-ness.

And the twist to the plot line. Wow. I think that's what I'm going to try and delve into. It's a wickedly confusing ending and I needed a few reruns just to fully grasp what it meant. So, SPOILERS AHEAD.

Feel my aura

R.I.P. to the boy you used to see
Those days are over, baby they're over
You decided to give back all of me
Don't come no closer, baby no closer

STUVAC. HOLY SHIT, HATING LIFE.

Workout Tuesday up, Wicked Wednesday planned and raring to go. Studies going well. Life on track....NOT, LOL.

London Gee,

Mr Sleepless

Workout Tuesday #2

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

This week's workout seemed simple on paper.
SEEMED SIMPLE.
Performing it was a different story altogether.
So here it is, give it a go!

For My Sister

So I recently cleaned up my laptop. And I found the third part of the long lost Agnes Collection. Designed for my Little Big Sis, they remind me of the love of my family. Hope is a powerful gift.

Here is the whole collection.

Lost Worlds

We'll run where lights won't chase us
Hide where love can save us
I will never let you go

Stuck. I'm stuck. I can't move. The darkness. It crushes. Consumes. Relieves? I can't tell. I can't see. But do I want to? Is it my friend or my enemy, this darkness? Do I even have to know? Why should I care? It's here. Embrace it. Drift off to sleep...

Whispers. I hear them. Voices in the dark. Surrounded by whispers. I see no faces. Only voices. Lights flicker and fade. Glimpses of a face. Boy or girl? It matters not. I am old now. My skin hangs loose. My gaunt face is covered with shadows. I care not. I surrender myself to the blackness again.

PTSD

I'mma be honest ‘cause every rapper alive
Including I, puts a persona up
But I promise what you seein’ has truly been me
But I ain’t 5’9” all the time, sometimes I’m just Ryan - a human being

The steady drip of the tap echoed through the hallway, cutting through any hope of sleep I had. The sound reverberated off the walls, the dull tones forcing my eyes open. Darkness enveloped me. It was the dead of night. 

Bathroom, I thought and lifted myself out of bed feeling my body protesting as I did so. A sliver of light came from the bathroom. My eyes adjusted to the light as I made my way to the bathroom to find the source of the drip. The sound of my footfalls seemed deafening, shutting out all other noise with each step and sending jarring vibrations up my legs. I reached the bathroom.

Pub Stomping the Drought Away

I'm tryna live good, that's an understatement
They say life's about choices
In the face of defeat I declined
Put your soul into everything, never back down
That's how you leave a legacy behind

They ask if a word has meaning if it's not heard. The whispers of the unknown. If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it truly make a sound? Doesn't matter, won Origin I. Everyone heard that. From Bankstown to the Bay. The final whistle sounded and the pub erupted louder than Vesuvius in it's last days.

Alcohol, good friends and a game is a wicked combination for a Wicked Wednesday. Shit went cray cray. Off the hook. I haven't been that excited about a footy game in a while. The highs and lows, the cheers and the screams. And the absolute mania when he clocked him. CRACK!

Wicked Wednesday #1 - Plant the Seed

Trust me, homie
Do not walk up in my shadow
Just respect my handle
While we bang and make the Earth rattle

Wednesday creeps, Tuesday sleeps. The house is quiet except for the whine of a cooling fan. All is dark, save for the faint light of an LCD screen. The clicks of a keyboard are heard as fingers jam into buttons, searching for the right combinations. A dreamer lies with the technological box across his stomach. He dons huge headphones. Over ear. Beats by Dre Studios. Stylishly simple. His fingers reach for a key. He frowns. Something is not right. Bass delivery has been impaired. The blood drains from his face as he realises what this means. His life is over. There is no more bass. The audiophile weeps inwardly, his heart, a sub-woofer of gargantuan proportions slows to a mere 30bps. There is no more bass.

Fortunately they are well withing warranty. The Dreamer rejoices and sighs simultaneously. This is the second time his headphones will need repair. He thinks it may be time for an upgrade. Brand loyalty dictates that he select from the Good Doctor's selection. He's been through Solos, Studios and iBeats. Of the remainder, those that appeal are MixRs, Executives and Pros.

Workout Tuesday #1 Feedback.

So the class was taught, and the methods used.
Apparently it was a hard hit.
A difficult challenge.
But 'a good way to really get you going'

The client's looked at me all exhausted.
"I'd choose anything over burpees, anyday."
So obviously, you can tell that a majority of people chose the Kettlebell swings over the Burpees, this much was expected. However... the few that chose the burpees found it a bit overwhelming, taking slightly moar frequent breaks than their kettlebell-wielding counterparts.

Happy Birthday, Little Brother

I done left shit alone
People say I'm living wrong
But a fella so gone
And I'm still gonna reach that top spot,
I'm a high shot
More dough than your pop's got
Thankful for everything that I've got
Look into the sky for what I've got

Happy Birthday, Brother!

So yes, I know your birthday was a while ago. I know that this is a little bit of a lot late. But we only just recently bought you this cos you broke the last one. Homewrecker, LOL. It's all new, with all new music and an all new set up just for you. Just the way I know you like it.

So I love my little brother. Who knew TSD had one? A lot of you actually, but why not tell a tale of epic proportions? A tale of battles won, treaties signed, and titles passed from one man to another. Or maybe I'll just tell you my story =P

Workout Tuesday #1

Here's one of my ideas.

I'm going to post workouts that I write up, be they made up completely by me...
or made up with the help or inspiration of some other workouts.

Don't worry, I'll only put up one class here a week, probably 2 if I feel bothered.
I teach these to my clients and classes.
So all good, I'll also post up feedback I get in terms of the classes and any tweaks of changes I think that might make the workout better.

