#maybe its the sleep deprevation

[baconaxolotl101]

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Dana Slijboom - Black and White Bunnies on a Sunny Day, 2023

[one-in-a-nillion]

Whats better than a figment of your imagination lurking around a dormatory kitchen, than it being very real and very alive. Welma County's very own university has been home to its own localised myth. During the witching hour one of many strange shrimp like beings roam the southern dorms, often knocked off as mass halucinations due to sleep deprevation and stress. These shrimp beings however are very real. This here is one of many of these trickster caridea and the first of the 7 recorded to be spotted within the south dorms kitchens. Amasing a little cult like following, he often spends his time staying barely in view, and leaving behind notes for those praying to him in aid of the upcoming exams- in which he has most often replyes "That sucks man. Maybe learn to study. Dont upset the shrimp by failing" How these shrimanoids manage to hide themseves during the day remains a mystery. some blame The Cackling as the reason they remain so hidden, or perhaps the corners of the caffeteria where thers is nothing but dread hides then from sight. Who knows! All I can say is he's got goofy ass eyes.

[ebdaydreamer]

I’M SORRY BUT I CANT STOP LAUGHING WHY DO I FIND BUCK ON THAT BIKE SO FUNNY?

[thehootmess]

Me @ 2 days sleep deprivation

*removes glasses to eat food*

Me: .... wait...

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Hi! How are you doing? ^^ ☆

Just wanted to know if you could make a headcanon about how would it be like after an argument with Armin? Please

Tysm for reading me, I love your work ♡♡♡

You're so sweet and nice ♡ of course I'd love to do one and tbh we must be on the same wavelength because i was just thinking about that yesterday!!!

I really liked your idea so imma do both a scenario and a headcanon! Hope you don't mind?

After an argument with Armin

{ Armin x reader | tw: hurt/comfort, self-image issues | angst with happy ending | modern }

{ "Moonlit View" byOscar Kleineh 1846 - 1919 }

Being with Armin had its many, many perks, one being that he's really empathetic and understanding, he doesn't assume things without evidence and knows misunderstandings happen.

When facing problems or disagreements, he thinks of a solution, not argue. He rather you work together against the problem than against each other.

Whenever you were in a bad mood he'd assume the best and think of what might have caused it instead of taking it personally, he knows you still love him, he knows you're just stressed. Maybe comfort could help? Maybe a lovely cuddly evening? Or maybe you need some space?

He's just really good at reading people's emotions and handling these situations, thanks to his efforts you both successfully managed to avoid any kind of arguments or fights most couples go through.

Which is why it was a shocking surprise to everyone when Eren got a call from Armin late at night, asking if he can stay over because you two just had, what he described as, the biggest fight.

Eren almost didn't believe him at first, he thought Armin was playing a prank on him. But then he heard the quivering in his voice and the hiccup that followed. Armin was crying, things were serious.

The last thing he said to you while putting his coat on was "I'm sorry, I'm weak, you and I know that."

Him saying that, in that tone, with those tearful eyes, made you want to get up and yell at him that no he isn't. He shouldn't just say that about himself like it's a fact and not just the results of years of self-doubt.

You wanted to hug him, to pull him closer till all those awful thoughts leave his head, till he sees at himself like how you see him, incredibly brave and determined.

But you didn't, you stayed there on the couch as he put his shoes on. His eyes pleading for you to say something, anything. To tell him to stay, to come sit near you. He even looked at you one last time before opening the door.

As you stared at him in silence, the realisation that you don't even remember what you were fighting about hit you, you can't, how could you? The minute the door closed behind him is when you realised how real the situation is.

How quiet the house is.

Has it always been this cold?

And just how much worried you are about him.

It hasn't been a full minute and you're missing him already.

—

It's 4am

It's hours since he left, how much exactly? You can't even remember.

Still haven't moved from the couch, you're not sure what you're feeling, you've been going through different emotions each hour.

Guilt, sadness, regret, anger, denial, pessimism, you name it.

It doesn't matter, none of that really matters to you right now. It's Armin who you've been worried about for a while that matter.

You know for a fact Eren and Mikasa aren't the most emotionally open people, you know Armin is already struggling with letting out his emotions without feeling needless guilt or shame.

You know he needs someone right now, he needs a shoulder to cry on and a reassuring voice. You've been both these things for him since even before you got together.

