Octopaul is dead

http://espn.go.com/blog/sportscenter/post/_/id/88845/paul-the-octopus-is-dead-who-could-have-seen-that-one-coming

RIP, at least now you're safe from people trying to eat you up or kill you because you made them lose a lot of money by being right in the 2010 world cup.

Dota Brawl

Source : Gawker

Some highschool kid got beaten up for trash talking after winning a game.

Seriously... I say he deserve it. You've won already. Didn't have to be a sore-winner. Only pisses people off. Let this be a lesson to everyone else. You won a game, don't brag to the loser.

Quote from the article "...made him(the kid) kissed their (assaulters) feet.."

And, I don't support violence~ but that kid had it coming to him... and how the hell did those people find his address?!

Prevent getting yourself beaten up and in turn prevent having those people that beat you up obtaining any assault charges.

Worst Nightmare as far as I can remember

I've had countless nightmares. None of them had woken me up from my sleep since when I was a kid... til today. I've had nightmares about monsters, ghosts, aliens, demons, etc. Last night's nightmare freaked me out so much I woke up from my sleep in fear...

It's a random mix-up of things but here it goes...

I was in an english town, most likely country side and somehow I have a pig as a companion. It speaks and talks to me. It was somehow a best friend of mine (I don't know... it all didn't make any sense when I woke up and ponder about it). We were outside this tavern/restaurant and it was really cold out. Feeling cold I looked at this pig of mine... then starred at the tavern at all the dead pigs hung outside ready to be sliced, cooked and served to the customers. I was cold. My companion pig starred at me. Events happened and somehow my companion pig was wrapped up in a bag snorting (probably was me snoring...) as I try to hand it over to the owner of the tavern for some food and shelter. Guilt kicked in, but I was too cold and desperate. The owner refused. I had come so far as to sacrifice a friend (animal)....

Then the dream shifted (2nd level??).... I was in a house (my house in Malaysia, my aunt's house, my grandma's house), and the air feels cold. I can't remember how it happened but it seems that there was a ghost haunting me. A little girl, constantly smiling at me following wherever I go and having the ability to fade in and out of reality. I tried ways to deter her from me. He long dark hair covering her eyes, pale white face stares down at me from almost every dark corner I walk to. I have no idea who she is or what she wants. She's just scaring the shit out of me. I tried to attack her with a pole but she just fades out.

Constantly fading in and out scaring me from all corners. I woke up... I don't even know if I was REALLY awake. I realized this was the first time something scared me out of my dreams. It was too freaky to think of it. I went back to sleep not wanting to stay awake in fear. She was there again. The dream continues. She laughs. Knowing I can't do anything. My sisters somehow manifested in my dreams. Scared and couldn't do anything (for some reason in my dreams, I thought my sisters have the ability to see the paranormal). I asked them if they see anything. They didn't. Somehow my dad came and stabbed the girl with a knife to the back of her head while she was invisible. She reappeared. I took the knife from my dad and stabbed her in the chest/stomach. Ending the nightmare...

What caused this dream? Halloween I'm guessing... and me remembering how I was fearless in the Haunted Forest the last time I went...

Expression of thoughts

It seems that recently I've been expressing my thoughts without much peer pressure...

For years I've been trying to express my thoughts but I have been very uptight.

Well... this could be a good thing or a bad thing... only time will tell... I'll see how it goes.

There will be no emo shit this weekend (to the OC)

To OC,

there will be no emo shit this weekend because Liverpool won (at last!) with every goal in the game scored by a Liverpool player~

Me & Dexter (Morgan)

I find it awfully scary at the (coincidental) similarities in personality of me and Dexter...

Pretending to fit in? Lying to fit in? Having no feelings (not that much)...

The way he sees society as a whole... damn....

No. I don't kill... I'm definitely much kinder than him... I hold grudges instead.

Edit : Just woke up from a weird dream. I dreamt that I was Dexter and helping my lil sis hook up with some dude but I wasn't being supportive all the way =.=

And a dream before that where I was in a FPS and everyone was trying to kill me... I kept running out of bullets/dying and restarting the level. Bullets, knifes, spears etc somehow kept piercing through my senseless body...

Supportive/Destructive

I can't remember if I've written about this here before or not but I'll do it again regardless...

I confess, I'm bad at supporting other people for their causes. Even with my sister about to enter a competition, I wouldn't know what to say or do to help her/ cheer her up if she loses. It's usually the cliché response depending on how she end up in the competition.

If she did well, it's "Congratulations"

If she almost got 1st place it's "Try again next time"

If she did badly, "Too bad, try again next time"

Nothing else. Just a few words. I've always been very careful with my words. Most of the time opting to say nothing at all (before I came to the states) because I wouldn't want to offend or put too much pressure.

But for me, I would love the attention, I wouldn't care much cause I know that even if my friends or family said something offensive, I know they didn't mean it. If it's me saying those things, I can't seem to get it off my mind.

Even now, I'm still trying to be supportive to others. Telling them not to give up. Giving them advices on how to achieve their goals. For me? I needed a push to reach my goal. Like how an eagle teaches her off-springs how to fly. I have to thank my mom for that. All the naggings and scolding I got back in Malaysia while I was in school....