朽木百哉のブォグ

What an ear-shrilling afternoon. All were called in for a meeting but what I see now is myself being 'target practice' for King and Queen to unload their rounds at me infront of others.

I have done my part but there had constantly been an avenue of refusal to listen, except for laying their own 'rules' to do things the way they think is right. There are always several ways to do one thing; of which, this matter had been something we have been working very hard on during their absence.

Seems like old (but lopsided) saying goes: when one does well, words of praise fill the room - 5 minutes of fame. But when one does wrong, it echos 'through the ages'...

I had better get my ear checked some day.

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I had been looking forward to this lunch hour where I can seek some mental recovery, however, before I could step out for lunch, I have already sensed the upcoming storm from Queen.

Looks like a torrential afternoon lies ahead.

This had been the ongoing matter that I had learnt from resources around me, that the most capable people who had came by this place had left on bad blood grounds with both King and Queen. There had been numerous incidents that she had a good dressing down by these capable people on their last day. But did she ever learn?

One of them during his time here, was assigned to manage leave matters also had this duty 'revoked' as they don't seem to trust his judgement. Now, some news seem to float by her ears about his visit to us during their absence and she had hinted a 'ban'.

I can foresee that the journey here wouldn't be a smooth voyage till the time that comes for me to be 'unplugged'. If dearie's ex environment was terrible, I can't put a word to describe this place.

Queenstorm begins in 10mins, or rightfully 20 where I deserve my hour's break.

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Finally the Saturday's coming - a public holiday which many devotees wil be swarming the temples to offer their prayers on Vesak Day.

Some of my friends who are locals will be heading back to their country for this occasion. Looks like the streets will most likely be quieter in the morning.

It took me awhile to enter slumber last night as I have been charged up after that run, which I would deem as a 'warm-up'. However, I needed that fix to make sure that I'm on schedule.

3 full weeks ahead to meet the end of the month as 2 PHs in a week constitutes to 'vacation droughts' till the next PH; which will be a few more multiples of weeks ahead.

The break from battlebox will be over soon; so it's time to get back and finish up the last 3.5hrs before meeting dearie. Hopefully, no more mobile disturbance this evening after I leave battlebox.

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I have unknowing slipped into slumber soon after production works the night before. The morning was greeted by the familiar sonar alert set on my phone at 630am.

Gone are the days when one would wake up to the sound of an alarm clock since our phones had gotten smarter with a built-in alarm where the user can even set a schedule to ring on certain days in a week.

The morning was rather sunny and as expected, a rain would occur in the afternoon. Seems like this monsoon will go on for awhile till we arrive at a hotter season of the year.

As usual, my mind had been placed with what I really enjoyed doing than what goes on in battlebox. Queen must have ranted to King about my speedy action that I had been called in this morning for some 'guidance'. Seems like there's a vast difference in the way I operate, though effective, against their style.

I can't help thinking ahead about the 3 more months and my long leave will commence. However, there's still no concrete confirmation to date, which I see no reason for any declination to let me take a week off.

It's a little pointless to think about it for now.

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I saw myself visiting this ancient town in Japan where most of the villagers are tradesmen themselves. It all ranged from cobblers, keymakers or blacksmiths.

This time, another venture or outing with one of the SIGs, and I saw familir faces like Ting Guan and Dennis whom I know personally.

We walked through towns, villages and capturing most of those tradesmen while at work. There were a couple of temples / shrines we had seen and visited. However, at these 2 shrines we had visited, the unusual occured.

In the courtyard of the first shrine; finished in blue walls and bare concrete, we could see a few servants dressed in traditional kimonos and moving around with their errands. Most of them were friendly; but at a certain time of the day, a particular one of them would turn into someone who looks ghostly, along with a stalking behaviour while we move around the place. After awhile, this spell would be gone and she would return to normal behaviour and appearance just like anyone else. Now it seems that this person is one of the members in our group.

It certainly was a disturbing sight.

Weather had now turned rainy and we all sought refuge at another shelter. That was when our group had the chance to have a small chat and I shared with them about this ghostly lady who seemed to be a member of our group. I told them to keep it among ourselves and not to alert the other participants whom we had brought along with us for this trip.

The next visit was to another shrine and this village is mostly comprised of houses made with some straw-like material, which gave the whole place a golden-yellow aura at dusk and sunset.

We had moved into one of the houses; villager ladies were dressed in dark blue kimono (a little rougher materialed) where there were some tribal ritual ongoing and as guests, we were invited to sit in.

Once again, at a certain time, one of the female members had transformed into the ghostly person we saw earlier. We all had to move out and take cover as the scenario looked hostile this time.

Dennis had already filmed down the whole scenario on his 5DMKII as it has a FPS which was equivalent to that of a full-fledged video camera. We are all safe for now while hiding in cover, so when we get back, we ought to publish a video production of the place and its occult occurrences.

A endless beep of the a sonar beep. 630am.

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