Just like he has been these things for you too. You need that someone just as much now. You didn't even know it's possible to feel this lonely.

Is he also thinking about you? Is he sleeping soundly on Eren’s couch? Or is that one stain from last week's party bothering him?

...is he just as miserable as you are right now? Probably not, you think. He's far stronger than he gives himself credit for, you know that better than everyone else.

Your thought process gets interrupted by a buzz from your phone, a text. Your eyes light up, you pull the blanket you dragged from the bed tighter around you, it's Armin.

[ hey ] it said, [is it okay if i call you?]

You reply back, he starts typing again, you stare at those three dots like your life depends on them.

[Okay, give me a minute please ]

You pull the phone closer to you, it's brightness contratsing against the dark living room. Some minutes pass...nothing, you feel your heartbeat rising. Phone still clutched in your hands.

It rings, it doesn't get past the second ring before you've pressed the accept button. You can hear the wind on the other side, alongside the distant sound of passing cars. Your heart only slows down after hearing the fimilar and oh so lovely sound of soft breathing

Suddenly the world doesnt seem so dim anymore.

"Sorry, it took more time than i thought, Eren keeps his keys in really weird places...I hope i didn't make you worry"

Oh If only he knew..

Dozens of possible replies run through your mind.

I missed you, did you miss me too?

Please come back, I hate feeling this lonely.

How does it feel to take my heart and run away?

Was your voice always this captivating or am i just high on sleep-deprevation?

I miss your kisses, i wish i could feel your lips against mine. Could you kiss me through the phone?

...in the end, you settle for "It's okay" you say, "It's alright."

"That's good...hey listen." You listen, "I'm not going to skirt around the subject, i called because" he takes a deep breath, "i want to apologise for how i acted, for what i said, both to you and myself."

Hearing him admit to his faults and own up to his mistakes, fills you with courage to do the same. You apologise, you mention how you've been thinking about him, you leave out the embarrassing parts.

You tell him you love him, and miss him.

You're met with silence. So you call out his name.

"Wait..you're not mad at me?" He says.

What? Mad? You?

"No." You say. "Why would you think that?"

You hear a chuckle that evolves into a laugh, it's contagious.

"Fuck...oh god I'm...im so stupid, i left because I thought you were mad and didn't bother you more by making you look at me." Even he seems to realise just how ridiculous that concept is.

It's 5am now, you're both laughing over the phone. The world is good again.

You ask if he's mad at you.

He instantly replies with a no.

"I could never be mad at you..." he says, "I love you so much it hurts. I love you like I've never loved anyone else before that it terrfies me, I'm scared one day I'll wake up and you won't be beside me anymore, you've made me love myself in ways i never though i would, you made me believe in myself because you believed in me."

{ Headcanons }

After an argument, Armin tries giving both of you space to calm down.

It doesn't last long because he will approach you after and talk about his emotions and explains why he did the things he did. He will also apologise for the things he did wrong like yelling or saying something hurtful.

If you give him the okay, he will instantly hug you. Physical touch is a great comfort for him so don't expect him letting you go anytime soon.

He will hold your face gently, tell you how much he missed you despite it being only hours.

Doesn't even care about the argument anymore or attempt to bring it up, he just wants to make up asap.

You're both gonna have a heartfelt conversation and actually process your emotions together. As a result you two come out stronger and closer after each argument.

He doesn't hold grudges, so he won't ever act passive aggressive after an argument. if he's got a problem he will tell you.

Just 100% honestly and transparency with this golden boy.

Will want to spend more time together post argument, he will really love it if you watch something together or you let him read you something.

Give him love and affaction, he loves you deeply it's actually rare these days.

When you go to sleep on those nights, he will hold you tighter and stroke your back.

He doesn't hold grudges yet he still remembers each fight you had and instead of it being a sour memory, he thinks of it as a learning block. Just a step towards understanding each other more.

Pamper him more after an argument and he will feel so loved, hearts in his eyes as you brush his morning hair.

[0ddly-familiar-f4ces-364]

Inky Future: The Start Of A Nightmare

Midnight was falling upon Equestria, Canterlot and it’s residents were settling in, Twilight and her friends, however, were getting ready to head back to Ponyville and to Twilights castle.

