Wards

Ive always believed that certain words and phrases..items, idols and ideologies can actually ward off bad stuff... no im not a religious person..

ever wondered why i call myself "KilllRoy?" well, aside from it having good accoustics when said aloud, i used to have this crazy notion that, if you kill Roy...Roy dies? a dead person, well.. cant die again..technically..

Thats why i used to greet crows as they pass overhead me back in highschool days. I think they are symbolic in ways more than one... being around death when it happens and mopping up the corpses of dead people. they are the "Death Bringers" and "Death Dealers" so to say...

like Drug lords, if you know one you might get a good deal.. same goes for crows.

even demonic forces. do not fear them. Embrace them like your best friend. and your best friend they will become. I believe in heaven and hell..never gave much thought about heaven before..but i never, truely feared hell before..

even tho ive seen it back in my childhood days.. it was frighthening then..it isnt anymore..

the other day when we were walking Jeretine and Jereline back home..we crossed a dark alley and they said they were afraid of it..and tried to walk from lamppost to lamppost as they can, because they would like to bathe in the light.

for me, i was more comfortable in the dark. because when i stood under the lamp, my shadow hangs ever so close to me..and the contrast was distinct and clear. its like...as if the light SHOWS you how bad you are..thats IF you equate your shadow to your alignment.

wherelse whilst in the dark...there were no shadows...not at all... and your shadow cant stalk you in the night when you havent got one aye?

well thats jsut my anology..

Today, i was told the news that this theory does not work for everyone... it was Richard's Birthday last weekend..and theres this "Disabled" insult, terminology going around the gang..like whenever we do something out of the ordinary, or failed to do something, wed point and say "Disabled".

examples like...chopstick wielding... dripping slouvakis... spilling stuff etc..

so anyway, on his birthday, Simon and i thought it woul dbe nice if we can play around with that theme...so we bought a shot-glass..and a very disabled looking penguin, stuffed it in the glass..

then used a blue marker and drew a "disability" sign on the side of the glass..
hopefully that would "ward" him from any harm or danger..having my theory said..

but yesterday, when Richard was at Simons place...he had a very bad fall... because the architect of Simon's place was rather drunk when he drafted, presumably, the ONLY way to get to the garage is from a floorpanel that opens right outside Simon's room and kitchen.. with an insanely steep staircase attached to it.. almost like a man hole...

it was a tight (less than a meter wide^2), deep (3/4 of a storey) and jagged (stair case with no railings) fall (fall).

so that ended Richard up in the hospital, making best friends with the wheelchair... just like the disability sign...

I feel guilty...

sorry Richard.