An update

Just the other day I thought, my blog?  I still have it, I still have the password, I can still update it!  Yay!

Well, after my exercise regime that I did continue for the full six weeks, the six pack of abdominal muscle I was trying to achieve was leaving much to be desired, around my stomach area.  I'm proud that I put in all the effort and every time I made sure I went that bit further to try and make up the result of which was supposed to be a washboard set of abs, I didn't slack off.  Well, it didn't exactly happen I think.  I wake up in the morning, on an empty stomach and my stomach is flat.  However I do have more fat or flab around that area than usual.  In other words, I have a little extra padding than other men.  I don't know why this is exactly, but it could be because of some birth defect I have inherited, something like that.  2012 is almost over, and I turn twenty seven tomorrow, but my point is is that 2012 will be known as the year I lost thirty kilograms of weight and have managed to keep it off since I stopped the diet (but have since a month ago moved to the Biggest Loser diet) and went back to somewhat normal food.  It was extremely painful and miserable, a lot of pirated porn (a lot of time spent in front of a desktop computer), many orgasms to go with it (about two hundred) and nice wintery sunny days that I spent on my patio trying to relax between eats.  I found without a structure and how naturally disciplined I am with one, I couldn't go back to normal food period.  If I did, the weight would just pile on.  I have learnt a lot from Tony Ferguson and I have yet to sincerely thank him for his guidance in my successful journey of weight loss.

Since five weeks ago, I have put myself back on a meal replacement diet, the Biggest Loser diet from also Australia.  The first week, I dropped right down to fifty two kilograms just like that.  But since then I have slowly increased and my weigh in today was exactly the same as last week, can you believe it?  This diet also puts the subject into what is called ketosis.  A state that with the deprivation of food, allows fat to burn because you are putting more out than putting in.  Water is vital and you must drink two liters a day.

My goal was to get right down to about forty nine or fifty kilograms.  But the Tony Ferguson representatives would not allow me as they were concerned, even gravely, for my health.

So other than that, since the exercise stopped, I have been shopping, I bought a new car, been having sex with more Asian prostitutes, drinking, smoking... all by myself.  I thought I would mainly check in to let you all know I'm still here.

By god it is hot now, we are in summer.  Thats the problem, two extremes.  Too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer.  But what are ya gonna do.

Six week journey to a six-pack of abdominal muscle...

DAY ONE, WEEK FIVE

I didn't think I had it in me.  I went to bed last night feeling really unwell but overnight I recovered quite a bit.  I did one hundred and forty press-ups, crunches and a thirty minute run set at speed eight.

DAY TWO, WEEK FIVE

My used Toyota gave me an illness, the air filter must be dirty.  I turn the air conditioning on and inhale the germs I did.  It really struck me down and I still haven't fully recovered.  Usually after illnesses like this I have a different attitude to life but I think there is still a burning desire to want to keep this up.

To add insult to injury, I hurt my right arm.  My arm still functions, but I hurt it doing press-ups and there is a nagging pain at the elbow.  Nothing too serious though and it could just heal by this time tomorrow.

More of the same... I held speed nine for ten minutes on the treadmill and thirty minutes crunches.

DAY THREE, WEEK FIVE

Thirty minute run, fifteen minutes push-ups, fifteen minutes crunches, more of the same.  I have decided to experiment with whey protein shakes to replace my meal replacement shakes for muscle build and weight management, I chose chocolate.  I tried my first one this morning and taste was leaving much to be desired, but I know that this stuff is supposed to be good for me and overall I think it is something I can get used to.  According to Wikipedia, whey protein also has anti-cancer properties but remain unfounded in human experiments.  They experimented on mice.

Onward!

DAY FOUR, WEEK FIVE

My thirty minute run was a struggle today but I completed it.  The press-ups were also a struggle, I did one hundred.  I also did my crunches.  I think my struggle was mainly because of my illness that I'm still getting over, that I caught from the air conditioning of my car, so no it does not help.  I also had sex last night too.  Either this or that or other factors such as inhaling cleaning chemicals after three hours cleaning my house late yesterday or consuming more whey protein (although this should actually give me energy instead of hinder my exercise routine in any way).  I think I'm liking this whey protein.  The taste is very dull, but I think I like the texture of the drink and also I think it fills me up well until it is time to eat again (I eat at certain times).  I did hold speed nine on my treadmill for twenty five minutes mind you and I think that is a new record.

Advance!

DAY FIVE, WEEK FIVE

To round off week five... more of the same.  One hundred and thirty press-ups being the only real difference.  I look in the mirror every day but I have yet to see any evidence of a six-pack.  Unless when I am outside I look in the ranch-slider window and can see a six-pack already there with the sun showing it up?!  But they could just be stretch marks... dunno.  I should be thin but looks in mirrors can be deceiving.  I am very light, but I still have fat around my mid-section.  According to my analog readings I am dangerously underweight and shouldn't lose any more, but I'm going to ignore that and continue to lose until I collapse on the floor one day.

I need to tone, just replacing meals with shakes and eating fruit, meat and and vegetables along with them is the easy part.  I need to burn all this excess fat off of my mid-section, my arms, my legs... I have lost a lot of weight around my face.  In my drivers license photo I was eighteen and I was blown up like a balloon.  I should have been doing what I am doing now if not at eighteen, then say five years ago at twenty one.  I will be turning twenty seven in three months just before Christmas.  I wish I was twenty one or twenty two again, so much more younger, such a smaller number, so much more desirable.

Two days of rest then start on week six next Monday.  Maybe I might do the pull-ups on a frame of monkey bars and sit-ups on a slide somewhere, somehow.

DAY ONE, WEEK SIX

I have been feeling incredibly tired this morning because of sex yesterday, I fucking hate it.  Despite this, I continue with my exercises and I have been instructed to add an extra half hour to my routine, mainly crunches, to achieve this six-pack of abs that I'm not really sure I am so far away from becoming a reality.

More of the same... except fifteen minutes basketball (shooting hoops) and thirty minutes crunches.  I also did forty minutes walking as well.  My thirty minute run was a hell of a lot more easier when hydrated.  This is something else, as well as stretching, that I highly suggest you do and the author of the Independent article from the United Kingdom failed to instruct the readers to do.  Just fucking dumb and could get someone seriously injured or killed.

DAY TWO, WEEK SIX

Same ol' same ol'.  I was incredibly busy today after my exercises pretty much all afternoon, I was so tired until I got more food into me.  Onward!

DAY THREE, WEEK SIX

No training today, way too busy.  I will be back into it tomorrow though and I could do an extra week of more of the same exercises along with pull ups on monkey bars and sit ups on a slide, somewhere.

DAY FOUR, WEEK SIX

More of the same.

DAY FIVE, WEEK SIX

More of what I did on day one of this week and the other three days, adding an extra half hour to my routine.

RESULT:

I didn't do any pull-ups on bars or situps on slides and I also didn't use this TRX exercise equipment I read about either, but I'm not entirely sure whether I have a six-pack of abdominal muscle.  I certainly don't have one when I look at my stomach just now, all I see is excess fat.  But on an empty stomach and when I look in my bathroom mirror with natural light coming down through my skylight, I can see something developing there... as in a six-pack.  I can see my abdominals showing through as a pack... or is unit a better word?  But not ripped.  I can also see my obliques and ribs.  So, not entirely sure.  I bet if I continued on with this, doing my exercises on weekends and adding ANOTHER half hour (training for two hours a day), I will surely be ripped and as I said it could take another six weeks to achieve that.  And, that's what I'm going to do.  I will continue with my exercises and drink whey protein shakes to help me with muscle build.  I sure as hell know I have a hell of a lot more energy and strength than I used to.  Vegetables, fruit, meat and water... that is what your diet should consist of.  Notice how most of that food is AS IS instead of made-up, invented, processed or manufactured food.  I just love boiled steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with dashes of salt and pepper on it, for example.  Or steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with tomato puree mixed in.  Or well cooked spinach and sweet sprouted mung beans, a new meal I have been trying.