It was a long meet with Celestia that drug them there in the first place, and now they were finally boarding the train heading for home. Twilight figured they could all crash in her castle for the time being, seeing as they had more to plan.

Celestia had spotted issues rounding up in multiple places, all with the same clues. Inky vines and goopy remnants. It had seemed to leave these things behind in it’s wake, whatever it was. It seemed to leave any pony that dared to face it, cold and disheveled. Whatever this creature wanted, it wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of those in it’s path. It seemed to be stealing crystals of certain abilities.

It was estimated this thing was headed for the Crystal Empire next for the crystal heart. Twilight Sparkle and the other 5 were sent there to put up protection spells and any other measures to try and guard the area as best as possible. Never-the-less, it left them all exhausted.

“I’m glad that’s done and over with, let’s hope Cadence and Shining Armor can take it from here once we get home.” Twilight chimed, managing to catch their attention despite half of them on the edge of sleeping in their spots.

Rainbow Dash let out a yawn and snapped her mouth shut as she began to speak, “Yeah, I don’t think my wings can handle another run around the entire empire again.”

“Well I’m sure with our extra help they can rest assure that everything is safe there.” Fluttershy spoke out, her soft voice even filled audibly with sleep deprevation.

“All these crystal shenanigans has me wonderin’, what exactly is goin’ after em all. I mean there’s gotta be some sort of explanation for what in the hay is goin’ around and nabbin’ stuff from other ponies.” Apple Jack questioned aloud.

“Well whatever this thing is it sure is mean!” Pinkie Pie added.

“Yeah, I mean look at what it did to Spitfire. She can’t fly anymore and doctors aren’t sure if she ever will again.” Rainbow Dash compteplated, worried a bit.

“Well, perhaps they just like the shine of crystals, Darling” Rarity said.

“Well if that’s the case, then it doesn’t know what power it could be wielding in it’s...possible hooves.” Twilight said.

“Maybe it’s a dragon? I heard there’s ink dragons! They spit sticky stuff that looks a lot like what Celestia showed us.” Spike seemingly asked, popping up over the top of one of the seats to look at the other ponies on the train.

“I don’t think that’s a possibility, Spike. There was no signs of hoarding and those kinds take anything in their path, no matter how useless. Dragons also eat gems, not crystals. Even then there weren’t signs of the crystals being eaten. It had to have gone after something with meaning if its just crystals.” Twilight thought verbally.

“Can’t we talk about this tomorrow? All this crystal and theft talk has got me sleepy.” Rainbow said, curling up on the comforting seat and closing her eyes.

“Right, we can talk about this in the morning when everypony isn’t so tired.” Twilight replied, gesturing to the girls.

Once the train arrived back to the station in Ponyville, The mane six were all a bit out of it and a couple of them, namely Rainbow and Pinkie, having trouble fully standing.

“Home sweet home.” Twilight yawned, pushing the door to her castle open and sleepily holding the door open for the others to go through. Rainbow Dash went to one of the many guest rooms, the one closest to the middle of the castle with the map, and immediately flopped into the bed. Snoring came out of her not too long after her face met the pillow.

It didn’t take much time for her to be woken up again. Sitting up, her eyes already having adjusted to the dark, she looked around. Getting up, deciding maybe a fine glass of water would help her relax and get back to sleep.

With nothing but the sound of her hoofs clicking against the fine marble floor, she slowly marched over to the kitchen. Her wings were still sore and she couldn’t, more so didn’t want to, fly just yet. Slowly, she turned the faucet and filled a glass with tap water. She pulled the cup away and turned off the tap, tipping it drink to her lips and pushing it up with her hoof as she began drinking it down.

A soft clicking of another two pair of hooves caught her off guard. She paused as her ear twitched, hearing it. She pulled the glass away and swallowed the small amount of water she still had in her mouth. The clicking was heard again, this time she turned her head to where she heard it coming from. Rainbow rubbed her eyes and sat the glass on the counter. She didn’t want to call out to whomever it it was just yet.

She opened her wings, despite the pain of having used them all day for hard work, she decided it would be sneakier to use them in case it was some unwanted guest. She flapped her wings and rose off the ground a small amount, just enough to glide. Rainbow followed the occasional clicking and was led off to the map room. She tipped the door open lightly and saw what was most considerably an unwanted guest.

