Nightmare
JUST CAME BACK FROM BEING STUCK IN CUSTOMS FOR 2 HOURS.
Going to relieve my high blood pressure by stuffing myself with Mac’s curly fries.
Nothing much happened during the reunion, except seeing my cousin, who’s 10 years old, beginning to talk like one, but still eating and sitting like a 5 year old spoilt pig. Okay that’s quite mean, maybe a 5 year old spoilt kid.
This following conversation with my aunt also sent my blood pressure to the sky:
Aunt: So! What will you be studying in Uni?
Julia: Uh, I’m not sure yet.
Aunt: What do you mean “not sure yet”, you have to make a decision soon you know.
Julia: Yah I know.
Aunt: So? How about medicine huh? Medicine? Medicine?
Julia: I’m not very interested in becoming a doctor (Not to mention I’m not taking Chemistry etc)
Aunt: Not interested in being a doctor ah. Okay lor, architecture?
Julia: Yah I’m thinking about that.
Aunt: Still thinking ah? You can’t wait for your sister to make a decision for you, you know, and she’s already studying Psychology so you shouldn’t study that too (Uh, logic? Actually I just think that she probably thinks Psychology is a quack subject)
Julia: Yah okay, I’m still deciding.
Aunt: Architecture lah, okay? Architecture?
Julia: Okay okay, architecture.
Aunt: Don’t “okay okay”, architecture okay?
At this point I got tired of this round-about conversation and went up to my room. And that night, I had one of the most horrible nightmares of my life (so far).
The first part of my dream was all fine and dandy, though it was admittedly quite weird. I dreamed that I was half of a 18 year old couple who had to save my two children during the Korean War. Then suddenly it switched to a scene where my dad, mom and I were stranded in the middle of the sea, standing on a raft. So we jumped into the sea and swam to a large wooden infrastructure, which was just big logs being laid apart horizontally. We had to jump from log to log, at this point, I said, “Oh my God, only Hercules can do this!”
Then it suddenly switched to another scene, where my mom and I were walking to school. I was holding onto this super weird but CUTE animal! It was a blue little soft-toy which came to life every now and then. Then this is where my nightmare comes in.
My mom and I walked to the front of the school, a road lay between us and the back of the school gate. I looked to my right, and there was this little van which drunkenly swerved a few times before crashing into the sidewalk and fell. The driver was some random uncle whom I don’t recognize, but at that point his face was clear to me and I stared at him for a few seconds.
Then I looked to my left and saw my dad’s car crashing into a lampost, at this point the grass and trees all caught on fire at once. I grabbed my mom’s hand and we ran until we couldn’t see the fire anymore. I just kept thinking about my dad and felt this horrible pit of despair in my heart. My mom said, “That’s weird, he was supposed to go to the dentist but his fingernails were swollen.”
When we stopped, it was night time and we were standing in front of a huge mural of a pregnant Merlion, and the sky was cloudy with a few stars showing. The feeling of despair was growing bigger and bigger, and my mom said, “Jiejie will be home soon…” I retorted, “But daddy’s coming back.” “He’s not…”
I woke up and had a 20 minute full-blown weep fest. Even though I knew it was just a dream, I guess some of the adrenaline from that horrible feeling of despair overflowed into my consciousness. That, and I felt so bloody relieved that it was just a dream.
There are some elements of the dream that I can’t explain, like the Hercules comment and the swollen fingernails thing, but I drew a few links:
Korean War: I was doing my History homework before I went to sleep and one of the sources briefly mentioned the Korean War.
18 years old and married: My dad just told me that my grandma married at 18 and gave birth at 20.
Car crashes: Saw quite a few banged-up cars in Malaysia
Pregnant Merlion: WTF? I don’t know. I missed Singapore? My hormones are telling me that I want a baby? No idea.
Other than all that, the dream was pretty random… Man that was a really, really, really horrible nightmare. Hope it’s not a bad omen to have such a shitty nightmare during CNY. I’m not really superstitious but it’s quite creepy.
Okay my curly fries are getting cold.
Scored 19/30 for Brave New World quiz, 1 mark short of passing.
All because… I spelled “Helmholtz” as “Hemholtz”.
Shall be awaiting my self-esteem to be torn to shreds by K on Wednesday.
