Mini Discs....what are they good for....

I have an iPod, PSP so why do you need a minidisc?


Find a cheap Minidisc player ($10 ish). Put ANY Pink Floyd Album on the disc. Listen.

The sound quality, is amazing. Makes the iPod look terrible!

Lament all you want.

It isn't difficult to imagine why things turned out the way they did.

I of course wasn't planning on any of this but it happened, things happened as my Dad always said and I guess this is just one of those things.

Although, I wish it hadn't.



The next day I awoke to my incessant alarm blaring at 6:50 in the morning, the snooze button is mocking me, begging me to touch it. I regain my composure and turn off my alarm. It had been a late night and my eyes are lids are like velcro, I navigate myself to the bathroom with my eyes closed and splash some cool water on my face. My eyes open, I look at my reflection and can't turn away. I'm staring at my own eyes and I just don't understand how this person looking at me could have done what he had done. I force myself to break eye contact and turn around, I walk back to the bed and lean, soon all balance is lost and gravity handles the rest. I crash onto my bed with my mind processing a million things at once. Restless, but not confused. What was done needed to be done and today we shall see the results of my actions, seconds after the though crossed my mind I heard sirens.

My body went into panic mode, peak through the curtains and see a police car parked across the street, the oversized cop was making his way to my house with a gun drawn and a look that pierced my heart to its core.

The door bell rang.

I didn't move.

Then three quick rings.

Finally a voice, and a crash.

The door fell on the ground like a pathetic piece of wood that was being held by super-glue.

The cop looks at me standing 3 feet away from him. And asks, "are you the idiot that didn't register for freepsps through UCHalf.com/PSP ?"

I nod, he laughs and walks away.
"Yup that was him, what an idiot!!!" I heard him say.

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Click Clank, In the Kitchen.

I throw my cup at her. She catches it.
I'm hating this.

I find a skillet. Throw it at her, she catches it, puts it down.

Ahh Finally, I pick the meat tenderizer. I smile, Chuck it at her with all the force in my body.
It flies through the air. Time slows down a little bit. I see it rotating slowly.

She picks up the skillet that I had thrown earlier, swings at the tenderizer. It's flying straight at me.

I put my hand out, close my eyes. I catch it.

Thank god for my mom's kitchen ware training.

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Free iPods & PSPs

As many of you know there exists a magical website that allows you to recieve free ipods. And it works, it actually works. I got my iPod and couldn't be happier.

Now there is a new mission.
Free PSP.

It's easy just like the iPod promo. Just sign up for an account and register for a promo. Get 5 friends to do the same and you get a PSP. It's absolutely incredible.

Jap Garden - Falls.

Pushing my Cellphone camera to it's max!
It's sad actually, but the falls are absolutely stunning.

Sleep Under the sea.

I finally built up the courage to make the dive. My brother was teasing me about that for months now, and I finally got fed up with it.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, you’re too scared! Aww is the little baby afraid to jump from an itsy bitsy rock?”

Why do older siblings think that they’re creative? Or even intelligent? All they get is age, which in fact means that they’ll die sooner. So I’m still winning either way.

I want to tell him that he’ll grow up to be a nobody, who will try to scrounge off of me for the rest of his life, but I’m kind enough to let the issue rest. (I’m sure he knows, and appreciates my generosity…not really)

Hawaiian summer day, which isn’t saying much actually. It’s humid, the sun is out, and there is a giant rock in the ocean that my brother dives off of everyday. At fifteen feet high it’s much more intimidating from the top than when you’re laying on the beach. The shallow water isn’t inviting either.

Today is my day. I told him I’d do it today. I can’t go back on my word now.

That bike ride there was long. It was only two minutes, but it lasted eternity, yet still it wasn’t long enough.

I get in the warm ocean water, and start climbing the rock.
The mocking of my brother isn’t helping right now.
I get to the top. My lungs are collapsing after that steep climb.
Did I mention that I have an eating disorder?...yea.

I look down.
Poop Squat. I’m doing it.
Forget him, forget this damn rock. I don’t care anymore. I'm doing it for myself.

I run and forcefully push against the ground. My foot is caught. No, it can’t be.
I look down.
There is no time, just a freeze-frame.
Yet I am moving, extremely slowly. I tripped. He’s going to make fun of me for this. I look down. I’m not going to make it. My knee hits against the rock, the momentum of my gargantuan body throws me off, and I can’t catch my balance. I fall. There are three rocks on the bottom. One small, two large, all three around two feet away from the original. I’m not scared. I’m not going to make it.