A small mare covered in a cloak, was chipping away at the map with a chisel. Her soft grunts giving off that she was defiantly a mare. Rainbow’s brow furrowed and she threw the door open.

“Hey! Hooves off!” She cried, racing at the mare. The mystery pony turning and rearing back, kicking Rainbow directly in the chin.

“OW! You little-” She didn’t have time to curse at the pony before noticing her running off. The sound of galloping giving off exactly where she was heading.

“Get back here, you thief!” Rainbow shouted, charging at her, ignoring the pain as she flew directly at her. The shouting of obscenities' woke the rest of the girls up. Some of them out of their rooms, some of them just poking their heads out in time to see a blur of multiple colors racing after a surprisingly fast mare, or maybe the cramps in Rainbow’s wings were slowing her down.

“She’s the crystal thief!” Rainbow called, looking back momentarily at the others before continuing chase. The others looked at each other and followed suite.

The front entrance to the castle slamming open as the mare ran out and off to the side as she threw herself to the bottom of the steps. The cloak now discarded as it came loose around her neck and being left on the ground.

Rainbow flew right behind her as fast as she could possibly go in the moment. Rage written all over her face, her nose wrinkled and her teeth gritted. Her hooves out in front of her to make herself as aerodynamic as possible so she could go just a bit faster.

“Stop running, you coward!” Rainbow shouted. The other five including spike were racing off, unable to keep up. Twilight and Spike took flight, Fluttershy doing so as well to keep a better pace. Perhaps they could corner her. Running into the Everfree forest. Rainbow Dash’s wing cramps were getting to be unbearable, but she was so close. She fled after her, continuing on hoof. She growled a little under her breath, now able to see the mare fully, the cloak no longer there to conceal her. She could see she had what seemed to be dreadlocked ends in her mane and tail, her flank as bare as the soil in the very forest they were running in. Dust kicking up as they continued to run. Rainbow could see the bag that was hanging off the mares back. She eventually slowed to a stop, looking for a path to continue down, reaching a dead end coated in poison joke.

Rainbow took the opportunity to tackle the pony. Knocking the bag off her and spilling the contents. She could see all the missing crystals talked about before.

“So you ARE the crystal thief!” Rainbow shouted, pinning her to the floor. She could see the main of her more clearly, it wasn’t dreadlocks. But, instead it was dripping and goopy. The mare looked her in the eyes and glared, her scowl intensifying as the ground shook, large black arms of goop rose from the ground violently and grabbing Rainbow Dash. She was yanked off and held mid-air. Rainbow struggled to escape but to no avail.

“Rainbow!” Pinkie shouted, worried for her friend as the inky substance squeezed, all Rainbow Dash’s muscles tense up, causing her body to go stiff and her wings to stick out vulnerably. The small mare below her snarled.

“Don’t you come any closer!” She demanded, her voice scratchy but young.

Twilight spread her wings as guards to keep the others behind her. They all feared that Rainbow’s life was possibly going to end right there in front of them.

Rainbow choked and gagged as the tightening black muscle like substance squeezed what it could out of her. Her teary eyes trailed over to her friends, reaching out as a silent gesture for help. She was so restrained that her tendons threatened tearing. Her mouth frozen open as black now somehow seeped from her lips, dripping off her tongue, like the familiar feelings of premature vomiting. It felt like saliva but it was so cold and running to the front of her mouth much like it would if she was struggling to hold her contents in her stomach. Her nostril bled and ran down her face, much like her tears. Her bright sky blue coat began to fade to a dull periwinkle, her hair fading into a dead and dark rainbow of her former self. The tips of her hair turning jet black and fading into the dead colors. The feathers on the tip of her wings holding a similar black fading.

All she could hear was the ringing in her ears as she could only tell the mare that supposedly had a hold of her was speaking by the movement of her jaw. Rainbow glimpsed over at her own flank. The colors drained just as the rest of her body’s did, the pure white cloud turning into that of a stormy black. The drained blue expanding around her cutiemark. The black ran down the rainbow lightening bolt, like someone was squeezing the inky black from it. Her eyes began to roll back as her choking only increased, she was starting to asphyxiate. She could taste the iron of her own blood before she was released, the black dripping its final drops from her mouth as she hit the ground.

“Don’t follow me, or you’ll end up like your dear friend.” The inky pony ordered, before grabbing the bag and the gooped arms engulfed her into the floor and she was gone.

