07.18.07

So, the last few days, I've been waking up in the night and early in the mornings after going through weird nightmares. Here follows my notes of such. I may expand on them sometime in the near future, but for now, I'm just hoping there aren't any more to come.

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(07.17.07)
I just woke up from what can be described as the creepiest, most realistically disturbing dream I've had in a really long time. I'm going to write notes for the time being, as it is six in the morning, and I have to go to work.

- Opening sequence something like people, dressed in business attire, running away from giant grinding cylinder; one guy looks like the actor playing Daniel on SG:1; all of them fall in a pit, darkness
- Moon Myun Sun - leader of a terrorist cult
- Set fire to my house repeatedly from outside near electrical sockets to look as if the wiring was malfunctioning
- Headed by regional cell leaders, three that I saw
- Used friend's name to get in touch with me
- Tried to get into my house, looked like the old house on Momi Way with the interior of the room at my grandparents' house
- Tried to physically hurt me, my loved ones and my friends
*My mom mentioned something about two Japanese girls coming to the house who seemed to be working under some sunshiney cult group that's been around a long time, but I'm not sure how it related completely

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Second nightmare in two days. Notes follow, the rest will come later.

(07.18.07)
- Trapped in a convenience store-type place
- Me and an older guy, non-white, but not sure of the rest
- Surrounded by bandaged=up forms outside, look like giant, nasty, bloody, bandage-wrapped dead twinkies
- Two guys on the other side thrust knives in through window cracks, I manage to steal one, but don't really have an opportunity to use it
- Outside of store, world is gray, city-like, dreamlike
- Announcer in my dream talking about "And, only with your fingers!"

Again, I wake up shaking, confused, short of breath and ready to bolt. I have a theory, but my theories are either supported by someone else's, or complete bunk. I think it's a combination of stress and worry.

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Addendum to 07.12.07

This post was directly inspired by one of my closest friends at HPU

Recently, I had the chance to watch a new blog be born into the world with a rather impressive, slightly professional first post. It got me thinking: "What have I really done with my blog but put in little blurbs?"

Not much, I tell you.

I aim to change that by writing out my feelings, my opinions and my heartfelt appeals in slightly less emo methodologies.

Today, let's talk about something that's been on my mind a great deal recently. No, I'm not talking about missing the love of my life, although I figured I had to work that in here somewhere, I'm talking about my honest attempt in committing to becoming healthier by going back to a regimen of weekly exercise and making changes in my diet. In doing so, I feel I'm taking steps towards making the most of the time I have by getting my body healthy and getting the blood flowing.

I try to run three times a week, and thankfully, I have a running partner who lives close enough to downtown that I bus over to his place, drop off my stuff, change, and then head to Ala Moana Park. The usual time frame for a run is around twenty to twenty-five minutes, but I've been managing to make it around 20 lately. I'm pretty happy with my abilities thus far, considering I could never run well in high school. While I am not at my lightest, I do think I am more fit than I had originally thought myself.

The downside is such that, because I now work full-time, I can't get out of work much earlier than five in the evening, which means I run late and get home later. I tend to get tired pretty easily, too. I barely make it home with enough energy to eat, shower and talk before I crash. It is to be expected until my body gets in the habit, but even now, I'm trying to find some low impact stuff to tone. Squats and lunges seem to my best bet outside of the running, since I want to work those areas into tone-ness.

Back in the day, I never gave my PE teachers their due for pushing me to exercise and be healthy. I really took the lunches at 'Akahi for granted, too, with their lowered fat content and higher-than-normal nutritional value. I also loved having skim milk for free. It really was a high point in my overall health and fitness. In fact, it was a high point in my life in general. I was confident in myself, happy with my world and had only homework and Speech about which to think. It comes to me now that I was, and still am, to many degrees, a very care-free, easygoing fellow. I haven't had to deal with half of the things that most people do in their early years. I consider myself blessed to have not gone through some things, but I wonder if I'll ever get to know the rest of normalcy.

Anyway, fitness.

I feel that, if I stick with it and keep up my activity levels now and during school, I will be able to effect major changes. I'll be losing weight, toning up and using the excess energy that often plagues me at night. True, it will be difficult to throw working out into the everyday schedule, but if I can prioritize my time and make the best of it, I will keep to it. Running before school may be an option, because running after will just be too late. We'll have to see.

In the meantime, I still feel like a fatty, but I know why. These jeans I have on right now are just way too baggy. My mom was right about me needing to get clothes that actually look good on me. Now, I feel confident enough to wear things a little less baggy and more fitting, because I know I'm going to keep moving forward in my habits.

Next time on Something Native: Daniel gets banned from Senate hearings in Zambia, mixing volcanoes and tornadoes, and more tales of interest! Tune in, same time, same hypertext transfer protocol!

07.12.07

Movies tonight. Thank God for the dollar theatres at Restaurant Row.

I'm poor because I haven't gotten paid yet, and I need to get my money from those other guys who still owe me. They aren't wankers, but they're not far from being given the title "honorary moocher representative at large."

Heh. The day, she begins with a bang and ends with a whimper, non?