朽木百哉のブォグ

Entering a digital realm, I saw myself in a place lined with lightings, industrial style in a clean manner and it was just I had stepped into some giant circuitboard.

My attire wasn't like that of Tron's movie character, but more sophisticated with terminal points, polarities and plates of tough, yet light armour.

I quickly entered a close range meelee with a character looking like Clu, this time, without the identity disc which also doubles as a weapon in the movie. Just pure martial arts with a combination of brawling.

At the point where the opponent's HP is low, the plate near his left collar bone will illuminate orange with continuous blink, where upon impact, will complete the match.

I had hit twice in succession on my opponent's 'weak point' and was able to exit the match.

Into another realm, I was in a place with many escalators; surrounding me were scenes of shopping malls and people walking by. Familiar faces were seen but all these were in a transparent aura where things appeared more like a film to me. Only the escalators were real.

Another place was in a Metaltech-floored place where I had taken out my camera linked to so complex gadgets that hung high into the ceiling. A thick cable was also connected to the hotshoe and I could suspend it from the ceiling. Before the camera was taken out, I saw Charlie See, dearie's brother's friend, who came closer to watch me assemble it.

Even the lens are more advanced looking - turbines, engines, hydraulics could be seen moving in them.

I also saw people like Kevin, Ruisheng and Yide whom I was trying a wide angle shot of them while looking through the electronic viewfinder. The speciality about this lens is that it can go very wide, considering all the complexity within.

I was alerted by a group of excolleages, including Gowrie, that it's time to attend the company function. Location? Just up the 7th floor.

The theme was something that looked Peranakan as all of them were in their traditional attire.

Bright lights and cool wind. 7am.
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Another hot day and I'm just not in the right attire to start perspiring. Fortunately, half the day had gone by so I just need to endure for a few more hours to Home Run.

With that deep sleep last night, I have far more energy to last throughout the rest of the day, but would prefer to use them wisely for what I can do in my main scope of interest and passion.

That dream I had about being powered by industrial cell was something baffling; at times, I think how much voltage do I carry in my level of energy, that makes me far more 'awake' than many others around me?

Maybe it's God's blessing to give me that energy level to go far, so I can accomplish more things within a 24hr window each day.

2 more days and the weekend will be here.

I've been catching up with many of my friends lately; something that had not been so accomplishable if not for the availability of social networking sites...especially for those who are not based locally.

The window for the break will be over in 15mins, so this is a good time for me to do some 'thoughts deposit' before going back to the firing zone.

Looking forward to my vacation with dearie in 2 weeks' time!

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As I climbed down the stairs which carried the aura of those prison cells, I came across a few characters who resembled that from FFXIII.

Along with them, I went down and reached the ground level of this installation where there were 2 choppers waiting for us to take off. I boarded the first and while the second was waiting for the other team, a red, fuel-like liquid started sweeping across the ground, and the remaining team who could not make it to the chopper were eroded from the feet upon contact. This liquid has real corrosive effect.

Many were killed along with the 'corrosive tidal wave'. As it got worst, I signalled the pilot that we have to take off to prevent further casualties.

While taking off, I somewhat lost balance and backpack contacted a little of the corrosive wave, while I was hanging on to the legs of the chopper. Quickly enough, the pilot maneuvered such that all of us were clear off the deadly effects of this wave. In my backpack were my photographic gear, which were all the possessions that I own, all in an tactical-ops styled bag.

As we got on higher altitude, all I could see was a sea of red, while the remaining installations and lifeforce were consumed in it. A close shave indeed.

Next scene showed me walking into a building, metalled style, and very much like those in FFVII Advent Children's Sector 7. A person whom was like a brother in this saga, told me that he doesn't have much time as it was in a prelude stage of some natural disaster. When the wind broke out, it threw him so hard that he had to talk to me while clinging on to the metal grill gates (resembling my home's entrance), while his voice suddenly dropped to a slurred tone.

That was explained as his vocal audio box cells running low on power. With the wind blowing hard, part of his skin ripped off and I could see some mechanical parts underneath, that revealed he was actually a cyborg.

Next scene showed his 'father', coming to help him up as the wind had died down, oblivious to his actual exoskeleton setup.

Back to chopper scene. We had landed in an armament base where we needed to have some decent armor on our vehicle. Laying around were many savaged tank turrent assemblies, and I managed to find something that gives us that additional protection we need. This base is called SOA, which was in a remote area.

The final scene showed me packing up with the basic necessities and leaving home. I was telling my mum to tell dearie that I'll be going somewhere, and won't be back. Sister could be heard weeping in her room as my mum told me that 'guess you guys are not fated to be together'. My life was coming to an end as my cells are weaning off it's last bit of energy; thus I'm going somewhere to 'settle down' as the cell power is fully depleted, and not wanting dearie to see me in that state. At that point, my mum only knows that I have to go away on grounds of relocation of work.

In the small box shaped like the Obelisk of Light in C&C I carried off, there were just a couple of things; 2 engine-like bulks which contained some important technology for raising the next generation of...Cyber Sapiens.

My brother in arms helped me along as I make my last walk off this home.

At that point in time, I had thought through about why things have to be coming to an end so soon? I had wanted to live on to see more of the world ahead.
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A day after my 32th marker.

Extremely blazing weather outside...fortunately, there's some breeze outdoors and being able to cool down in the airconditioned mall before moving back to the firing zone later.

This is the best time for me to rest my mind while gathering the next bundle of energy for the next round later. Will there be a phase of 'resistance' to fight later?

Fortunately, Singapore's a peaceful place so many are spared of the agony of war faced in many war-torn countries where physical survival is an everyday issue.

Well, time's up...next battle!
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Oh well, the day had came and a +1 to my age. Life continues as I am still on duty in mainstream.

The sun appeared warm at a comfortable level, which is just right, instead of the usual meltdown temperature.

The weekend had been swiftly over with family events yesterday. Oh man, just wish that the weekend could be longer.

On an F1 grade bus and with consideration of the detour, it had better be that I had set off earlier so as to give me buffer for more time before stepping into the battlebunker later.

Time for a little mindrest.
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Another break for me to avoid the 'crossfire' while expending the rest of lunchbreak...since I departed from 'battlestation' later, I'll returned as per entitled timing.

Another go for my IPPT tomorrow morning as I missed that 2.4km run by just 1/2 a minute. Once that is clear, I'll be undistrupted before I commence the 'military vacation' at the end of the month.

In a few days' time, I would be stepping into the next band of my life. Just a year's difference and I had already undergone many challenges, such as building up my port - whom I really am and should be, as well as keeping my day hours gainfully occupied.

The final challenge to wrap up this week will be tomorrow.
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This time I see myself in a minibus; scene was like those Hong Kong movie where triads move in vehicles and joining fights. One of the members in the cohord appeared fighting fit like Donnie Yen, and we took a ride down the street in a plain minibus.

Next scene showed us fleeing through a MSCP in avoidance of a rival gang; one of the members in my team had the resemblance of Lydia Sum; only smaller and younger version. She was trying to turn off all lights in the vicinity to avoid visual contact while she was a few pillars away from me. I had given her the sign to shut them off as I run along so as to have visibility ahead of me.

As I ran, the lights are shut in sequence juz metres behind me, row by row.

Donnie had appeared friendly off the scene where we fled; it seemed he was like an undercover professional but all of us had the same, righteous mind as we did not have alliance to any of these triad clans.
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