Rainbow only heard the sounds of her worried friends before her vision faded into rest.

[furryarbiterangel]

October Post 11

It all started on January 3rd, at 4:51am. I remember because that was when my phone rang, its loud chirping startling me out of a deep sleep. I had been dreaming about something… I no longer remember what. But I remember it was good and that I wanted desperately to go back to sleep.

Reality seemed like too much to handle.

But despite my reservations, I sat up in bed, and groped for my phone. Squinting at its bright light, I saw that it was an unknown number.

Pissed that it had woken me for something unimportant, that it wasn’t a friend in need or something that would be worth being woken at 5am for, I answered, if only to curse them out for disturbing me.

“Hello?” My voice cracked, so I cleared my throat and tried again, “Hello?”

“David? David you need to wake up.”

Groaning, I lay back on the pillows. “Is this some kind of prank call? I am awake.”

“No, you’re not.” The voice insisted. It sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“I talking to you, you idiot.” I snapped. It was 5am after all, and I wasn’t the most pleasant morning person.

“But you’re not awake. David, you need to wake up. Open your eyes and look around. Remember.” There was a click and the line went dead.

Wide awake, and extremely frustrated, I slammed the phone back onto my dresser. “What the hell.” I muttered to myself. It was now 4:58 according to my clock.

I turned over, growling in frustration because I knew it was useless, I would never be able to fall back asleep now, but I made a valent attempt by burying my face in the pillow.

The minutes ticked by.

Finally, admitting defeat, I sat up again.

The strange voice echoing in my head.

‘What did they mean wake up?’ I shook my head, but the voice wouldn’t go away.

Shoving the thought to the back of my mind, I staggered into the kitchen for my morning coffee.

The rest of the day proceeded as normal.

But that night, there was another call. At exactly the same time, my phone rang, the same unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.

Determined to give them a piece of my mind and tell them what I thought of their cryptic message, I accepted the call and snarled “What do you want?”

“David, you’re running out of time. You have to wake up.”

“I am awake. Thanks to you.” I retorted.

“No, you’re not. Not yet. You’re running out of time.” They repeated. “You have to wake up.” Before I could start yelling about what I thought about their nightly phone calls, they hung up.

It was January 4th, 4:59am.

Knowing from the last time that trying to sleep would be useless, I sat up, leaning against my pillows and cursing them for the lack of sleep.

This time, there was something off about the day. I couldn’t place it. But the persons words echoed in the back of my head the entire time. Haunting me. “You need to wake up.”

The world seemed blurry.

I blamed it on sleep deprevation.

Determined to best them, I set an alarm for 4:50am. I would not be caught half asleep this time. I would demand answers.

Once again, at exactly 4:51am my phone rang.

Snatching it off of the dresser, I immediately accepted the call. “Listen. I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny. Stop calling me. I’m awake.”

“Are you David? Are you sure?”

“OF COURSE.” I was shouting. I couldn’t help it. I was so frustrated.

There was a long sigh. “If you’re sure… well there’s nothing I can do. But I wish you would listen. You’re running out of time. Open your eyes David. Wake up while you still can.” Without another word they hung up.

I was convinced that the voice was someone I knew now. It was growing more and more familiar.

Obviously. Who would have my number but someone I knew? Someone who thought this was funny.

Let me assure, I did not find it funny.

That day as I stumbled my way through work, I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. The world blurred around me. The room spun and several times I had to sit down for fear that I would fall. It seemed like more than simple sleep deprivation, but I wouldn’t admit to myself that there might be something else going on. I was tired. I hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep for three days now. Of course I was tired. I was probably hallucinating.

It would explain the voices.

Murmurs drifting out of nowhere, following me throughout the day, invisible voices following me. They spoke of strange things.

Blood pressure. Vital signs.

And worse of all, they spoke of waking.

That was when I started to question how much of what the voice said could possibly be real.

But no. I was tired. That was all.

That night, I dreamed of a sterile white room. I was often surrounded by strangers. They did strange things. Some of them hurt. All of them were uncomfortable. The steady beep of machines surrounded me.

And I was unable to move. I lay there, helpless, watching as people came in and out of the room, speaking to each other. To each other, but never to me. No one ever spoke to me.

I woke up gasping to the sound of my phone ringing.

I let it ring.

