朽木百哉のブォグ

Today's visitors who visited the house, which was occupied by a family which was considered rather influential in their time, had been preserved in this town which remained as a historical site.  Visitors who spotted a phantom mother carrying a baby at the top corner of the house, and a recurrence of a girl jumping to her death will be told the story. 

Set in a Wild West type of the 19th century, there was this family who had a lot of kids.  The mother who has a strong influence over her kids always had ways to deal with them whenever anyone is misbehaving.

Their house was somewhat huge; made red bricks without any plastering finishes (that was the style of houses during that time).  Having a block just for accomodation and its permeter stretches to a considerable area of vegetation which appears to be their own garden or plantation.

Whenever the eldest daughter misbehaved, the mother will order her to sleep in a basement room which was somewhat like an "isolation cell" in a detention centre as she has the tendancy of creating a nuisance whenever her mother is taking care of her youngest brother who was still very much a toddler.  Little did the mother know that this room which her daughter was made to stay in had a reason why she would always resist going in whenever she was punished.

The basemetnt of the house was reinforced with wooden beams.  A walk down to the "isolation cell" took about 5 minutes and the path is dimly lit by oil lamps that lined it loosely.   Whenever the eldest daughter had to sleep there, she had to walk there alone, sleep for a night and only allowed to return to rejoin the rest the next morning.  The nights got creepier whenever she sees a shadowed pair of legs as if someone was sitting at the edge of the platform above her room and kicking the legs in a playful manner.

On one tragic night, the daughter, who had already grown up over the years, had already got considerable fear of that scene and when she snapped, she ran all the way back to the residence block at night, up the 7th floor and jumped to her death.

That is why whenever visitors who were spooked by the jumping scene will always see other objects in place as if someone had threw it down from the building.

The next scene showed one of the villagers running out to prevent military forces from invading the village.  Fortunately, no one was hurt as the troops were attempting to move in via trucks.

I was last seen narrating the story and giving the model of the house a wipe; but as my fingers moved near the spot where the phantom mother was spotted, I could feel a gust of wind, and quickly covered the whole model in the white sheet of cloth.

Eyes opened, it was already near 10am.

Got a call from this number but I decided to hang it up as my research has found this to be a call from some outsourced call centres.

http://whocallsme.com/Phone-Number.aspx/31062039

If you do receive such weird call numbers, do not answer.

Haze seemed to be floating in the air but there has been no spells of rain last night - probably in the early hours of the morning.

It's the 37th day of being a mercenary.  It certainly isn't as cushy as working for someone; and it certainly stretches the mind of a person to achieve things that cannot be attained while sticking to a set of rules and doing 'fixed' things.  Not meant to belittle anyone but it's a constant reminder to stay positive and keep going.

Another chance to move out today and see the people moving outside after endless hours of "chamberworks" in my very homely battlestation.  It can get too comfy at times so sometimes it's good to move out and get some fresh air.

Had the chance to meet up with Richard at his usual hangout this evening with some catch up and post...it was fun getting to meet up with him while learning some cool tricks on the self-taught photoshop.

Let's hope there's another chance to meet soon while I continue my routine clearout.

Nights had been filled with adventures as I constantly see myself in places, sometimes familiar places when I close my eyes and slip into slumber.  As much as the lostlessness in sleep, I always try to make myself enter slumber via the astral travel entrance mode and it seemed effective somehow.

After a night of movies on The Hunger Games, though the show wasn't that impressive except for fancy dancy props and costumes, I saw myself set out in a jungle-like environment where I have to pit my own survival - but this is without the contestants 'tributes' and the necessity to eliminate them.

It's more like an exploration journey into the woods - one that is lush and deep as far as one's mind can imagine.  Definitely not something with human disturbance / artificialism like that of Singapore.

I should explore this place tonight in detail.

Woke up on an early schedule despite only having entered slumber near 3am.

The usual routine began after my morning rush of clearing PTCs.  More pressure needs to be applied to develop the shutter business, so much so that now I am very much on my own.  I had managed to keep myself awake till it was near dinner time before I took my rest and realised it was already after dinnertime when I woke up.  Weather indeed was getting warmer as one could even perspire with the fan directed at him shaded away from the sun.

By 9pm, I decided to call it a day and caught The Hunger Games.  Not as impressive as how catchy the poster appeared to be but I'll just keep this movie for now.

Very much time spent indoors except for the short evening run did at the tougher terrain despite - the sun had went up without much expectation and hence the run got a little challenging.

Another weekend is coming to an end and so is the beginning of another week for the mercenary.  I have to keep moving.

A scene showed us in a stranded vehicle in the middle of nowhere as we encountered viper-like humans and mutants, where the primary defense weapon were shotguns and rifles.   Their main purpose of capturing women was to breed their own race and relied on looting to make their living.  It was somewhat like Hills Have Eyes.  The battle was gruesome and tough as we used the most gruesome method to kill them; fortunately they were unable to get any of us.

