Saturday, May 31, 2008
The dream so vivid. Geex.
Imagine moving in shown e way to a room with 3 beds laid in a similar fashion side by side. The windows are at e far end tightly shut. Few of e indian girls were seated on their beds. The floor is full of fine brown dust, similar to that i used to experience in a dusty, noisy, enclosed environment where dust filled e air and clearly visible under light. As if i was on a beach but the ground was casted with a centimeter of fine dust that covered e ground partially.
I was then brought to my room, 2 doors away from e first room. The house or apartment was of high ceilings and e walls were of white color.
Similar to e first room,one bed stood aloof against e wall, of direction perpendicular to that of e beds in e first room. Similarly, a simple metal silver frame with white bedsheets. Similar yellowish-brownish dust filled e floor and a similar noise came from e window. I decided to open e window and i saw e dirty-green duct bent in a similar fashion, vibrating. Afar, probably across e street, rows and rows of flatted industrial plants stood. Suddenly i understood e reason for e dust. Dust flew in so rapidly that i quickly shut e window after that. No wonder e window was shut all e time. I felt that how could this kind of harsh living conditions possibly exist in our modern day and e girls aint even complaining about it at all. Later on, i saw wilson telling me he had no choice as he wasnt allowed to view e room before he signed e contract.
In a totally separate dream, i tried to scale up a bright yellow spiral metal stairway to e top, using my hands to grab and pulling myself upwards.
If you asked me why i had such an absurd dream, i have no idea. Nothing seems to be related to me, what i'm up to lately. But probably some points in my recent events sparked off that. Like wilson not as a person, or e brief view of e barn.
That aside, i'm glad to have time to relax finally, after a hectic week, not having to be packed with endless activities. Seated infront of e computer, doing whatever, taking my time, and finally dozing off. Walking slowly in e mall, popping into e stores wherever something caught my eyes. Totally lost track of time. There isnt a need to check e watch, cos i'm not rushing. Great feeling!
Started on e animation works. I didnt realised it's so tedious. Or probably it was because i'm a layman. Frankly, i havent even begun e actual animation, merely getting e bits and pieces ready.
Jeff mentioned that's a little over-killed. But i was entirely puttting it together for god's sake, but a partially because i've always wanted to get started with it and now there's a reason for it. Suddenly it dawned on me that computer design/graphics really isnt easy. No wonder designers can spend hours and hours infront of e square screen.
Narnia. Would it be nicer than accuracy of death?
Done with fireworks, e ending is a little dang though. Why would she suddenly give up just like that? Really that much touched by e two of them? Did she ever loved him or merely making use of him throughout? Her intentions, i still cant farham.
But i guessed, you dont really have to be with e person to be happy? Being near, knowing he/she is doing well, happy and providing that hand wherever it is needed is good enough.
Imagine moving in shown e way to a room with 3 beds laid in a similar fashion side by side. The windows are at e far end tightly shut. Few of e indian girls were seated on their beds. The floor is full of fine brown dust, similar to that i used to experience in a dusty, noisy, enclosed environment where dust filled e air and clearly visible under light. As if i was on a beach but the ground was casted with a centimeter of fine dust that covered e ground partially.
I was then brought to my room, 2 doors away from e first room. The house or apartment was of high ceilings and e walls were of white color.
Similar to e first room,one bed stood aloof against e wall, of direction perpendicular to that of e beds in e first room. Similarly, a simple metal silver frame with white bedsheets. Similar yellowish-brownish dust filled e floor and a similar noise came from e window. I decided to open e window and i saw e dirty-green duct bent in a similar fashion, vibrating. Afar, probably across e street, rows and rows of flatted industrial plants stood. Suddenly i understood e reason for e dust. Dust flew in so rapidly that i quickly shut e window after that. No wonder e window was shut all e time. I felt that how could this kind of harsh living conditions possibly exist in our modern day and e girls aint even complaining about it at all. Later on, i saw wilson telling me he had no choice as he wasnt allowed to view e room before he signed e contract.
In a totally separate dream, i tried to scale up a bright yellow spiral metal stairway to e top, using my hands to grab and pulling myself upwards.
If you asked me why i had such an absurd dream, i have no idea. Nothing seems to be related to me, what i'm up to lately. But probably some points in my recent events sparked off that. Like wilson not as a person, or e brief view of e barn.
That aside, i'm glad to have time to relax finally, after a hectic week, not having to be packed with endless activities. Seated infront of e computer, doing whatever, taking my time, and finally dozing off. Walking slowly in e mall, popping into e stores wherever something caught my eyes. Totally lost track of time. There isnt a need to check e watch, cos i'm not rushing. Great feeling!
Started on e animation works. I didnt realised it's so tedious. Or probably it was because i'm a layman. Frankly, i havent even begun e actual animation, merely getting e bits and pieces ready.
Jeff mentioned that's a little over-killed. But i was entirely puttting it together for god's sake, but a partially because i've always wanted to get started with it and now there's a reason for it. Suddenly it dawned on me that computer design/graphics really isnt easy. No wonder designers can spend hours and hours infront of e square screen.
Narnia. Would it be nicer than accuracy of death?
Done with fireworks, e ending is a little dang though. Why would she suddenly give up just like that? Really that much touched by e two of them? Did she ever loved him or merely making use of him throughout? Her intentions, i still cant farham.
But i guessed, you dont really have to be with e person to be happy? Being near, knowing he/she is doing well, happy and providing that hand wherever it is needed is good enough.
# posted by momaurskox : 2:07 PM