So I think the verdict is still out as to whether you really can achieve a six-pack in six weeks.  The Independent were the messenger, as am I, and this has originally come from a mens health magazine... not sure which.

Six week journey to a six-pack of abominal muscle...

So over the weekend I partied more but avoided beer.  I instead had GINGER beer and more vodka.  Saturday night seemed such a short night to me.  The international rugby started late as it was being played in Australia then the next two or three hours just flew by after in a club watching clothed and naked girlies dance for cash.  This was nothing new, I think I was just bothered by how I was a party of one, alone, and all the much younger people (as in probably barely legal boys and girls) surrounding me who were there with me actually... they should have been all over eighteen though.  I have also been feeling strangely frightened for no particular reason and even suicidal at dusk, before I go out, when the sun is setting.  That is nothing new either however.

DAY ONE, WEEK THREE

Ten minutes stretching.  I would like to strongly emphasize how important it is to stretch.  If you stretch well, your arms and legs, for ten or fifteen minutes, you will find these exercises much more easier.  Your arms and legs will become so much more easier to move.  When I used to do tae-kwon-doe, we would stretch for twenty minutes.  When I think back, I know now how wonderful stretching was for me to enable me to do things I just wouldn't have been able to do without it.  From today, my routine has changed.  After my stretching, I perform lunge walks (see link on how to do these).  After fifteen minutes of those, I then sprint between two trees on and off and do press ups in sets of five.  When I have stopped to catch my breath back, I do more stretching instead of standing around doing nothing.  I also do all of that for fifteen minutes.  Then I come home and do a fifteen minute run then ANOTHER fifteen minutes doing crunches.  I really enjoy the crunches because I can feel that exercise working my mid-section.  After all of that, I'm done.

DAY TWO, WEEK THREE

More of the same.  I was able to sprint between the two trees for four minutes instead of the two minutes yesterday.  On the treadmill, I held speed eight for five minutes then speed nine for five minutes, I had quite a bit of energy.

DAY THREE, WEEK THREE

More of the same once again.  But I did have a pain in my right leg behind my knee while sprinting, however it just went away as I continued on.  I also experienced a condition called gyroscopic crisis... this is a side-effect to do with my anti-psychotic medication.  This was distracting and didn't allow me to perform as well as I could have without it.  Still, I completed my fifteen minutes well and was satisfied with my performance, much better than yesterday and the day before.  I also performed lunge walks, but I see little point in how doing these help me with my six-pack, but I did them anyway.  I came home and did fifteen minutes on my treadmill then fifteen minutes crunches so once again, an hour of training.  I was almost going to reach speed ten but decided against it.  I reached speed eight.

Today, I also spoke to my dietician.  She advised me to end my low carbohydrate diet soon as they do not want to be held legally liable if anything happens to me as in something that might require me to be rushed to hospital.  This is all well and good, but I'm not satisfied still with what the diet has done for me.  I still have fat, I am thin... but not completely satisfied with how I am.  I have been on this diet for almost eight months now and I wish I could stay on it longer, but the news today has made me think against it.

DAY FOUR, WEEK THREE

More of the same.  I was able to hold speed nine for OVER five minutes.  Going by this trend, I'm getting better and better.

DAY FIVE, WEEK THREE

More of the same except I felt a pain in my right leg again behind my knee and the sprinting was a struggle at first but I actually got better at it with more power as I continued and I stopped running on the treadmill at five minutes because I was getting extremely angry for no reason, so I stopped before I burst out into uncontrollable swearing.  As you would have read, I have also been feeling frightened and suicidal at times too for no particular reason.  I do not do recreational drugs such as marijuana or ecstasy and I will think a bit more about talking to someone comfortably over the phone about how I have been feeling and especially if I feel that way again.  I will not talk to mental health professionals who have the power to change or up my medication.  They can not be trusted... and that is sad.

A rest now over the next couple of days and back into it next Monday.

DAY ONE, WEEK FOUR

So what the fuck was I supposed to do to begin this week?  I tried to find another playground on Google which has monkey bars or pull up bars and a straight standard inclined slide but the best I could find was about ten kilometers away and I just wasn't up to driving there.  I could have caught a bus but I thought no.  I will continue on and if nothing changes then I might do an extra week containing those exercises.

Ten minutes stretching, one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of thirty and twenty, thirty minutes running and I held speed eight for ten minutes, then fifteen minutes doing crunches.  I could really feel my abdominals as I did them.

You know, I'm doubting now at the end of this I am going to have a washboard set of abs, maybe it will take a bit longer than just six weeks... as in twelve.  This dislocation or movement in my ribs came back but I continued on with my crunches.  Anyway, this day has been done and dusted.  I will be seeing my doctor this Wednesday for a medical certificate to possibly allow me to continue on my low-carb diet.  Then after, get more shakes, fruit, meat and vegetables... I hope.

I also completed another ten kilometers in about eighty minutes.  I was just sitting outside in the sun and then I asked myself whether I wanted to do another run and the answer was yes, so I did.  Please, hold your applause.

DAY TWO, WEEK FOUR

I was really sore from yesterday but I had a shake then got on my treadmill to attempt a thirty minute run.  But I had to stop at ten minutes because I had a huge stitch in my right abdomen so then I moved on to one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of twenty and thirty then fifteen minutes doing crunches.  I got back on my treadmill and completed the last twenty minutes, I was really really close to giving up at twenty five minutes.  My legs were aching, I had a stitch (from drinking or eating just before running), then suddenly toward the end my breathing malfunctioned and I was struggling for breath.  Still, I completed my one hour and I should be happy with that.  At this point in time, I might complete another ten kilometer run either tomorrow or Friday.  I'm thinking more probably this Friday.

DAY THREE, WEEK FOUR

Maybe I attempted another run too early.  Maybe I got too ahead of myself.  I was able to complete seven point five kilometers non-stop until I had to rest once, then I finished pretty much the remainder of my distance until I rested again.  This was incredibly hard, running at seven point five kilometers an hour, no joke.  I found this much harder than what I did on Monday on the spur of the moment.  I think maybe I should have waited for Friday.  All up I did eleven kilometers.

More of the same to finish my exercising, I must have exercised for about over two hours.

DAY FOUR, WEEK FOUR

I could be coming down with a virus, I have taken paracetamol to help me recover quickly.  Because of this reason, I suspect it is because I did complete my one hour training, but not as well as I have done before.  More of the same, what more can I say.

DAY FIVE, WEEK FOUR

No training today, too unwell.  I have been infected with a mild virus or seasonal illness and I just don't have the same strength.  This has happened at a good time though!  Because I now have two days to recover before I start on week five.

Two year anniversary of UnwashedFlyer's blog

Two years now.  Either today or in a couple of days, just marking it off.  Maybe you can go back and find out on which date I founded this blog and know that way.  I won't.

Six week journey to a six-pack of abdominal muscles

This is my personal diary to my six-pack of abs.  I began yesterday, the 6th of August, and will finish on the 17th of September 2012.  You can try this for yourself by visiting this link.  http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10768132 ....  Just follow the instructions.

