Wednesday, July 09, 2008

one leg kicking

In the class, she kicked.

Again, and again.

I do not feel pain.

Is it some naughty trick, or was it unintentional.

Maybe my mind was too adrift to realized,

a small little accident.

I am a sensitive person they say.

Monday, July 07, 2008

The Descend

He descended into the darkness, with nothing more than a light.

The rush of excitement, the dead silence.

He feel safe as he knows that he is covered by insurance and by people he trust.It is now the dead of night, or what it seems from his wrist watch.The freedom of looking at one's watch.

He has but only one purpose, to disarm the bomb. Spetznaz is train for such jobs. It would have been a daily job, your average breakfast with cereal, to him, of course.

If there is a difference, it might due to perhaps the nuclear bomb is live and maybe because that his team of navy seals and spetznaz have 500 square meters of probable area. Not that bad actually, they only have 4 hours left, according to the newest intelligence, not that bad....

His "Team" only consist of 200 naval divers, in a collaboration between the United States and the Russian Federation as the suppose nuclear device was planted between the Bering Straits and Alaska, but in a disputed area.

The only thing to stop a full scale search for the device is just politics and more politics. He thought to himself, politicians in Americans are such arrogant fools, only thought of themselves, only the military cares about their countries, to use whatever means "Be glorious, country! We take pride in you!" so say in the anthem.

They have a choice, and they choose duty, he choose duty. He is willing to sacrifice.


It is dark, very dark. I can see nothing, I can hear nothing, save for my oxygen cycle and the luminous marker in front of me.

I am trained for this, yet I am afraid. Dark cramp corner, I do not have space to bend my elbow, not to mention that particular itch on my glutous maximus. I could not reach it and i try to forget it. Still, there is no distraction and what i need to do is already drilled inside my mind, so well drilled, I have no distraction, except that itch. I am not drilled to prevent that. We are still human. All too human.

5 minutes is what the captain promised us, each one of us, before we put on that hefty pack, before we don our Kevlar suit, before the dry suit, before our last supper, it was MRE ration and there was light.

Darkness is what i have now, long period of darkness, a long 5 minutes. My watch is redundant, the one thousand Rubble redundant piece of Seiko time piece. Human arms, why are they so huge? I lost track of time and space, as there was none, no light, only an eerie sense of sight, through the face mask and the invisible hatch in front of me.

Damn Americans, I thought to myself, so this is their so-called torpedo tube. I started to miss Mother Russia, our Typhoons are so big that our recreational activity is swimming, not their game-box with an X on top. I failed to understand why the Americans stick to screens so much, but i understand why they are obese. America, America, America, if it were not for the Arabs Wahabis, I would not have to stuck in this cramped, miserable space.

Claustrophobic is not an excuse not be in the Spetznaz, we are the best of the best. Even a dog is better than the Americans. Our back flips, Systema, AK-47 and Vodka. I am proud of my country, i care not whether Stalin, Gorbachev or Putin, I am born in the motherland, Mother Russia, and all this i will bear for her.

Gushed out like vodka poured from a bottle into the warmth of the body. I am free again. Surprisingly gentle, I am free again, back boneless Americans, no wonder they need so many submarines to catch our Akulas.

I checked the Japanese innovation again, 4 minutes 59 seconds. Comrade Captain was right, I will be free again from the bondage of that miserable bourgeois tube. I am now in my second home, the Atlantic ocean.

Back again

The past week has been a short and hard one, even though it is one more day than your average weekend.

Sometimes, I just could not care what i do in front of others. My childish behavior on Friday is one of the many cases one will encounter. I could blame it on the headache, on the imbalance hormone level, but i thing for sure that it is myself all along.

Luckily, I took the green form and go to the medical hall. I rested and felt much better.

Despite the rest, my brief down time did not stop me from going for scouts later that afternoon as well as the Chinese A2 lesson. I felt tired though, because i need to attend another camp organized by the Astronomy Club. Nothing much to see except for Jupiter which was set for auto tracking throughout the whole night.

Saturday is another thing together. I had Scouts (again) in the morning, helping the sec 3s for their first class camp. I was quite surprised that they still thinks that kindling works for everything. Too bad...the sec 4 did not teach them well enough.

Saturday afternoon is just with Jinpeng and friends. Made Jinpeng drink a wild turkey while i pretended that it is some Australian coke.....haha. Bourbon whiskey with cola for those who still do not have a club.

The highlight of the day is still the logging of the jewel box and the scorpion jewel box. Although i spotted a globular cluster that day, it is still not a official designated cluster yet. My first few DSO after orion nebula. pathetic but encouraging. Now, they are going to charge me $10 for all this.... ungrateful bastards....

The whole weekend is just messed up though, feeling tired and weak after everything, hope that i can survive kirannakaurus tomorrow.

Thats all for this week.

Thought of the day: Skin to the flesh, flesh to the bone, bone to the marrow.