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So What You Think You Know Bout TSD? - Rant#1

How you mean, how you mean?

What you know about the team?

You just know what you get told

Girl, I see behind the scenes

Brrrrrrrrat Brrat! Shots fired! 187, 10-4? You got it? 10-4?!

I put it down for my team. My team is my family. Family is not just a bloodline to me. That's the cool thing about friends. They're selective. You choose them and, when they disappoint in the worst possible way, you lose them. And I'm the most prejudiced of them all. Selection criteria is ongoing, ever changing and I don't choose lightly. I hand select those friendships that will last a lifetime. So what right do you have questioning my choices?

Rolling with boys used to be fun. It might still be for all I know. But graduating, top of my class, in the company of real men puts a different perspective on things. Mr. Jyamaigo, for example, is one of the illest, realest you'll meet. My Rambo too, those I've found and those that found me. And give credit where credit is due, I don't hang with no girls. No bitches or even women; straight ladies, street and book smart, the way I like. Don't be hating, ladies and gents.

Minuteman, the Man of the Hour

Just a classic case
A scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved

Gosh, they're little terrors. They run around, pointing and screaming and waving. I said, "Look man, I don't wanna roll over no toes in my road, you dig that? Just back it up and let a pimp pass through". But ain't no one listening. Them little shits just wanna do they're own stuff and disregard what you say. Cheeky little buggers. I love them. My not so little class of little people. Zip, Zap, Boing guys.

And there ain't no more lonely nights. Never really was. But now I'm rolling with a crew I grew up with. I aged with some of these guys and with some, I matured. LOL JKS, I never matured. I'm immature to the core. Kid at heart. And dirty jokes all night, every night. When you roll with good lyrics and badder people, life becomes exceptionally more exceptional.

Prodigal Sons of Anarchy

It's been a long time
We shouldn't have left you
Without a dope beat to step to

Chaos. Life is chaos. Structure holds no place, warrants no respect, has no honour in my world. Cursed and blessed, my life's a mess. I sit here and wander through the darkness of my mind, lost in your waking dreams, feeling like anaesthetic. It's a relief to find light in the recesses of a mind so old with a brain so young.

False. Humans are false. We put on fronts, tell each other stories so fabulously exaggerated they have to be true, shout to the world how great we are, scream in the face of all our inadequacies and hide from all our fears. But, we're human. And we wouldn't have it any other way. So where do we go from there?

Intra-Procrastination.

Hi.

This is what I do when I do not want to continue along the assignments that I have knowingly lined up for myself so that I'd have the LEAST possible amount of time to complete them. My life hasn't been so dull recently, nor has it been interesting and fun. But I've kept myself busy moving so I don't hit a standstill and fall back into the seat on cruise control, of not striving for improvement.

So. Why the hell am I here again. I've just completed one assignment. I've exercised my fair share tooday. I've watched PSY's new song, Gentleman. Double-checked online that Kobe Bryant's torn Achilles was real and quite severe. I've also spent my first day actually driving around and getting use to my new Mazda 3. Which has pushed me into taking an extra shift at work, JUST so I can still spend money on whatever the hell I want when the rare opportunity presents itself.

So much to do, and the past few weeks have just flown by, trying to organize myself, but I'm nowhere near motivated enough to keep on top of everything. My workout and my diet, I've FINALLY gotten a solid grip on. Jobs, I've steadied into, however I've applied for an extra, just in case I REALLY want to switch out of whichever gets moar tedious.

I need water.

The prize for reading... I've dug up some food challenges vaguely. Hopefully I can knock 'em down one after the other when I reach my fitness goals for the next 4-6 months. Here they are:

Man Vs. Mouse 1kg Steak Challenge
Pyrmont Bridge Hotel

Waffle Stack Challenge
The Spot Chocolate Bar

Pulled Pork Challenge
Essen Food & Restaurant Cafe

1kg Schnitzel Challenge
Austrian Schnitzelhaus

You'll probably have to look these up for moar details. I don't want to know any specifics yet. I'm still months away from even being able to even eat a chip.


Take it easy,
Mr. Jyamaigo

New Year

Hi,

It's been quite a long time since anything's gone up on here, but poor old abandoned blog, why not post something up right? I'm bored out of my mind and everyone still needs the sleep either from getting wasted on NYE or just because most of us usually like our sleep and jump into bed whenever we get the chance to.

The past is the past, and 2012 is now in the past followed by every passing day. We remember the good and forget the bad, or so that's what we like to tell ourselves. I'm sure there are people like that right? But for me the bad outshone the good. Actually, it probably didn't. But feeling sorry for myself made getting back to normal routine easier. So that's why I say the bad outshone the good. To me the 2012 apocalypse wouldn't have been so bad, it had already been quite a damaging year.

Basketball's back on though. The NBA. That'll keep me occupied somewhat.
Getting back into piano playing - which I quite enjoy - but we all know how the majority of New Year's resolutions go. Fingers crossed the piano won't be the mainstream failure of a resolution.
And moar holiday time before uni means moar qualifications to enhance my career.

Hope this year's going to be a challenging yet smooth walk, jog or run. Man do I hate cardio, but some things just have to be done. When you get past a certain age, we all become masters of conjuring up excuses, and I'm saving all those excuses for the lectures I'm going to feel bad about missing. I will do my share of cardio.

Well, I'm getting bored again, can't keep at this for too long, I know very well how it feels like to listen to someone blabber on whilst keeping a polite (or even interested) face. Lucky this is the internet. No face for you all to deal with, and jumping away from this page would be as fast as lightning if not faster.


Happy New Year to you all!
All the best,

Jyamaigo