IMPORTANT:  REMEMBER TO STRETCH BEFORE YOUR EXERCISES.  THIS ARTICLE, ORIGINALLY FROM THE INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER OF THE UNITED KINGDOM, AMAZINGLY FAILS TO INSTRUCT THE READER TO DO SO.  IF YOU DON'T, YOU CAN SERIOUSLY HURT YOURSELF!  THIS IS DANGEROUSLY MISLEADING!

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DAY ONE, WEEK ONE

I begin this experiment I guess, I will either succeed or fail.  I position myself down on a white woolen mat of my white living room carpeted floor and begin today with press-ups.  I manage about ten before I have to pause intermittently on and off to get back my breath but I do this for fifteen minutes and must have reached over thirty in total.  I get on my back and begin crunches, I must have done about over thirty of those too.  I made sure to throw as much as my body up as I could, I really tried to put power up in behind myself to lift myself up.  I then finish with thirty minute run on my treadmill, I complete three kilometers.

DAY TWO, WEEK ONE

My body is aching and this is strange because I certainly didn't wake up this way this morning.  These nagging aches have only come over me in my legs and arms over the last couple of hours.  I have felt much worse though, this isn't the first time.

I go through the routine again and I'm not sure as to whether I found it more difficult today than yesterday.  Anyway, it is a struggle but I think I have put in the same effort.  The run on the treadmill, I notice, is more difficult this time and maybe it is because I ate an unusually delicious steak last night for my protein intake, which worries me.  Still, I persevere and complete my thirty minutes on the treadmill then collapse over the console to get back my breath and thoughts.

DAY THREE, WEEK ONE

I start on the treadmill today and do ten minutes and just over one kilometre because I feel a nagging pain in my right leg.  Then I get on the floor and do seventy press-ups.  They all were somewhat half-pied but I'm still blown away by how well I did because of the number as I kept count.  I then get on my back and do crunches but stop at five minutes because I feel something unusually moving uncomfortably in my abdomen like a rib or something... I also noticed a vague bruise on my right leg.

DAY FOUR, WEEK ONE

I start on the treadmill again today and cut my time down to fifteen minutes from thirty.  I complete the time and distance (over a kilometer) and do well.  I found that the nagging pain in my right leg just went away as I continued my run.  I then get on the floor and do crunches, I don't keep count.  I don't keep count but I go for fifteen minutes and what seemed to me to be a dislocation in my abdomen went away as well just like the pain in my right leg and that I found quite extraordinary.  When it came to press-ups, I fail miserably.  I manage about ten.  This was certainly a far cry to the seventy press-ups I achieved yesterday, I don't really know why I achieved so little today.  I didn't think to stretch.

DAY FIVE, WEEK ONE

Disaster struck, my training has hit a brick wall.  I manage two press-ups, my arms are so weak.  I then get on my back and try crunches but this dislocation of some kind in my right abdomen is still there and worries me a little.  I stopped as I decided not to carry on and aggravate it although yesterday it just went away.  I just give up on running.

So from here I have two days to get back my strength and all the aches go away then week two will begin with me trying myself out on adventure playground equipment.  From what I have been reading, it will be not easy.

DAY ONE, WEEK TWO

The article I linked to above from the Independent shouldn't be so shallow, it could have gone into greater detail.  I feel ready to start another week and this is crunch time.  I have never done pull-ups on a bar before.  Over the weekend I drunk not one beer, but a lot of vodka and to my surprise, didn't get rolling drunk.  I hope this hasn't hindered my journey to my six pack of abs.  In one bar I visited, I could see some men with pot bellies or unusually shaped abdomens, I think that has come about from drinking.  Me?  I am quite thin now, but I still have quite a bit of abdominal fat that I have learnt could be an early warning sign for heart disease when I get older.

I arrive at the playground and all the kids should be at school, it is empty.  I thought there were pull up bars there but there aren't.  I do ten minutes of stretching.  That is, my legs, my arms and my legs again.  I wipe down the slide because it is a bit wet after we have had a wet weekend and attempt these sit ups I have been reading about.  I don't know how the reporter attached his legs to the top of the slide but I don't try that and instead hold on to these nearby bars with my arms and hands so I don't slide down the slide backward.  I think, no, this isn't going to work so I leave and come back home.

I arrive home and do fifty push-ups stopping and starting because it is hard work.  I try crunches but I still feel a dislocation in my abdomen so I think I won't push myself and aggravate it further because there is the potential there to seriously hurt myself.  I get on my expensive all flash and no substance treadmill and complete over one kilometer in fifteen minutes.

The treadmill workout was more of a struggle than usual, maybe it was because I drunk a bit too much alcohol over the weekend.  And I did drink more than ever before, actually.  I'm not completely satisfied with how I have been unable to do my crunches, I should be training for an hour, no less.

Every time I sit on the toilet I can see my abdominals and it appears there is a six-pack forming, or maybe it is just my excess abdominal fat, haha.

DAY TWO, WEEK TWO

I arrive at the adventure playground and do ten minutes of stretching.  Then I try and do crunches or sit-ups on the little narrow blue curvy slide, I can't do it.  I can't do it because the incline is too steep and I can't do it without sliding down the slide backward, I need to stay in one place at the top of the slide.

So then I remembered, the press-ups on the park bench.  I position myself up on the bench with my legs on it and the rest of myself on an incline down to the ground.  Amazingly, I found doing this more easier than doing just normal press-ups on an almost even keel.  I do fifty, stopping and starting, because I feel a pain in my lower abdomen above my pelvis that the pain was excruciating if I had of continued on and did ten more than I did each time.  I get to thirteen minutes when I look at my cellphone stopwatch and think no, I will do ten more instead of just giving up and moving on.

Someone calls out to me by calling me a faggot.  I would like him to come out here and do what I'm doing, maybe I might be impressed.  He can prove his straight superiority to me in an exercise competition instead of perhaps a fight, the hard motherfucker.  Hehe.  He is really cute by the way.  He is like a real life Japanese anime character as in Yu-Gi-Oh.  He must be a year younger than me but he still looks so young, I think I'm in love.

I get on my treadmill, I HAVE AN ABSOLUTE ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF ENERGY AND I FEEL AMAZING THROUGHOUT as I complete a record three and a half kilometres at a running pace.  I almost fall off too by taking off my hooded sweatshirt, but I just slide off the machine onto my feet.  I think the Indian Korma curry sauce I had last night mixed in with my boiled onions for my vegetable intake, twice, had something to do with it.

To finish this extraordinary day, I do dozens of powerful crunches for fifteen minutes.

DAY THREE, WEEK TWO

Today was certainly better than yesterday as I begin by stretching, then ninety press-ups stopping and starting on the park bench in sets of twenty then I take a short walk home and do thirty minutes running then crunches.  I didn't have so much energy today so maybe I might buy more of that curry sauce to help me then mix it in with my boiled onions.

I also want to buy a canoe or kayak and paddle the harbour from one end to the other then back again (I live on a coast) to exercise my arms and torso.  I also already play basketball (shooting hoops) and I have a black and yellow Everlast punching bag I might set up in my garage soon.  This might all turn to shit tomorrow though, don't ask me why.

DAY FOUR, WEEK TWO

Well.  I believed that I would fail miserably today after a bit of sexual activity last night but I did more of the same instead.  Ten minutes stretching, ninety press-ups from the park bench in sets of twenty off and on with more stretching in between, then another three and a half kilometers on my treadmill and THEN about fifty or so crunches that should really work my abs well.  I also started at seven in the morning when noone was around, not even school children, in the park.  I usually exercised at around eleven in the morning.