Finally, it stopped. The LED display flashed with the sign of a new message.

Exhausted beyond description, I picked it up and unenthusiastically pressed the notification. The same voice spoke to me a distant memory stirring as I heard it.

The message was short and simple.

“It’s time to wake up David.”

I dropped the phone on the bed and rolled over. This time, I fell back asleep.

I immediately dropped back into the same dream. This time there were more people standing by me. For the first time, they looked familiar. One of them was holding my hand. Several of them were crying.

I found that I wanted to comfort them. But I was unable to move. Once again, I couldn’t even blink, let alone speak.

A man in a white coat was speaking to them, the words hazy as if they were traveling a long distance to reach me. “We think it’s time. It’s been months and he shows no sign of waking. There’s little to no chance of recovery at this point in time.”

The woman holding my hand began to cry harder.

The man standing closest to the door nodded. “If that’s what you think is best. We shouldn’t keep him trapped here. I think it’s time to let go.”

She spoke suddenly, “Is there really no chance that he’ll wake up?”

I mentally started, unable to move my actual body. Her voice. It was the voice from the phone calls. The one that kept telling me to wake up. It sounded more familiar than ever. But I still couldn’t place it. All I knew was that suddenly she was right. I needed to wake up. And I needed to wake up now.

The doctor, for pieces of the puzzle were clicking into place, sighed. “I’m afraid not.”

She squeezed my hand, as if looking for reassurance, and nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

‘Do what??’ I wanted to shout. ‘What are you going to do?’

The doctor nodded. “Okay. It will be painless and quick. We’ll inject a large dose of morphine to shut down any remaining nerves or awareness that he may be experiencing and then one of you can turn the machines off. If you want. Otherwise, one of our nurses can do it.”

“No.” Megan said.

That was her name. Megan.

“I want to be the one to do it.” A ring glittered on her finger.

Megan.

She was my wife.

I had a wife.

Rather than watching the scene from above, as I had been before, I felt myself fall into my body. I could feel Megan’s hand holding mine and I tried to squeeze it back. To tell her that it was okay. That I was here now.

But I still couldn’t move.

And there was more. I could feel where a tube descended into my stomach, a mask over my face pushing and pulling the air out of my lungs, an iv dripped some unknown liquid into my veins.

And the pain. The pain struck me like a hammer.

The force of it nearly pushed me away again, but I clung desperately to Megan’s hand determined not to leave her.

Just as I found the strength to face the pain, to open my eyes, maybe even to speak, a rush of euphoria hit me.

They must have injected the morphine. I tried to scream. To move. To do anything to stop them. To let them know that I was there. But nothing happened.

There was a pause and then the steady beep of the machines around me stopped. I felt my body gasp for air, the mask that had kept my body alive now hindering it. The full effect of the morphine dripped through me, and I felt myself drifting away from her again. This time I wasn’t able to hold onto her hand hard enough and the world went grey.

I was aware of things happening around me, but the morphine dulled my sense of time, my ability to feel.

I just knew that I had to stay here. To be with Megan. I couldn’t leave her again.

I want to hold her close and stop her tears.

Time drifted on.

I don’t know how long I floated in that grey space, but I woke to darkness. Time still passes.

Megan still visits me.

I can hear her crying above me sometimes.

But her visits became less and less frequent. Still, I lie here. I’m still unable to move or speak. I’m here, stuck in the dark, wishing I could say that this was a dream. To go back to the life I thought I had before.

But I know the truth, I’m awake now.

[deutsche-seehund]

Day Two (Actually three)

05/05/2017       (LMT SGP)           

An early start to the morning today and from now on more or less. I am going to be following the Chief officer around. And it so happens Chief Officer's Watch is 0400-0800/1600-2000. You can be sure I was dead tired. And sure enough i thought that I was going to get it from the Chief officer. Here's to hoping he did not notice that I was literally falling asleep on the bridge. Downing glasses of water one after the other to hopefully combat the sleep deprevation. At around 0700, I was told that I was going to be scrubbing the deck. Well almost. Sounded a bit like what I was expecting to be honest. But in actual fact it was just that I was required to sweep and mop the bridge every morning from 0700-0800, before the 3rd officer comes in for duty.

After the wake up call of having to do sweeping and mopping, the Chief let me go for breakfast before meeting with him at the ships office at 0900.

