Wednesday, March 17, 2010

unfinished thoughts

I dreamt I swallowed a chewing gum yesterday… and I woke up with the feeling that I have something stuck in my throat. Maybe I swallowed a bug in my sleep.

Dreaming has caused me quite a lot of hassle lately. Some of you may like the activity of dreaming because it is highly associated with sleeping. But not for my case. I’m deprived from sleep because of my dreams.

I remember reading somewhere that babies have nightmares more often than adults because they’re absorbing lots during the day, but most of their thoughts/ things they absorb in their little minds are not finished yet. So those unfinished thoughts will continue being processed when they sleep, but with them all jumbled up together, it turns ugly. Hence, the night mares.

But I don’t think I’m a baby anymore. How come I still have such awful dreams?

One night I dreamt I was at a party, and all of a sudden, a snake appeared. Then someone from the party took a bat and whacked the snake’s head, smashing it to gross pieces.

Then I woke up feeling hot. So I reached out to turn the fan on. When I opened my eyes to see where speed dial for the fan is… I saw a huge gecko! About the size of my arm! (from elbow to tip of fingers) on my fan! On the dial! Gahhhh!!!!

I reached for my phone so I can flash some light at the gecko to see properly. But what if it slithers away or jumps on my hand or skids to my bed!!!!? The horror!!!

I tried to reach for my glasses but failed. After starring at it in shock for a good 30 seconds, I ran out of my room and shut the door behind me. I was breathing so hard. Sliding my phone open for light, I saw that it was 3.15am. I can’t possibly wake my housemates up now… so I slept in the living room with the lights on.

Then I dreamt again about a little lizard that ate a human being which then turned into a monster (all in 2D).

What the?!

I need sleep. I need dreamless sleeps.

I checked the next morning—no gecko in my room.

A few days later I went for grocery shopping at IGA with Jade, Addielle and Tim. Then I saw this fake gecko (it’s like something for home deco), which looked exactly like the one I saw on my fan. Then I recalled that on that same day of the mysterious reptile-ish dreams, I went to this IGA as well. So there’s my unfinished thought…



I might dream about him tonight....

Monday, March 8, 2010

Tacky Bluez

Tony bought me a cheap Reject Shop clock for me as a Welcome-to-Perth gift. But I accidentally broke it. We’re not allowed to put nails in walls, so I ingeniously stuck the clock to the wall with blue tack. I was THAT eager to have a clock on my wall.

Later that afternoon, surprise surprise... I found it broken on the floor. Blue tack still stuck to the wall. Disappointed that I broke my welcoming gift, I almost threw the whole clock away... until... I had a brilliant idea.



Blue tack still came in handy.

moving

I killed the first cockroach in my new place yesterday. Tim had the honours of smacking it with my sandals while I quickened the dying process by spraying multi-purposed cleaner on it.

I’m going to be moving the huge stuff in on Saturday. Blessed by landlady and friends who generously offered their white good and furniture.

Gonna miss Kristi when I’m there, but will surely come back for late-nite movies and pure lazing around.

Moving to a new place is fun. I could remember how badly Huey Chi hates moving. But this time, I quite like it. Expensive, yes, but it’s a great experience to start living in a totally empty place and changing it into my temporary sanctuary.

seek and you shall find?

It’s not a good sign if your most frequently visited site is Seek.com.au.

I feel that I’m caught in a generation that’s desperate for direction—commonly known as quarter life crisis.

They say everyone has to go through this, but they didn’t say that it’ll take this long, or it’ll be this hard. I’m sorry to say this but sometimes it’s a little comforting to know that there are others going through the same thing as I am too; but as much as I wish for a job for my fellow comrades fighting this same war, I also wished I still have the FAMA’s financial support to rely on temporarily.

It’s so daunting to have the thought of not having next week’s rent in my bank account. Or to think of the debts that are way beyond my capacity to eliminate them. The pressure’s on me.

The world’s worst party you could ever end up in, is a pity party. Never ever go to one. It’s depressingly tormenting, and as how a Singaporean would say it “sienz”.

I’m trying hard not to be in one. So back to Seek.com.au I go. Lalala~

Sunday, March 7, 2010

the apologizing sport

I noticed that the most common time when people would always apologize (and I, too, for that matter) the most is when I play tennis.

“oh sorry sorry sorry” (say that in less than 1 second), would be what I’d hear the most when playing tennis. I’m hoping that my skills would get better so that I can say that too. Well, people only say that when they make a bad shot (which is not so often). But for me, it’s more like… “oh that’s a good shot!” (which is not so often). So to save my apologies, I’d say my sorries at the beginning and end of every game.

I used to live with a really sporty cousin, and would sometimes try to be part of her sporty world by going for jogs (ok… more like.. walks) , playing tennis, bike riding (till I feel like puking), doing some aerobics while watching tv, etc. And those were done just because I see her doing them so often, I don’t want to be left out. Since she got married, and I moved out with Ruby and Huey Chi, my only exercise was cleaning the house or chasing the cats around.

And as for my lifestyle now, I would say that I’m coming back to the whole sports-peer-pressure once more. Having a sporty boyfriend, obviously I’d wanna be part of his sports world, too. I’ve learnt that watching and cheering on a football match in front of the TV with a bag of chips is not considered a sport. So I’ve been going for tennis games every other week. I can’t say I’m getting good at it now. But give me a few more weeks, I’ll get there.

Oh yes, now that I don’t have UZY (the car I drove around in Adelaide), I’ve to make friends with the inconvenient public transport, and walk long distances to reach my destinations. The distance is one thing, the weather is another, and don’t forget the grocery bags.

So yeah… I would think I’m going to get fit in due time.

However, winter is just one season away… things may change…