DAY FIVE, WEEK TWO

Another job well done from me.  Actually, even better.  I managed to get up to speed nine on my treadmill, a new record, and I held that speed for five minutes.  I think I should be thanking my stretching for how I did so well... my arms and legs, I'm quite proud of myself, and that is a sin.  Ninety press-ups and a series of crunches once again.  I almost fainted today too by the way, I was so close.  It was a bit scary but soon got over it after a minute or two laying down then just got on my way.  I felt so light headed in a room then I was walking down a corridor and I could see my vision turn to large spots of blackness, not fun.  This is the second time this has happened while being on my low-carbohydrate diet.  I have been in something called the state of ketosis for seven months now, a very long time compared to others.  Maybe tonight I might be in a state of a coma after a fight, haha!  I hope not, I will probably get my ass handed to me.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Kim Dotcom...

... and Hollywood.  So recently it came out that it was Joe Biden, the vice-president of the United States, who met with Hollywood movie executives to attempt to take down Kim Dotcom.  Dotcom would not name his source, but I bet whoever his source is, he or she is a two-faced play both sides of the game rat that shouldn't be trusted.  The thing that gets me is, I don't believe Hollywood is serious about business.  With them wanting to combat piracy by unfairly targeting Kim Dotcom and not going across the board with the deal, plus also these actions over ten years too late instead of regulating the Internet from the start, and movies that are to please the Yosemite Sam's of this world, Hollywood just can't be taken seriously.  Hollywood, New York City... anywhere where there is entertainment but particularly the movie and music industry.  You can exclude Bollywood, or can you?

Just a thought or two about this and on the eve of the Batman: Dark Knight movie premiere shooting, but I'm only now posting about it of course.

What can I say, as much as I hate Hollywood... their rumoured heavy Jewish influence by, as John Travolta apparently said, "homosexual Jewish men", I'm pleased by what has happened.  I mean, if he stormed the cinema where the movie was screening and just continuously shot at the projector screen then okay.  But he killed innocents, unfortunately.

Only in America.

Love

I have already made it known here on this blog that I have seen and engaged with prostitutes.  Two last year and about twelve more so far again this year, all Asian.  I visited my first strip club last Saturday and enjoyed my time.

I spend a lot of time sitting in front of my computer and many times I leave that then spend time outside in the sun.  Because of the sun, my eyes water but from also being in front of those flat panel monitors as well beforehand.  We live in a changed world now but for me it was really always the same, I just wasn't aware.  Well the hurt I have from doing what I have done is minor.

I know that throughout my life so far I have had a few girlfriends, but they were all fake just like those women in the sex business.  They never loved me, they just felt obligated by a religious motivation.  It isn't until one does get woken up and realise what happened as being all shit, just shit.  Love for me was never really any different at its core, that is my point.  It is funny too because I certainly didn't realise that before then (last year) and also just recently.  For five years I was abstinent, heavily medicated, and miserable.  I was being abused by the state.  I was driven to do and say anything back in 2003 for change in my life, and quickly.  I was desperate.  But it is because of the government ultimately I am in this mess.  Without their unwarranted meddling, things might be better for me.  Life is short everyone.  Well, it can be.  How can you tell someone that you are a pedophile?  You can't.  Is my life going to be normal?  At all?  No way.

Kim Dotcom

Below is a message I was going to post on the NZ Herald website, on this report that I have linked to, but now put it on this blog instead.  http://www.nzherald.co.nz/business/news/article.cfm?c_id=3&objectid=10816451 ...

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I do believe that Dotcom made a valid point on Campbell Live some months ago that YouTube and other sites get away with piracy so felt he was being picked on for perhaps in my mind some ulterior motive.

But on the other hand I do suspect that Dotcom is guilty of crimes that haven't come to light yet which are far more serious than just internet piracy such as terrorism, human trafficking, slavery, conspiracy to murder, breach of privacy both online and offline and drug offenses.  He doesn't have those flaunting plates on his luxurious cars such as MAFIA, STONED... and so on for nothing.  He has the criminal respect and he enjoys all the attention he gets from showboating, he is like John Gotti.

He is no friend of mine.

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Scare

I woke up early this morning and I was still in bed.  I had no idea what time it was and I really needed to urinate, so bad.  So I got up and did so but felt amazingly light headed and felt like I wanted to fall down throughout.  After I left the toilet I walked into a wall.  Then, I fell down (not hitting my head or hurting myself at all, I just kind of collapsed being in some control of how and where I fell) and felt like I couldn't get up again to return to my bed.  I thought at that time that I would just fall asleep on the floor, I was that tired.  I was feeling pain in my arms and legs too but my head was not in it almost completely.  While I was on the floor I gained my senses back quite a bit and then when I got enough strength, I went back to bed.

So there we all have it.  Until next time my people... VIVA LA REAGAN REVOLUTION!  LOL!

A couple of things...

So this new Blogger layout... I like it, so far.  That is to say from the log in screen to this message screen, I haven't explored it yet.  It is also interesting to note that there are changes about to happen at Wikipedia as well.  I wonder if it has anything to do with C.I.S.P.A.?  You know, the bill that passed the other day in the United States to do with the Internet.  Maybe, but I have told you my position on that and that is I could care less either way, I'm on the fence.  I find it funny that those who said S.O.P.A. and P.I.P.A. were a threat to freedom of speech are the same people who secretly want to take that, and other freedoms away.  Here in New Zealand the anti-file sharing law passed about a year or so ago now and the point of it, to try and fight file sharing or piracy, has pretty much fell flat on its ass as only about six people in this country have been prosecuted so far.  Before the bill passed, those who opposed it warned the policing of the law would be like Skynet from the Terminator movies.  They got together in downtown Auckland, in Aotea Square, and said so.  Only about fifteen of them as I recall.  For some reason, nobody else really gave a fuck.  Then later on Kim Dotcom got busted, around the same time as P.I.P.A. and S.O.P.A.... I can't remember which came before what but I know it was around the same time.

What I wanted to tell you all is that I am still alive but I do sincerely think that I might only have from a year to about two or three years at the most (three years is being very hopeful), left, to live.  Yes, the persecution has been a continuously gruelling experience every day for the last ten years and I still know there are ways out.  I think if it had of been anyone else, they would have to be super-human like me to have survived this long.  On the world stage, expect religion to influence more in our lives.  Now, just because I think and say that doesn't mean I am right because I could still be wrong but the writing is already on the wall, I know it.  Certain mind control religious cults are on the rise, on the up and up, and show no signs of slowing down to complete their quest for total control of everything and everyone.

Merry Christmas.

Splinter cell: conviction

So I must be one of the last Xbox 360 owners in the world to have completed this game by now but I did so this afternoon.  I hate having to experience automatic aiming and I hope my console doesn't get banned on Xbox Live because of it.  I don't want to cheat, I want to play the game according to my present skill and if my skill isn't good enough, then I have to improve... BUT NOT BY CHEATING!

The last mission is in the White House.  I doubted that the game before its release about three years ago would take the player there, but it does.  A very exciting mission, that whole level is a bloodbath.  Where else can I get my fantasies about killing the President of the United States?

Your character also visits the Third Echelon headquarters.  Now according to what I know, the N.S.A. is supposed to be all super secret so everyone who has played is left asking themselves whether that building in the game represents their actual headquarters in reality.  Maybe they don't have a headquarters at all?  I just loved spraying a big glass pane with the Third Echelon logo on it with my automatic machine gun inside of there, I also did the same to an American flag.

