Thursday, April 28, 2016

Can dreams carry its own message?

I'm still unsure on how to make of it. I'm not the type who easily breaks down in her dreams, but it caught me this time - especially since it involved the love of my life: dogs.

I dreamt that I was experiencing a difficult phase in life (dream meets reality?) when I'd always see a Golden Retriever around me. Although the dog was wearing a leash, the owner was nowhere to be in sight. It was like the Goldie was sent to cheer me up or soothe the negative emotions I felt because I'd feel much more peaceful after spending time with it.

Towards the end of the dream, I saw the same dog; it was wagging its tail furiously. Something in me suspected that this could be the last time I'd see the Goldie. I knelt in front of the dog and hugged it, whispering, "Yes, I know you've to go. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Only thing I didn't expect was me crying my heart out after uttering those words - to the point that I woke up with tears streaming down in my face and shortness of breath.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Snippets of my Saturday in Bonython Park

Never in my life did I expect that I'll do what I did, but since Mama Carrie was rather interested with the hype surrounding Nutella, we took the bus to Bonython Park.

Only problem? I didn't expect it to be so sunny on an autumn's day. I was standing in the queue under the burning sun until I was about to collapse from the exhaustion. It didn't help that my poor ears were turning tomato red.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Just a quick update

*waves hand from Hades*

Pardon the Greek literature inference there. It’s a subject that I’ve always loved during my high school years, especially in Grade 11 because of the mythology in it.

For those who aren’t aware of what Hades stands for, it is the name attached to the underworld managed by the god of the same name and his female companion, Persephone. At the gates of the underworld, the three-headed dog, Cerebus, stands there as a guard.

Please do correct me if my interpretation of Hades is bat crap wrong. It’s been a long while since I last read about it.

There has been a couple of things that occurred after my last post, and looking at the table clock, I don’t know if I want to spend the next hour bashing about it when I should either be catching a break or strangling the assignments until it turns blue (pun intended).

I guess it won’t hurt to have a summary of it because either way, I need an outlet for the thoughts. Blame it on the academic stress and overactive brain, lol.

Those who are following my Instagram and/or Facebook friends with me may have already caught wind of this, but it was a couple of weeks ago that the three of us managed to catch up again after a busy start to the semester. The only problem was that he was running late and I had to decide if I wanted to skip or attend the criminal law lecture.

I guess it’s pretty obvious which option I chose. *shrugs*

There definitely was an exchange of presents between us. Well, technically, it can’t be considered so because my sister and I already passed him the souvenirs during O-Week, but anyways. As she had to leave for her tute, her departure meant that we’d be hanging out with each other until one of us had to leave. We eventually ended up heading off-campus for a quieter and more private environment.

Since it’s something that he gave me in good faith, I’m not going to reveal it publicly, but if I were to give you an inkling, let’s just say that I didn’t see it coming.

That’s the first incident.

Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s something that my History classmate and I used to do when we were freshmen in college: as our classes sort of finished at the same time, we used to catch lunch at the nearby hawker centre selling economy rice – away from prying eyes and wagging tongues to catch up.

The second incident would be me zoning out in front of the computer screen – in tutes! And it’s not happened in such a long time! *sighs* I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the work of mental exhaustion; it’s been one hell of a roller coaster since the beginning of March with both academic and extra-curricular activities. My assignments are all due in the same week of the mid-term break.

I’m unsure whether to shout in relief that I have the holidays to refine the work or scream in agony over the fact that I can’t enjoy the break. I’ll let you know my reaction when the semester resumes again.

With that being said, I’m lucky enough that most of my lecturers are able to prevent us from losing our attention (especially last week’s Equity lecture, where the lecturer gave a visual illustration – through videos of a game show – of how behavioural analysis helps the court in determining the fiduciary obligations). Or better yet, guessing the interpretation of song lyrics during our first Australian Constitutional Law lecture. 
Our brains are still half-dead for 9 am lectures. 

Speaking of half-dead, I hope there won't be any public holidays on Fridays anymore. I can't fathom the idea of forcing myself awake at 6.45 am (when I barely slept) to rush for an 8.30 am class again. Traffic's unpredictable at the peak hour and I'd rather be earlier than on time. At least I'm guaranteed both a seat and a tick for the attendance. *winks* 
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