Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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Location: Paris, Island of Monte Cristo, Singapore

"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Dreamworld.

Last night, I had 3 dreams. In which I remembered two only.

First was this man/boy/male person whom told me that he was not allowed to leave this shop because he was imprisoned there. The feeling was light hearted but strange at the sametime like someone was spying on me. He was selling plants in many shapes of pots hanging on a white wire frame shelf design thinghy. I noticed the shop had very strange angles, like octagonal structures at the ends of walls and stuff with glass panels. He couldn't leave because he was trapped by something, which would be a good question to ask him. I liked the shop though. Then, Woke up exactly 3 seconds before 6 am, heard my clock chime 6 times after 3 seconds, went back to sleep... 2nd dream.

Involves growing grass ... not weed or drugs but just plain carpet grass you see at golf courses. I touch the ground with my hands and grass sprouts out according to the design I want, patterns and shapes, faces of people and cool landscapes. For dry areas, I have to water it first then touch it or go over it with my hand to make grass grow. I made many patterns of grass and it was like a park, I loved that part of the dream. However inside that dream I also dreamt of dismembered body parts and decapitated heads of unknown people on the dry land prior to watering it and growing grass on it... of course by now I am so accustomed to such gory stuff and "horrific" scenarios that I didn't feel threatened or that it was a nightmare. Woke up... prepared for school.

Most people don't know this but, people sometimes say they feel they are "squashed by ghosts" or "demons" or trapped in a dream and not being able to wake up. I get that like average 10 times each month, whereby I couldn't wake up... when it first happened to me in primary school I was absolutely terrified though. I realised it was called Sleep paralysis.
But now, Its like a normal part of life when I dream. A good tip is to try to wriggle your toes. Or you can remain calm if you cant wriggle your toes and eventually you will wake up... don't bother shouting because you just make some stupid funny noises instead and everyone will be laughing at you after that.

Dreaming to me is like a new movie each night, never did get bored of it. Everytime its something new, new people, new places, new scenes. Sometimes I get 2,3 or even 4 dreams one night depending on how many times I actually wake up. They say people who dream alot think too much during the day, I think thats true!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

The silence and the torture.

VERY Long hiatus due to whole slew of tests that aim at trying to judge our learning. Seriously, these tests do not judge learning but memory. Over the years, I feel poly is more and more like a memory testing institution whereby the students just memorise all the text present in the notes! Sometimes I see questions that are just based on pure memory, whether or not you picked it up and memorised the crap from the whole stack or notes...

Now thats so exciting! because, 1) I really didn't enroll for a Diploma in Photographic Memory. 2) I didn't enroll for Diploma in Please-be-like-a-supercomputer-and-input-as-much-text-as-possible-
into-your-hard-drive.

So what did I learn? Simple! Memorise everything and don't ask questions because nobody cares whether or not you understand, the truth is you just need to place the whole chunk of text you read 100000 times over onto the paper and you get the full marks!

I love it! Fantastic! C'est Magnifique!

You just lose your sanity after a while because its pointless to labour so hard because all the places in localU is already taken by the higher people and WE have to go abroad anyway. Whats the point... there is none. And then you realise your job sucks later on when you get your degree because its just propaganda and hype. Why should we labour so hard to earn our money when others labour 1/2 as hard and earn TWICE as much as us?

**Take note that obviously this post has been laced with sarcasm all over.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Cryptic Dreams

In the dark night, the room was illuminated with the pale blue light of the moon. It was so late yet you said the night has only began. You told me ... what would be of our future. Then you said, I must wait another few years. Maybe by then would time have already completed its journey and all things come to be. So cryptic, then I had a headache in which we slept through together, you said, warmth is found when two people embrace. I said, Ego is the man's only way to keep his existance. You held me, but realised I was almost etheral, dreams are only meant to be dreams. Maybe it was that I fear intimacy that prevents the bonding of us... you said, life is only about bonds. I said the bonds are meant to restrict... then I let go.

Woke up

Had an even worse headache afterthat. Damn those dreams!