I think that's about all the spoilers I will reveal about what goes in the game.  Yes there is another Splinter Cell game coming... however it could be canned at any moment due to a five or ten minute phone call filled with atrocious swearing.  Splinter Cell games inspire patriotism in the United States and encourage recruitment within the N.S.A.'s ranks, but it also can serve as propaganda in still a time of war.  Splinter Cell: Conviction is the first game, except the very first Splinter Cell in which you have to infiltrate Langley, that goes where no other has gone before.  Conviction is not a complete stealth game, most of the time you are required to shoot up every tango in your sight.  Three interesting things I picked up about Conviction is the sticky cameras now explode instead of releasing some kind of gas, they play a patriotic song (could be the national anthem of the United States) instead of making a high pitched beep or siren-like sound to lure enemies to any trap and your character, Sam Fisher, does not have the ability to whistle to distract and trap enemies.  Playing through Conviction on the normal difficulty has inspired me to want to play through the older Splinter Cell games again.

So that's that.  Splinter Cell: Retribution is out this year I believe.  You can also read the books too, you should be able to find them in your local bookstore or local library.

Happy gaming.

Random things

Wow, so it has been almost a month until I have logged on and updated this blog.  We (whoever that is) are almost in our third year already!  Unbelievable!

Well, I have been busy, I won't say any more than that.

But now, it seems, I am back to a life of how it was before Christmas time last year.  Nothing to do except be in front of this computer, no family, no friends... and experience day after day of gruelling pain and misery by a government.  Yes, a government.  A government that should be brought down well and truly.

Okay, well until my next entry, be good.

Just say NO to John Key message

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Oh, hello, me again.  I can't remember when I posted my last, but also my first lengthy message to ALL my loyal supporters, haha!  As I have described to my friends, this Facebook page may have started as being about our prime minister, but has turned into something quite different.  I have seen anti-semitism, homophobia and as of late, many people have decided to change their avatar to a boy or girl!

One thing about you people is that you seem to have this conspiracy thing going on with Israel, the Godfather, the Illuminati and so on but the crunch is that probably all of you are those same people that you say you are so against!  The hypocrisy is incredible!  Still, good luck on taking back New Zealand I guess.   But if you really desire a concrete change within the politics of this country, I can tell you it will require you to eventually betray your Freemason overlords who play both sides of the game, who don't care who they fuck with, who apparently have, according to conspiracy nut heroes like Alex Jones, all the power.

As far as the New Zealand government goes, ANY government, they should have stayed out of this game.  But no, they were dumb enough to get involved and if they never did, from the beginning, there is a strong possibility this page would have never existed.  I see something down the page that says, GOVERNMENT IS MEANT TO SERVE, NOT RULE.  I also believe that the separation of church and state is important to prevent clusterfucks like this from happening.  If you know even just a little of the bible, god is indeed a ruler, so I guess even our heavenly father is in the wrong too.  So delete this message if I make your page look bad, I don't think I really care.  That's what happened last time and I didn't care.

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I was going to post that above on their Facebook page but decided against it.  However here it is here for all of you to read, enjoy.

Day three

Well as you, the reader, will know, I started this blog long before I owned my own computer, for a fifth time.  I decided to give up my fifth computer but for how long, I don't know.  Ya know, I shouldn't really have to do this and that is change my life (especially in this way that means so much to me) because, obviously, there are people out there that don't agree with it.  Rich and powerful people.  What will likely happen is I will get fed up with the campaign and go back to what I know best.  I feel the pain still, if it keeps up then I know I am damned if I do and damned if I don't.  I could go overseas, but I can see myself in a concrete jungle with the psych war still being waged.  Scary.

Damn it, this pain must be wrecking my nerves in a major way.  I hope when I do die, that secret agent man either a, dies with me, or b, is put in prison for a very long time.  This is not spiritual, this is technology.  And so, bares less credibility.  I don't think I believe in spirits, I believe in whats more real.  So there, nayh.  But why should what I believe be taken to the masses?  It shouldn't.  There are already people such as the pope (not sure whether I should capitalise the p), presidents, prime ministers and the queen of England that can do that for us.  Not some punk ass in a black hoodie, skinny jeans and a pair of Pumas who has been born into some fuckin' absurd royalty or some shit (that EVERYBODY buys into) and has really little idea on how to do anything.  Really, fuck this shit.  Its stupid.  And screw the bright spark that actually eggs this all on.  God, makes me sick.

Mitt Romney versus Barack Obama in 2012?  I hope so.  See, I thought Obama was going to be the man to bring sanity back to the White House and thus the world.  The truth is, he has failed.  Mitt Romney is a Mormon, but comes across as a real intelligent stand up guy - those were my first impressions.  However, he is an advocate of something called seven mountain dominionism... look it up.  I think for me I just want to see Obama out, much the same feeling I had about Bush.  My god, those eight miserable years.

Here at home, J.P.K. slotted another term just before Christmas last year.  Another disappointment really.  I will stop writing now, because how I am craning my neck is making it hurt.

Bringing on back the good times

Guess what?  I have suddenly begun writing my entries on paper again.  Fear not, because there will be no brash anti-christian rhetoric from me anymore like how this blog began in its infancy about over a year ago now.  My blog is still mine, I have changed the password, and the password to my e-mail is not saved and is only known by memory.  So I think I should be safe.

I am not a king.  That is just a mind-trick by some rich and powerful people who want me to believe that, and if not, then think I am, so they have more reason to kill me.  Me and my immediate family should have called it quits here a long time ago but we stayed, and have turned this place into a clusterfuck of a mess.  No, we didn't.  They did.  In 2012 however, more has changed.  I don't think I want to know my parents anymore, my family has been split up.  That's all I will say about that for now.

I have been duped once again.

Still alive, if anyone was wondering.

Shit getting real

As if it wasn't already that way for a long time and nothing being done about it, as if they didn't care.

Random things

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I was going to log on last night and type out another entry but I didn't feel up to it.  I thought I usually would at that time of day but nope, not that time.

Now that I brought up previously my nights being peaceful and painless they have actually changed from not being so anymore.  One night I felt like I did during most days, during the middle of the day.

Has anyone noticed that the news media hasn't been talking about the high petrol prices?  Especially how they used to a couple of years ago?  I guess it just isn't such a big deal anymore.

This is Twitter kind of garbage, not Blogger.  Well, signing out now.

Remember, I am in the cross-hairs of some extremely rich and powerful people and they include the people pictured above in my splash.  They won't take no for an answer and they don't know when to quit.  They have taught me that I have to do this or that to get my way.  What has been happening to me over the past nine years happened to my mother in the sixties and she almost killed my sister because of it.  There are still things about my family that are secret and I don't know, I might never will.  If I really wanted to, I could cut my immediate family out of my life totally and what has happened over the past twenty four hours makes me want to.  All I have to do is just think about how our mother kept an eighteen year secret from us or how our father doesn't have my best interests at heart and in mind.  Our family name is fake, it is most probably not our true name.  This is bullshit.

Houston we have a problem...

And that is that this site, my blog, has been called a malicious site.  It also redirected to a .co.nz domain.  To make matters worse, and this is not computer related, I believe I was poisoned last night.  That just makes me so angry.

Google is supposed to either text or call me if this site gets intruded, but I haven't checked my phone yet to find out whether they have.

MY HEAD HURTS...

Its almost nine thirty at night, a bit uptight.  And yes, that rhymes.  I have thought that maybe I could take some pictures of different stuff, like interesting stuff, and put it up here.  It would be so easy and of course, it would have to do with what this blog is meant to be about.  Conspiracy to murder, torture, alternative discussion and you know, that kind of thing.