I entered the ships office just before 0900, as being on time is being late....right? Who am I kidding..

Anyway Chief wasn't there yet so I took the opportunity to walk onto the deck quickly. I donned the appropriate PPE, being the good seafarer I am LUL, and walked out onto the main deck. The portion of the deck that is directly outside the ships office was now covered by the containers that we had loaded in Singapore, so there was some protection from the morning sun. I walked out onto the port side provision crane, which is basically nearly at the aftmost end of the main upper deck and looked out. And I couldnt see a single high rise building for miles. And I couldnt hear the droning of millions of people shuffling to work. I actually felt relieved. And I am finally underway and making way. Both in life and on the ship..seeing as that we were passing Pork Klang at around 0500-0600. So around 0900 we wouldve probably cleared out from that area. After meeting up with the Chief, his orders for me was simply to find all the people that signed on on the 3rd in Singapore and collect the various forms, like the drug and alcohol policy and the environmental protection awareness (????? i cant remember. Sue me then). So shuffling between the decks, which by the way are basically like this:

Compass Deck (Topmost portion of ship)

Main Bridge Deck/Wheelhouse (Where we steer and navigate our ship from)

E Deck (Atas people stay here, like Captain and Chief Engineer)

D Deck (2nd E, 3rd E, Chief O stays on this deck)

C Deck (Various ratings and engineers, also engine cadet and Bosun)

B Deck ( The deck my cabin is on. I think another AB or OS is here with me)

A Deck (The rest of the crew including Chief Cook and steward + Ship hospital)

Poop Deck (Galley, Officer Rec and dining Rooms, Crew rec and dining rooms)

Upper Deck (Ship office, entry to engine room, stores and other things are on this level)

I believe that just by doing this everyday, i will lose weight. I am not shitting you, it is so tiring to keep going up and down just the stairs between decks it isnt even funny sometimes. Anyway, after collecting everything I headed back down to the ships office to hand in all the forms. Afterwhich i assisted chief with the cargo loading plan as apparently the previous chief officer did jackall in Shanghai, where some of the cargo is loaded. Cargo like trucks and trailers and construction equipment and........you get what i mean. Anyway, it was quite rightly a mess and before we could even do the cargo loading plan for the stuff we loaded in singapore we have to settle the old one first as it affects the stability of the ship. And speaking of cargo affecting things, it seems that for whatever reason, my guess is being that the previous chief officer, who did jackall, approved to load the containers that are on the bow of the ship, which after generating a report in singapore after we had loaded the rest of the cargo, was actually blocking the IMO required view from the bridge to the waterline.

So yeah. Anyway Chief had to ballast in like the entirety of the forward peak tank and 25% of another tank which i dont remember in order for us to actually meet the requirement for viewing distance and stuff.

Anyway whatever it is, we got screwed over by the previous chief officer who neglected his job and now the new current chief has a ton of extra work to do. :/

Lunch was at 1200, which was good. Our chief cook is from Indonesia so it's kind of food i know, so im happy for that.

Took a break again till 1545 when I reported back to the bridge to assist chief in the routine watch. The chief and 2nd officer were discussing some things before 2nd handed over his watch. They were talking about things like wifi on ships and piracy and how screwed up Angola ports are. After 2nd took his leave, The captain came up to the bridge for awhile and was discussing some things with chief while i ended up being on watch. LUL.

I dont remember the exact time, but i only remember that i had to inform chief of an incoming fishing boat that was expected to cross our bow, port to starboard, in under 5 minutes at around 1.5 nM. Which is actually pretty close. Chief took over, adjusted the autopilot a bit and we both observed the fishing boat, which probably realised that it wouldnt have been able to cross ahead of us in time, altered itself to starboard and crossed us on our stern instead. After that the captain finished his discussion with the chief and left, chief told me that i did a good job by alerting him to the fishing vessel that was attempting to cross our bow, because it looked like if it did try to attempt to cross, it probably would have resulted in a collsion. Well for us, our paint will probably get chipped a bit maybe, but the fishing boat wouldnt just get chipped, it'd probably get wrecked seeing as it was made of mostly of wood.

I think tomorrow i will try to record down the morning and evening coordinates, at 0400 and at 2000. I think it would be quite nice to note down all these things.

Anyway off to sleep. I have learnt now the importance of sleep. And its only 2100.