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Before anything, I want to comment on how diaryland is the suckiest thing on earth and you should juz go buy your own server instead. Not only does it jamms up everytime when you're trying to blogg, until your inspiring topic gets buried in the dark dark depths of your hindmind, thus depriving you of even a chance of becoming such a kickass blogger newpapers wuld interview you repeatedly... it also laggs behind in terms of updating effectiveness. Make sure you have http://sfy3r.diaryland.com/index.html with the "index" part in your Url to make sure you're reading my most recent rant... cuz sometimes diaryland has this tendency to display the second latest... anyway, 'nuff abt tt, here goes today's:

Ytd a series of unfortunate events (SUEs) led me into wad I call my own "stealth mode". I shant go on to talk abt wad happened 'cept tt it's got to do with my 'A' levels CLAO oral, my watching of too much shaman king and probably being too much like Yoh, and my fault...

The main point of this entry starts after this paragraph; it's about the personal "stealth mode" I've abovementioned...

Well, by the end of the SUEs, I was just abt as fidgety as a mouse you suddenly shine a torch over, and twice as touchy. It's the "stealth mode"; while everything, every tiny motion ard me feels to me like it's been totally exaggerated, I want to just fade into the shadows, or rather, into the familiarity of my puny own room and keep the noise I make to a minimum. It's like there's a tension in the atmosphere so thick you can visualise it... and break it with any lil' sound wave tt extends from you.

Mabbe it's not just special special me. I thot more abt it, (I had alot of time to think since I cldn't do anything loud, which is to say anything else atall~~) primitively, humans lived in the wilderness as hunters and the hunted. In tt era where you're all on your own, only two things sufficed to make an average homo sapien anxious and afraid. One of which is the sensing of a predator nearby... The other'd of course be inpotency but tts beside the point, yea?

And if there was something tts gonna eat you nearby, you'll not exactly be in the mood for a rock concert right?! Being in this ultra-sensitive "stealth mode" keeps your body prepared for fight-or-flight and also gives you a better ability to spot any detail tt might help you in your grand attempt to evade the reaper... so up till today, even if our surroundings had evolved from a jungle of oak and vines to one of concrete and steel, our bodily programmes remains largely unchanged and whenever we're nervous and lose our wits our body will then be only able to rely on these skills tt're inborn, duncha agree?!