I haven't been thinking about my sister or really much of my family lately but I do wonder how she is.  She has really done so well and I say that time and time again.  She has two children now, a partner, a boat, a jet-ski, two cars, they live in one of, if not still the most desired place to live in this city.  But even she too, I know there is something she doesn't want me to know.  I think I know what it is, but I am not sure.

Wow.  Well, she made it, I guess.  I remember her telling me that she thought that our mother has a mental illness.  When I thought about that the other day, it dawned on me BOTH of our parents do.  But it doesn't show?  Interesting.  They don't take any medication though for any mental illness.  Not too sure, maybe there is something there that should be uncovered and if so, then between either the three or four of us.  The whole world doesn't need to know.

I know why she was brought up so rough by our mother and I think she secretly knows too.  Wow, I am describing our mother with the word OUR instead of MY... I feel so touched.

However, and rather fortunately for me and also them, I have already met both of their children.  But I am still the uncle they don't know and quite probably never will.

So much for my ammunition to get back at you know who, I guess it doesn't matter anymore.  In the end, I am the only missing piece to my family, to my wider family, that over the last ten years, does not fit in.  So I guess the only thing to do is to completely separate myself from my family (especially my wider family and my WIDER WIDER family), and go elsewhere.  What I was talking about in my previous entry has a little to do with this one too, I believe, and perhaps one day soon I can prove it to you.

I am actually feeling pretty good today, however that can change at any moment.  Anyway, what I really wanted to post an entry about is a show that is currently nearing the end of their break and that I can view for free online (and on the official television channel website).  I don't watch television anymore, but I decided to give last night an exception and do so.  I was hoping to just see how the media (New Zealand media and state-owned) does their thing.  Anything unusual like out of the ordinary.  And they didn't disappoint.

These shots are from what I believe to be the most popular children's show in the country.  Channel three (or what is now called T.V. three since about ten years ago) doesn't have any such show anymore I believe.  So TVNZ won that battle, I guess.

What I saw was a little disturbing and this episode was recorded in October last year.  I guess they just wanted to go out with a bang by sending their hosts to Disneyland.

For those who don't know, Mickey and Minnie Mouse ears (but more commonly thought of as being Mickey), are associated with mind control, sexual abuse, satanic rituals... some kind of dark underbelly of Hollywood in the United States.  Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, Christina Aguleira (spelling?) and others were part of a group called the Disney club a long time ago (as in the late eighties/early nineties) and I have seen them being used as an example of this side of Hollywood on exposay sites such as this one (http://www.vigilantcitizen.com).  They were children back then, like five years old, and back then from being child stars they have grown up with fame (and fortune) and had to deal with all the crap of the industry.  Britney Spears, it is said, her breakdown in 2006 was because of that.  Something called monarch mind programming.

If you ask me, I think there is a possibility that the Mickey mouse deal is a front for something else, for someone else, somewhere far far away from the United States where this has been created.  It is just a front, to try and unnecessarily hype and generate sympathy for that "someone else".  However, it could still be very real.  I just think, who came out with this?  Mickey mouse ears on heads, pyramids, one eyes, chess or checker boards... what the fuck?  Is all of that really something for people to be afraid of?  Because is it just a front for that "someone else"?

These shots weren't captured in the order of appearance of the show because this happens in the intro every time.  When the new show comes back for 2012 in March, it might be different.  If it is, I had absolutely no part whatsoever in reforming it.  As you can see, she is wearing a bling bling like cross that is telling us she is a Christian.  However, I think she is really more than that.  And anyway,  I don't like to say it but seeing that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

I came across this nearer the end of their final episode for 2011.  This is a group of teenage girls dancing and as you can see, and how I have circled where I want you, the reader, to pay attention, you can see on their purple shirts there are crowns.  This could be somewhat gang affiliated or to do with something called seven mountain dominionism, or both.  Seven mountain dominionism has to do with ruling as kings.  Who these kings are?  I don't know.  It has to do with Christianity by the way also.  There is probably almost not one Christian that doesn't want to see heaven on earth or Gods kingdom come to this earth, I think there is a possibility this is what that represents.  The show didn't go into much detail about it as in provide a bit of background information about them on the screen in text and or interview the dancers.

But, there is something else.  I actually have owned since childhood a Mickey mouse soft toy as you can see here.  I have never been to Disneyland and if I have, I was never told about it.  There is a possibility that that was just bought in some airport shop at L.A.X..

This too.  This is my only belt that I wear most days and as you can see, it has a pattern of a chess or checker board.  I bought it from a retailer called Jay Jay's in I think the beginning of winter last year and they are very up with it with fashion, pop culture, whats hot and whats not... you should get my drift (as they should be).

So that's that.  Maybe what I took away from watching that I am making such a big deal over and it shouldn't be dealt with that way.  But I am still weary as we continue to live in this changing world.

Sigh.  Another night, dark, somewhat quiet, a good time to type out another entry.  And Blogger has moved down a line again, like it always does in this message box... for me anyway.

To my female Malaysian friend, my one friend... or follower, if you are a Freemason I will remove you.  I found out about her blog at random so if she is really a Freemason then I think that was no coincidence.  Malaysian too, how sad.

Speaking of Freemasonry, I had a really weird dream last night.  I dreamt I was with many other people and we were all together and something told me we were in Egypt or some Middle Eastern country.  The thing about the dream that struck me though was we were high up on a mountain and we were looking down at all these pyramids with the Illuminati eye on them, like on a desert or plain.  When I think about that now, it scares the living daylights out of me slightly.  Honestly dude, I am not making this up.  I had that dream and it was timed right.  That was not natural, what happened to me there was science.  The dream was also pretty dark and gloomy.  The pyramids were dark, almost pitch black, the eyes could have been gold as I remember I think, the sky was black... it must have been at night.  Wow, just documenting it here scares me even more.  Right now I am pretty scared and I don't get scared very much.

But also angry.  Angry because they proved to me that they are a threat and need to be dealt with.  These people don't really believe in a god, they are men and women who have the power of god themselves.  There is no need for them to have some kind of belief in a higher power when they have their powers.  They know that there is no such thing.  What they are doing is using de-classified government secrets... or what used to be secrets.  I will also have you know that I looked up the N.S.A. headquarters on Google maps the night before so I am deeply convinced that and that are related.

So thats that.  I am sure my royal chariot will be waiting for me when I want to leave the house tomorrow.

Brandon Flowers still sounds like a woman, heh.  But not a bad track, one of the singles lifted from off of that album.

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?

YOU MUST BE TALKIN' TO ME BECAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE!

Okay, that was random.

I have this habit of when I'm explaining something I speak in the past tense instead of speaking in the present tense, its weird.  You must have picked that up by now by reading my last entry for one.

Well, I went for a bus ride today, I needed more pasta sauce.  I don't like how I have to leave the house, board a bus and travel all that way just for one item.  However I haven't driven a car in over a year now because I get too angry for absolutely no reason at all.  I'm like Tony Soprano (James Gandolfini) or someone, always angry.  Or like an angry loner watching television at three in the morning as described by Homer Simpson.  Also single people and the unemployed, I fall under all three.