Food Dream
I have the most vivid dreams during my rare afternoon naps, today’s dream was pretty weird.
It was an Econs lesson with Miss Hon, except it was in a sort of living-room-ish place, with sofas, beds and vases everywhere. Then after complaining that we were tired of the lesson, she let us off for a break. I headed towards a couch and a girl, forgot who, asked, “Red wine or beer?”
“Beer,” I answered. Then she offered me 3 slices of bread along with the can of beer, the bread all sloppily smeared with strawberry jam. At this point, maybe I’m a stupid person in my dreams or something, I asked, “Is this blood or jam?” Then I lay on a bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Some classmates started wrestling and fighting each other, and I took a plastic spoon to scoop some butter out of a tub that was sitting on my classmate’s tummy. For some funny reason the classmate was one of the people who were wrestling, but the tub still balanced on his stomach anyway. The butter turned to vanilla ice cream and I just kept scooping ice cream from the butter tub and drank the beer.
Maybe I was really hungry during my nap? Cravings for beer, strawberry-jam-smeared bread, butter and ice cream all in one…
Yuck
Finished shit homework.
Printed shit homework.
Packed shit bag.
Waiting for a shitty tomorrow.
Getting ready for a shitty year.
So yesterday I chanced upon a National Geographic show called “Wild Sex”, which was basically about how contrary to popular belief, animals frequently engage in homosexual activity and how reproduction is normal even without sexual intercourse. So I was like, Ooo quite interesting. Instead of a detailed biological explanation that I expected, I got a 5 minute footage of lizard sex (Parthenogenesis as exclaimed in earlier posts), so I felt a little uneasy. Then they showed monkey sex. I felt more uneasy. Then they showed sea hare sex, which is the bloody weirdest thing that I’ve ever seen to date (I think the details will be too disgusting to share here). THEN they showed snail sex, and I screamed in my head, “OKAY I’m NOT going to watch SNAIL SEX,” and turned off the television.
Sorry I’m rambling. Just dreading school tomorrow. Sigh.
Material Post
Oops I accidentally deleted my previous post :/ How’d that happen?
Last year in a bag store…
Dad: Eh, can I ask you why girls need so many bags? Look at that! *points at a bag collection* It’s the exact same design except the sizes of the bags are different. Need so many meh? Just buy one and stuff everything inside lah!
Julia: You see, the small one *points* is for carrying light stuff, like makeup, wallet and whatever. But the medium one is for days when you want to bring heavier stuff like maybe an umbrella, camera, whatever, but the biggest one is used for like, if you wanna bring work stuff around – so it can fit A4 stuff. But besides all that, the size of the bag you want also depends on the shape and size of your body, the small one elongates your torso…
Dad: *wtf face* Jesus…
Today at Vivocity…
Dad: Hey! You know, I was at Takashimaya the other day and stumbled into a bag store, and the bags looked so nice! Like, crocodile skin man! Now I know why girls like bags so much! Quality is damn good!
Julia: Haha! What was the brand?
Dad: Uh. I forgot. But they looked really nice man! Come, let’s go buy one now! *drags me to CK Tangs*
We ended up not buying anything, but tomorrow, maybe I’ll casually mention the LV bag that I’ve been eyeing 
P.S: Jiejie, bet you’re reading this with a disapproving look right, haha.
On another note, while reading my friends blogs, I realized how much homework they’ve done as compared to my completed stack, or lack of it.
Shit to complete before school reopens:
1. Math assignment
2. Econs MSA revision
3. Literature “Men” Essay
4. Prep 2 Literature poems
5. Do H3 Literature proposal
6. Read Great Expectations guidebook and pray that it will save me when school reopens (Left the stinking book in school!)
7. Revise Othello and 1984
8. Do UN essay on China’s piracy/national sovereignty
9. Figure out whether H1 is being tested or not!!! What’s this rumour about it not being tested?
10. Study for H1. What the heck, better be safe than sorry.
Ugh so much shit in 10 days… I’m really dead.
Anyway, we had a sec 4C chalet today… Pretty much turned out like what I imagined – eating chips and talking rubbish with Teng, Yap and Sarah. Was rather surprised at the turn-out actually.
I guess these are the photos of the New Year!
