Dreams & Reality.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011 @ 8:49 PM
No no no, I dint go for the exhibition. But I want to go, next year I think, period.
I must blog today because I had this freaking weird dream, I think I had three dreams this morning, or what normally people call last night. First dream, I can only remember that I dreamt of Seohyun singing like a diva on a setting that is similar to the TALENT show that is from China, the Chinese version of America's Got Talent. (which I am watching now)
The next dream is the one that is very peculiar. I dreamt that I broke a certain school rule and have to be detained in this light orange-yellow room. However they "found out" from my supposedly "records" that I gambled. I was like so shocked, like I never even gambled and how come it is in my records. So because of my "gambling", I have to go to prison. I'm what the hell? And I was so panicked, I was really wailing and yelling and said I dont want to go to prison and this is totally impossible. Someone said that it's okay, you'll get out soon, or something like it's just prison, it's nothing. I approached an old woman who kind of resembled the one who acted as the person who can sense crime by instinct, the show that is currently airing on Okto at 10pm on Fridays. She's wearing normal clothes, and somehow she belonged to the school. And she said that she'll check for me. And I think I wandered around school and suddenly Lee Seung Gi appeared. And he was my boyfriend. Somehow, I never really looked at his face but I know that it's him and he's my boyfriend. And somehow, I remembered that that day itself, I have a date with him. I thought that I was going to prison, and I'll never see him again, and I initiated a break-up while he's holding this bouquet of roses. And I think he got angry and demanded a reason. Something like a non-violent argument broke out. And I felt so sad, I said in Chinese to him that I really loved him, but I'm going to prison. Then this struck him and he kind of wanted to solve it for me (the strange thing is, he understood Chinese) and somehow rushed off while I followed him. The next thing knew he showed up in this dirt covered truck that was at least 3 metres tall and we're outside the entrance to a carpark. It was a steep long route, it's something like the carpark at AMK hub, I was standing in the middle of the entrance. And he drove in at a sports-car speed past me with his seat beside me, and stopped at the end of the slope, and drove back to me at the same speed. And somehow without any reversing he's back to the position where his seat is beside me, where I'm on the right of the truck. And he asked me to climb up, and he reached out his hand. And somehow, with little effort, I climbed up that 2-metre high wheel and caught his hand. And we drove off.
I cant remember the third dream but my actions kind of surprised people.
This morning/afternoon I wanted to blog, and wanted to experiment whether I can use Facebook (mainly for the games) for half an hour. Naturally I failed. Helped my sister to sms her friend and my mother that she forgot her phone and blah, and I was planning to go off and meet both my mother and sister for jeans-shopping at 10.30am, but you know me, I just took my time and set off at 11 plus haha. Anyway, we ate at Harbourfront Centre/Vivo City, and bought my first pair of jeans at Harbourfront and the second pair at AMK Hub's NTUC. I absolutely love Beard Papa Sweets, the shop with good cream puffs and the yummy fondant. Came back home and went to sleep, woke up and Facebooked, until now when I'm blogging. And I need to eat dinner and it's like 9 already, oh gosh. Guess I'll end here today.
P.S. We worked out the SUTD essay, and was quite eager to apply until I saw that they required my prelim results. Instantly I gave up, and my mother persuaded me to go on, and I actually went to tell her that I can go back and repeat in YJC, and explained the whole concept to her. But she told me that some people discriminate against repeat students, and gave her example on her studies in Malaysia and people in Singapore do not understand the system, it's like she would first take her O levels equivalent in her second year in high school, and then her A levels equivalent in year three, but her certificate states that she graduated in her year two. The interviewers dint understand and kept asking her questions, so the interview failed. And I was feeling devastated, but before I went to sleep I thought that maybe I dint want to apply because, if I really succeeded, I have to compete with other creative people, and putting my inspiration to competition is just, not healthy for me. Now I dont really know whether I should give it a try or not.
And the tagboard, sigh. Just take it away, I guess?
P.P.S Kim Jong Il died yesterday, but world safety level is unstable huh. Funny comments on Yahoo News Singapore. SMRT issues are neverending. Thank God I reached Harbourfront safely via MRT today.