I like too how I can board a bus and go for a ride every time when I'm not really suppost to.  Bus tickets here are valid for only one hour from the time of purchase but I can go to a nearby shopping mall going south, get off, do my thing, then board again and if I really wanted to, I could go for a round trip around the whole city (depending on which number bus it is) then come back to a stop just outside the street my house is on.  I think now that I've mentioned it, the city council or some other authority or organisation associated with them might put a stop to that.  Actually, knowing them, they probably will.  What people are suppost to do is just get to A to B and back again, not go for joyrides.  According to an official report the bus company here (there is only one) is running at a huge loss in the millions of dollars and should be put out of service, the whole setup.  Too many people are still driving their cars I guess.

When are children going back to school?  It must be very soon.  Learn their ABC's and 123's and then later on study media (after the government conveniently introducing it as a new subject) and their Martin Luther King's (while discovering time travel for the first time) when they get to high school and (in not really this order) have gangsters infiltrate the school I'm in by becoming teachers and make all their English class cheat in the end of the year exam (when it was the school certificate system) and then at the end of the year go out to his expensive new dark green BMW (that in no way a new teacher could afford to own) and bring out a supermarket bought banana cake (that he said his wife baked) and... you should know the story.  There were one, two, three, four, five, six and maybe a seventh one.  All of them should have got nowhere near a school and obviously one of them didn't bother teaching us when to use apostrophe's and correct grammar along with one or two other things.  We actually all read a book about the story of some Bosnians (like probably refugees) caught up in the war of Bosnia of the early to mid-nineties but it was a walk through because he sat at the front of the class and narrated it to us.  I guess we wouldn't have read it ourselves anyway and we would have failed because it must have been a book report but I don't remember.

Time to get some more sun, GOD I LOVE MY LIFE!  Well, not really.

I have been experiencing head pains as of late and they have become more frequent and some are stronger than others.  However I have been experiencing these from the get-go in 2003 when the conspiracy moved up a gear.  This isn't I believe to do with the torture I have been experiencing, it is really something else... to do with hi-technology.

Well I will be up for a while yet maybe.  I would like to wake up more late at night and log on when everything is so quiet but most importantly when I'm not angry, only the slightest.

Also, been watching episodes of 'Growing Up Gotti' on YouTube.  That show only ran for like a year from 2004 to 2005, it was a failure rating wise.  Still entertaining however with a laugh here and there but even though it could be all scripted (when the entire show is suppost to be pure reality that is meant to mean anything can happen at any time), it does give you a little insight into the life of what according to... Heather Gotti (?), mob life WAS but actually still is even though her husband is dead (after dying in prison) and even though she said she has left it behind taking the rest of her family with her.  There is even a movie on YouTube by ABC that had nothing to do with the show but was a report that at the end said they believed they were victims of a vendetta by the United States government.  I don't believe that for a second, especially after seeing more of the show.

The last show I saw and followed every time was 'Rockstar Supernova', the one after 'Rockstar INXS'.  I couldn't stand American Idol and the judges from what I saw would drink totally over sized cups of what could have been Coca' Cola.  That must have made them totally hyperactive!  'Rockstar Supernova' was a flop, because the band Supernova or Rockstar Supernova only recorded one album and no one heard a peep from them since.  I mean, if they had of made their run a more continuous thing then fine.  Tommy Lee and all the others that joined up with the winner of that competition, Luke (?)... Lucas (?) Rossi just put out one album and that's it, nothing more.  Then Motley Crue came back with an album that totally fell under the radar that included the single 'Saints Of Los Angeles', what an embarrassment.  Lucas Rossi must be back to where he started before he won that show, not really any further ahead.  The same could be said for the new INXS too starring J.D. Fortune.  Just one album then rode off into the sunset.

I don't watch really television anymore though, that's that.

Nothing to report.  Misery continues but only in the day, at night it goes away.  Hey!  THAT RHYMES!  Wow....

SHIVER ME TIMBERS!

I am afterall just an Internet user.  I don't have any business tied up online in which case I would support P.I.P.A. and S.O.P.A. (is it appropriate to put dots between the letters?).  Even though I am an Internet user I can't really get behind the whole freedom infringment argument.  I do think its funny how there is still a war on terrorism and Internet freedoms could be taken away for the sake of the dollar.  The war on terrorism is totally all about freedom, remember?

On one hand you have a group of people that are saying that its all about money and greed and on the other, that is the minority, little has been said such as even though all this content is free, greed is still involved.  I know some people who download up to a terrabyte of data each day!  Well apparently anyway.  They get abused, the freedoms the Internet has.  I think it must be human nature or they were dropped on their heads as kids.

So we'll see what happens but I think right now these bills could be in the end forced to walk the plank and jump.  As for Kim Dotcom (bad name, the last part of it anyway), I think there will be a major upset for law enforcement and he will be set free.

Arghhh matey...

I have something to say, much similar to what I said but a bit more to it like I did on the Wikipedia comment page before their blackout.  I haven't drafted this entry like about a year ago when I would usually do so with pencil and paper, the old-fashioned way, before typing it up.

In the end, and this is what I said in my one Wikipedia comment, I think I could care less either way as to the success or failure of P.I.P.A. and S.O.P.A..  Okay, so these freedoms could potentially be taken away from me and millions of others around the world and that is the line the pro-piracy people are saying along with some other things.  Yes, it is probably all about money.  This is going to be debated in the United States next week.  This is all a big surprise and the way I see it, has totally come out of the blue.  I didn't see any reports about this by any news organisations (Los Angeles Times, Washington Post, NZ Herald etc....) leading up to this.

Its funny, because there has been a high-profile arrest of some dude just today who is a pirate, but big time.  It wouldn't be fair on him if he was just the only one and the rest of them can get away with doing the same thing because the authorities, for some reason, just couldn't give a fuck to go further, or something like that.

I am happy to see Anonymous raise the middle finger to B.M.G. and some other Hollywood people, by taking down their sites, who are obviously anti-pirate.  But what happened there wasn't about piracy to me in my eyes.  They hit two birds with one stone because those music executives and everyone in that music industry in the United States needed a good kick up the ass for how they have been running their businesses.  Building personality cults, the associated Illuminati (spelling?), Freemasonry... that sort of thing... then they wonder why their industry is worse off than how it has been in the past and piracy isn't completely responsible, its because they have totally lost their way.  I think the general public could have already tuned out from what these record companies continue to offer up.  Well, they have themselves to blame for that.  They should know better.  Bunch of crazy motherfuckers...

Also the government too.  Why has it taken twelve long years for something like this to happen?  I just can't understand why on the face of it the government, any government, have just sat on their hands all this time and done diddly squat about this issue.  Sure, good news for pirates and even me too but I just can't fathom what has taken the United States government so long.  It is just unbelievable.  Then, maybe I already know.  I have been taught that this is okay, and have been taking this for granted, because the government has allowed it.

Someone pointed out on the Wikipedia comment page (it has been taken down now) that what they have done with their blackout was extortion and whoever said that was actually right.  I also thought what they did was actually helping P.I.P.A. and S.O.P.A. but didn't go far enough.  Twenty four hours came and went.  I didn't think Wikipedia was at risk until I found out about the blackout.

It will be interesting, if these bills become law, how the Internet is going to change, INTERNATIONALLY.  What could happen here could be a real game-changer.

Well, more of my freedoms could be taken away (Wikipedia, YouTube, XNXX) and god knows I have had enough of them already taken from me by the government.  Still, like I said, I could care less either way but maybe I should care?  Hmmm....

God all these flip-flopping assholes make me sick.

 

Hey.

So why does Blogger move down a line when I start a new entry in this typing box?  Huh?

I have been thinking about starting a Twitter account and regularly tweeting my life away on that social networking site but I think I feel I would be giving too much information away.  Still, its not as if it would probably make my life any harder than it is now.  Yes, I know that secret agent man in the sky is still waging his information war against me.  You know that song?  Secret agent man?  Haha.