Next scene showed our reinforcement which uses a whip, stringing them up and with one flick, the mutants are turned to dust.  The close attack which I lured one of the vipers to the back of our "base" (ie stranded vehicle) gave me the opportunity to blow the head off in one good shot with a MR-153 shotgun.


The next scene showed me at a truck-stall where dearie and I visited a hawker selling frozen sushi; he took out a salmon and struggled a little as he sliced off on section we wanted with his chopper; while doing so, he explained to us a little how to select a good grade of salmon; some of them had saw-like teeth and the front of the jaws were protruded like that of a crocodile / alligator.  Some were even short and stubby in body shape like a banana which measured about 50cm long.

The last scene showed a field display of body parts being hung up and as I was talking to a "native" cannibal and the setup was like some display for ministerial visit; the cannibal told me that these are edible but I told him that it's displayed for the sake of displaying - I could dress up as a cannibal but will eat fruits later rather than eating these "leftovers".  As he started to hang those parts up, I walked out of the area and saw several of such displays.

I saw myself at this place which looks like an overview of Italy and I was talking to Kate (Evangeline Lily) about how fun it will be if we can be jettisoned across the country and see things in a different manner via some interesting device that will send us spinning.  Imagine mounting a GoPro and the video results will definitely be interesting!

Next scene shows us doing some rigging work which was somewhat like one of the scenes in the TV serial, Lost, and I was chatting with here and there's this other guy who was also there.  From our conversation, it was quite clear that she has it on me and it certainly heightens the feeling of "working closely on survivorship".

At a casual conversation, I asked if she wanted some tips to stay slim and gave her some fresh bananas; and told her briefly that these goes for 70 cents a piece at one of those booths at the bus interchange back home (we certainly were away from home for awhile).  Soon, we managed to rig up a rope made up of lots of wires we needed to lower ourselves from this mountainous area to a lower ground.  Hurley (Jorge Garcia) was also there to lend a hand while this place we stood now appears to be a rooftop with only the windows to the attic to be seen.

The plan had now somewhat changed to mountain climbing as Hurley, Kate and I discussed about the easiest way to get from Singapore to one of the mountains and then back home.  Hurley suggested we could drive up and then we do the climbing, and then drive back, but our discussion came to an agreement that we can take a flight go the nearest town and then back home as everyone could be quite worn out and too tired to drive after the climb.

Eyes opened; it's 8:10am .

One of the days where I head out on some exploration but for the moment, things shall be kept covert till are in place.

The slumber hours can sometime work in pendulum order so I have to swing it proper to accordance to my schedule, especially if I have something on in the morning.

Though it can be amazingly warm outside, indoors is cooler but once the night comes, every jet of wind from the fan seemed to be radiating heat from the sunlight...I hope this is just a seasonal part of the year; though I have high tolerance for heat, it can be quite disturbing when you have too many "friends" coming into to feed off you "in the heat of the summer".

Today marks the end of the first 30 days of "mercenaryship" - the game of play is certainly very different as compared to that of an employee.

Looks like there's a missed run this week but I should be able to catch up by the next week as it had been pretty hectic lately.  The entrace to slumber might once again be in challenge.

I was loaded into this program which a professor made a defensive, smart battle suit for modern warfare and I was given the honor to test it.

In this scenario, I was given a mission to neutralise and eliminate the enemy forces with tact and stealth; something that resembled Metal Gear Solid's style of combat.  The smart battle suit has a different array of weaponary, such as traquilizing darts, small light attack weapons as well as pyrotechnics.

Moving through a small array of corridors, I fired an autocannon-like projectile that could bounce off walls like the Gemini laser in Megaman 3 as one of the quarry had spotted me and since had engaged in noise-disciplined combat that involved dodging between walls, hiding behind pillars and the sort.

When we moved towards the room at the U-shaped corridor, a few more of his accomplices could be seen coming through the main door and some had been hit by my "gemini-autocannon" which I fired from a forecasted trajectory.  Intel has informed me of the incoming earlier and I had moved into a room which resembled the kitchen.  After checking the other rooms, which appeared to be storerooms where chambermaids get their supplies for replenishin guest rooms, this was the best place for combat.

The quarry who had been following trailed me into this room and the real combat began.  I tugged him from left to right, lodging my knee into his stomach just like how Tony Jaa fought, and threw him hard on the ground.  He tried fighting back but my combat skills being sharpened, continued whallopping him hard with a series of elbow and knee attacks till he was quite "well done"

It certainly felt good but that was only where I realised this was not reality.  I opened my eyes and saw it was already 7:40am; more than an hour away from my scheduled awakening time.

Got this call after I rejected their first attempt to call me at an earlier number.  The rule of thumb is not answer these overseas calls.

I had just written back to Magi Communications, highlighting their irresponsibility in responding to the severity of my feedback.  Timeliness, ethic and repsonsibility were the burning issues which I had raised to them this time.

IPDC has also been informed who has finally responded after numerous emails sent to IDA (who obviously didn't respond timely) so I had not choice but to write to this branch of the local authorities.  I've left the case with them to see if they wish to educate the Magi Communications on this matter.

Got a call from this number which I derived is a number from China.  Who might this be since I don't know anyone there?