I think I may need some books.

Everytime I start to write down something, first thought that usually comes to mind: Who the hell still blogs these days?. Well, besides those blog-shops people. And maybe kids. No wait, scratch that. They don't blog. They instagram, twitter, and facebook, and whatever else that I may not know of. I think I'd mentioned this somewhere before, or at least said it to a few people before. You know you're getting old when you start to realise that there's stuff out there, you know exists, but have no idea what they are. Fine example being IT trends.

And it just hit me that you know you're getting old too, when you keep repeating yourself. Even worse is when you don't even realise it.

I wonder if it's a premonition of sorts that I had earlier... yesterday (seeing how I'm typing this at 0225 hours on 011214). I had a dream. About Lim (2011) at that. It's been a while since I could remember any of my dreams. I don't recall the details, but it left me in a rather pensive mood for a while. Turns out, she might be coming back to Singapore in December, and yes, it so happens to be December right now. My guess, mid to late December?

Sleepy, and tired. Going to take a break before continuing this tomorrow. Taking the day off by the way.

Day 2.

So recently, my life's pretty much work, anime/manga, sleep, eat. The up and coming IPPT is a rather welcome interlude. It's forcing me (and my brother), to go for training sessions on a 2-3 times a week basis. And of course, the monetary rewards is a much welcome bonus.

And then, there's this dragon boat thingy thing going on. I know it's not my cup of tea, and I highly doubt that I will continue with it anymore. Question is, how do I return the buoyancy vest? *nervous laugh* Dragon boat is fun and all, when, I'm doing it for fun. Or an one-off basis. But as a commitment? No, thank you. It really isn't dynamic enough to keep me entertained and focus.

And well, work.

By the way, went to watch Mockingjay today. After watching the third in the series, I think it's finally caught on to me to want to read the book. Maybe 'cos I felt that there are certain themes and stuff worth exploring more about, in greater detail, which, I'm pretty sure (hopefully) will be in the book.

The moon's pretty bright today.

Had another violent dream the other day.

Quite straightforward. I walked into this apartment and there were this 2 kids, one guy & one girl, standing in the hallway/room. Something felt wrong about this 2 kids. In my hand was a hammer... And, yes. I started bashing the 2 kids with the hammer. I was striking their faces. It went on for quite a while, until their skulls were crushed and head literally sunken in. Yep, that's about it.

Watched 2 of Studio Ghibli's film today. My neighbour Totoro, and From up on Poppy Hill. The former was the usual Ghibli's style. The latter didn't had such a strong impact I feel. Not saying that it wasn't good, it just seems to be lacking a little oomph factor to it.

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In other stories, started my internship on Friday. 160813. Friday. My first official day in the planning industry. I didn't managed to do much, since I didn't have access to the computer and all. But, I'll be looking forward to next week. Hopefully, by then, I'll have things to do.

Actually, I have no idea what to type down anymore. It seems like my life has become rather dull. I remember filling up my blog with ease almost every other day. With dashes of photos too. Nowadays, it's just uugh...

Deep fried soft shell with vegetables. Best vegetables I ever had.

Salmon with fish roe sushi. Ever heard how food melts in your mouth?

Seems to me Blogger has upped their photo uploading thingy. Faster, more efficient. Anyway, that was from... 1 August. Headed to Shiro for dinner. Had the omakase which usually cost AUD150. But had it on half priced. I personally think it was good. Like, really good. Though I'm not sure if I will pay 150 for that.

Oh yeah... I remember some stuff now.

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Couple of weeks back, Yiling came by to Perth along with her family. Very friendly & enjoyable bunch. Heh. Semester had just started for me, so it was kind of tough for me to join up with her. Still, I'd joined them for dinner twice and a breakfast. It was nice seeing her after such a long time. And even nicer to actually talk to her. Typing this, can't help but reminisce about the good old days. Anyway, kind of regretted not dragging my sorry ass out of bed on the Saturday to join her & family to the trip down south. But what's done is done, so that's that.

And here's a picture of my beloved pencil case. Or as my housemate calls it now, Frakencase. It was tearing up very very very badly. Just managed to stitched it up a few hours ago. I'm quite proud of it actually. First time I ever did some real & serious stitching, and I think it turned out pretty alright. Best part: I didn't even think about her during the lengthy hours that I was stitching it. She used to help me stitch my stuff up for me. Clothes, soft toys. So, yes, I'm happy about that.

Dream a little dream of hell.

I don't normally remember anything about my sleep/dreams. But I did remember a couple in the past week or so. Which, is odd, in my case. And hell, were they violent.

The first one was still quite straightforward.

There I was, at this wholesale market place. Daytime. There were quite the level of hustling & bustling going on. But thing is, these people were trading in the black market. Fish, vegetables, meats. I don't know why, but I was tied up. Then came this tourist family who were sightseeing. I think I tried to get help from them, but the boss found out. So, I got my (left?) thumb chopped off with a cleaver. I remember waking up to check my thumb. It was quite the vivid moment I was having in the dream.

The other one... Ugh. It was even more violent. Somehow or rather, I was at my uncle's place. There were a few other people too, a group of us. I do remember this girl in front of me too. A war was going on outside. Suddenly, we had to go into hiding (I assume it's 'cos there were people coming in). Everyone climbed into this cabinet. The girl went in last. There wasn't enough room for me. So I closed the door behind them & hid under/behind the dining table. And I could remember that I was hoping for a miracle that I wouldn't be spotted. Because honestly speaking, it wasn't much of a hiding spot. Next to being out in the open. Anyway, came in the enemy soldier, who turned out to be a... Erm... Previous classmate of mine. Kenny. Kenny Ng I think it was. Secondary 1 & 2 classmate. Chubby boy, kind of made fun of in class. But he looked different in my dream. Somewhat same face, but bulkier (instead of bigger) in build. I think he recognised me. Didn't get shot. Another fellow came in, sporting the current SAF uniform. Now things start to get weird.

The... SAF soldier had Kenny at gunpoint. I had this small kitchen knife. Pairing knife if you must. So what happened was this. I slitted the guy's throat from the back. He fell forward & wasn't quite dead. I slitted the nape of his neck. Still struggling. I then proceeded to insert the knife from the "incision" I'd made at the nape of his neck, and sliced & sawed (it was a small knife after all) my way down his back, along his spinal column. Even then, he was struggling & somehow trying to reach for something from his front pockets. I had to step on his hand to stop him from doing that. Even after cutting him up that much, still wasn't dead. I continued to slit his throat a second time. This time, much bloodier. Blood was all over my hands. But still not dead. I gave up. He managed to pull out a watch from his pocket, and then asked, "I'm not at the beach am I? This is happening for real, isn't it? I don't want to die, not here. I've still got things to do." And, he died. I replied to his dead body, "Don't we all." And Kenny was just standing there, looking on in disbelief. Then I woke up.

That was just this morning. That violent dream was just so very vivid. The description I had is doing injustice to what I actually saw. It was Saw-esque. But more real & well, real. And... The worst part? It was somewhat of a lucid dream. So... I was actually making those choices to cut up the poor fellow. Hmm. Bizarre.

Anyway, here's to the start of a new semester (and hopefully the last & final one). Starting the process of my dissertation. And... Hope all goes well.