I have had enough of this life, I want it to change.  Oh how I want my life to change, without god that is.  I shouldn't have to do anything.  The N.S.A. infringes civil rights every day and they get away with it.  Can you just imagine what those fat Americans behind their computers (could be holograms) are doing right now?  Who are they watching?  How are they meddling?  Very powerful nobodies in the sky that can blow up someone with a bomb on the other side of the world after an agent fixing it to a car.  Better than that, how about causing a heart attack from space... the power of god.

I don't think technology can get better than it is now really.  The way I see it is if time travel was achieved for the first time, say after WW2, then it would certainly open a can of worms and unfortunately, a dangerous one too.  If technology a hundred, even a thousand years from now was brought back to this time (instead of leaving it where it should be) to just start something great.  You know, the United States is not an empire, its a union.  The president of the United States is not a king, he is still a politician.  The separation of church and state could be a war about to heat up in the coming year.  But, the church has already merged with the state, however in secret.  I believe the two should keep their distance.  Not a complete integration, but Christian values that many politicians do have (however if it were me, well no) can sometimes be used in positions of power.  Anyway, maybe one day soon the majority of Americans will actually want a nation under god officially governed by the establishment as it is now however modified to suit.  When that time comes, I think I should be grateful I am not an American and I never was and probably never will be.  It could get ugly.  Its an interesting concept, a nation under god, a theocracy.  Like the kingdom of Saudi Arabia.  I think it would be very much like countries in the Middle East.  Cutting off of limbs, lashings, stonings... you should get my drift.  How ironic would that be given the almost complete construction of now the new representation of freedom, the Freedom Tower in New York City.  It is my theory that the attack of the World Trade Centre was an inside job to ultimately achieve freedom.  Freedom.  No currencies.  It brings the word new meaning.  Freedom in my book is also freedom from religion as well.  However there are potentially new leaders of that country who don't see freedom that way, and that is I guess sad.  I don't think there could ever be anarchy.  Without currencies, that is one step toward anarchy but I believe there would be a step taken back because a system, a new one, would have to be installed as an alternative.  Like based on points or something.

Ugh, this kind of thing can do my head in, it really can.  Know this, it will happen after sabotage of the system we know now as the powers-that-be believe it should change according to their sick and twisted view of the world.  And people think I'm fuckin' crazy.

Remember, death to America... especially when the gods will be done on earth kingdom come Christians get their way.

I think it is time for another update.

You know, I've been thinking.  I've been thinking about still what happened to me in 1988 or 1989 (don't know which year it was) and I blame Americans for what happened.  Al-Qaeda?  Oh please.  According to Wikipedia Al-Qaeda was in fact formed in either one of those years but I really do doubt they had any involvement in what happened to me, that day I too was a victim of terrorism.  Compared to everything else that has gone on, it is really so small and shouldn't matter as much.  And, I guess it shouldn't.  The seatbelt was no good, it probably only went across my lap so loosely there was no way it could stop me flying forward and hitting the cold hard dark grey steel back of the seat in front of me that knocked me out.  Then I was carried off the plane apparently down some steps or what likely or should have happened was the inflatable slides were activated and we all slid down out of the plane like snakes.  What happened next?  I believe I was abducted by medical professionals who worked for the United States government and probed, or something done to me anyway.  Today, I am still a victim of their conspiracy.

Mind you, this was nearer the fall of the U.S.S.R. and the end of the cold war.  Russia hasn't been the same since.  However I think it was likely Americans.  Why?  Texas, Houston, N.A.S.A., Bush... and a couple of other ways you can spin it.  It was an act of terror by the United States government that would serve them later on for what would happen in my life over ten years later.  That is one theory.  And hey, they have that kind of power.  These are very wealthy and powerful people that are involved here.  How they became involved, I don't know.  Maybe just by living here they feel violated by my presence.  If I could change something, maybe I would change that.  But what has happened has happened.  I don't think it was necessary, but that's just how some people think.  If it weren't Americans, they would have foiled the plot that was pretty much an assassination plot.  BUT I LIVED.  HAHA.

So that's something I have been thinking about recently.  The United States government started that with me, they started it.  There should be no excuse.  What does the United States government want with me?  A New Zealander?  The truth might shock most of you or it probably should.

But, I could be wrong and I shouldn't relate what happens to me today by an American conspiracy to what happened back then.  It could be something I might never know.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

So, 2012.  At the other end of this year the world might end however I think that it likely won't and this Mayan calender business is being blown way out of proportion.  There is alot of guesswork to do with this amongst everybody it seems.  When I think about it a bit more though, I think everybody knows anyway and are under some illusion that they don't know for sure.  Whether the world will end, whether it won't.  But I think that there are people in this world that really do know for sure as to whether it will and I think I know too so I will say right here and now that we will be all here for 2013 and beyond.  However I believe I only have three more years to live, probably two, until I die.  Then I could die any time.  I hope that like one of the people caught up in the Lockerbie bombing, Meghari (spelling?), that I live longer than I think I will.  I might surprise myself.

What have I been doing?  You readers might be asking yourselves.  Well, I've been busy looking at all kinds of pornography and it has been this way, every day, since about May last year.  May 2012 will be here before I know it and that will mark a year I have been doing that.  I have had people stay with me, after communication online, instead of being in this house all by myself and feeling alone.  It would have helped if I had of done that about a year or so ago but what are ya gonna do.  My birthday passed, I am now twenty six.  So in my life it goes my birthday first on the 19th of December, Christmas on the 25th and New Years on the 31st/1st.  Around that time is suppost to be one big party and only people like me with their birthday so close to those other dates can do so.  But, there was no big party.  Just quiet beers with complete strangers who I met from off the Internet, a bit of wine mid-way through a tramp in the middle of the day with also strangers and then when the biggest party of all came, I was just too tired and thought I would only fuck things up for them with my presence and conversation and tried to sleep instead.  I think I could have made it through about twelve hours, but while they stayed with me I got little sleep and was eating very little.  Thats all in the past now and I can't go back.  The experiences weren't totally worth remembering but I still have photos up on my fridge to do so.  It was something, anyway.  At times like these you can say, it was better than nothing.  I have mixed emotions about what happened, but thats just the way it is.  I will never see them again and their names are; Ignacio, Markus, Lisa, Tanja, Barbara, Joschka and the other one I can't remember exactly but it was like, Yavik or something like that.  He was a very tall eighteeen year old that looked like he could be in the military.

What else?  I got one hundred dollars for my birthday and have only spent three quarters of it plus I think one my visitors stole some of that money from me but there you go.  I was expecting another one thousand like last year.  But, its like, I think I already have everything.  I could use a new computer monitor, but I will take care of that.  I could put the treadmill up for sale, that should fetch about a grand.  There are other things, but they will be dealt with by someone else.  The other week I saw a very big and very flash LCD television for only five hundred dollars, that could be something to consider but there is no way in hell I will be watching the latest episode of American Idol on it in high definition when I get it back home.  My visitors said to me that I should put pictures up on my walls because there are hooks there but nothing hanging from them!

I have a car that I haven't driven in almost a year, maybe that can go too.  Its a Toyota Camry, Gracia.  I think I would rather be driving a sporty little Mitsubishi Mirage.  Or even better in my opinion, a Toyota Corolla wagon because they have more space in them, I like that.  How about a van?  No freedom camping allowed anymore in this country unfortunately.

Well, say goodbye to 2011 and hello to 2012.  We are very slowly going forward.