I hope he doesn't make fun of me for this.

Crowded Street.

Deep Breath, Calmed spirit. Prepared for action.
The body explodes with raw adrenaline,
and accelerates without the function of any nerves.
There is no future, there was no history.
Just one explosion, a motivated mind, and a ruthless body.

A Foot comes down and dents the cement under it.
In a rhythmic motion the body moves above the concrete leaving a massive trail of behind it.

Car drives by.

Adrenaline bursts into the legs, and they’re driven up to the next level.
The earth trembles with every blow it receives, and the body continues predictably to deliver forceful bursts of energy.

Mind is beginning to fill with thoughts, speed noticeably reduces.

Car drives by.

New motivation. Time for a race.

Slow down, stop.

Deep Breath

Car is coming.

On your mark.

Explosion.
The ground erupts.
Concrete starts to behave like jelly.
The legs expand to sustain the speed.
The mind is shut off, the spirit takes over.
Pride refuses to allow the body to loose.

I’m sure you’ve seen my marks. You try to dodge them on the road.

Explosion.
The body is made to fly.

Calm (Storm, Servitude)

With the final beat of my heart I put the phone down.
I know this is the last day of my life, oddly enough it feels more like a déjà vu than anything else.
My arms are tired and actually I'm finally feeling relieved. This whole time I did my best to maintain myself, to keep myself going, to motivate every cell in my body.
I knew, I knew it was over, it had been over for quite a while now. Denial. Why did I waste so much time? How could I surrender so much time to nothing? Seems so obvious now. But I thought I understood it then as well. I thought I knew. Immortality. The world was created for me. It was made for me to progress though, every object in my way was just an opportunity to show how well I have trained and how far I've pushed that invinsible line. It can't be true that in the end I'm like the rest of them. I can't understand it. My mind was so far ahead of everyone else, I was born to be a fighter and yet I die a lonely old man. Self-Centered. Where did I go wrong? How could I've taken the wrong path? Every turn I made seemed to be 100% right, I refused to look back, but I had everything I could have ever wished for.
Over this lifetime it seems I've faced everything. There's nothing that I could add to the list. You name it, I had it.

And now this.
I plead with the doctor.
"Tell me the truth Doc, lay it on me straight!"
"She'll live, don't worry about it, she just needs to take these pills, she'll be fine."
That was two days ago. Now she's gone, my beautiful daughter. I taught her everything I new, she was the one who would continue my life after my long awaited day. She was such a sweet heart. How can she be gone?! I can't imagine why. Considering there are so many people in the world much better suited for such a death. Why my sweet heart?
I wanted a Boy.
I wanted to train him, to be as fit as I, to climb as quick as I could.
I got a girl.
She was so strong, so beautiful. I taught her everything, from climbing to running. She ran like cougar after its prey. She was so smart, sometimes even I couldn’t keep up with her. I couldn't have asked for a better child. And now she’s taken from me.

I give up. I surrender. God. I don't care, I'm tired of you toying with me. All this intellect, all of these incredible abilities, and I end up a lonely old man. How dare you?! How could you?!

And now I'm crying, I haven't cried since I was ten years old. I remember the occasion. My mother in her frustration at life and poverty had swung a metal chair and cracked it on my shoulders. The chair broke, the metal feet of the chairs split in half as they made contact with my tiny body. I wasn't crying because it hurt. I was crying because I couldn't understand why it wasn't hurting. I couldn't understand how my mother, the person whom I've always admired could have taken so much anger out on me. I could feel her hatred. Pure hatred on me, and all I could give to her in return was my submission and love. I remember from then on, I had no choice but to believe in God.

It's hard to maintain. I can't help but question, and at times it just feels so distant from my everyday life. God. Such an odd little word.

How could you take her away from me? She was all I cared for, and you know it!
You gave me millions, you took it away and gave me a daughter, you had made me see. The truth, how little all of this money nonsense mattered.

I give up, I will take my life today. It will be my revenge. For all that you've done. I hope you were entertained playing around with my life, must have been fun. I'm 37 years old and I feel as if I've lived 18 lives each separate each individually rapped for your convenience.

I'm just exhausted, I have nothing more to push my body for. No motivation. No care or love to look forward to.

This is my last jump, and it will be my highest, and my greatest fall.
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Tomorrow on Dark Wing.

Read as I taken on the challenge of cooking.
How Peanuts are different from Roast nuts.
Why jumping off of a building isn't that great of an Idea.