Alternate Reality or Supernaturals?

Okay, so after a long time of deliberation and procrastination, I'm finally here to update my blog.



I don't want to blame my absence on the tests we were having. I'm not going to say that I did not update cause I was busy studying for some common tests that I'm going to do freaking well in.


Because I was busy wasting my time for the past month. I might not have blogged frequently instead I went for shopping frequently, which is why I'm sitting here happily grinning at my laptop screen thinking about that gorgeous top I bought.


I watched tonnes of shows online. I read lots of nice books and here I am, day dreaming about some hot fictional character. I wasted my damn time. And you know why I'm telling you all this?


So that I can show off later on, when we get back all our test papers saying "Haha, I never study get so high, you study day and night also can fail. Life damn unfair hor?"


Like that would happen.



Now, back to serious business.



Dreams. To me, dreams display an ability of our subconscious that supercedes the ability of our conscious. When we dream, the information scattered around our brain are randomly gathered and the synapses along with logic neurones relate memories with one another to form alternative memories to the ones we initially had.



Here is where the idea of an alternate reality comes in. With the bend in space and time, it might be possible for us to one day discover another world akin to ours with another you and me in it. Till then, the dreams are the only things we have to get a glimpse of the possibilities and beyond.



Not dreams where you dance with some hot movie star or dreams like the ones where you get pulled down from a high rise flat by an old couple with Arthritis and you break out in cold sweat. I am talking about dreams where it all seems too logical and you wake up wondering whether it actually happened or not.



Sleepwalking. It's the same as this logical dreaming. It is again about the bend of space and time when you'll actually do something you are not aware of even though it's what your mind is telling you to do. And you don't remember what you did when you get conscious.



Just imagine one morning, waking up to find a plate on top of your toilet bowl. Or on a another occasion finding your tupperware in the fruits plastic bag in the fridge.



Two freaky things, and I'm not going to confess that it happened here, in my apartment.



"Oh my God! I think it's the you know what's. Scary la, man."


"Erm, Sherene, it's most probably someone sleepwalked."


"Cannot be la. Have you noticed that there're lots of stairwells that don't make sense here? It's really something! There's something here."



One blames it on supernaturals. Another would say it was someone's subconsciousness that lead to this. But neither can proof their stand.



And here I am, blogging about what my roommate and I can't seem to come to an answer.



So what is it? Alternate reality or the supernaturals?

Waffle Craze

It looks at you fearfully,
You look at it hungrily.


It shivers in its place,
You wriggle gleefully in your seat.


It says its last prayer,
You give your lips a last lick.


It screams in anguish,
You sigh satisfactorily.


It shrieks in acute pain,
You burp loudly.


It disappears forever,
You hope it will reappear.



You look at the remains,
Of that fateful waffle.



You remember how delicious it tasted,
But forgot how terrible it felt.

Transformers. More than meets the eye.

You sign in to blogger knowing that you haven't updated for quite long.


And your dashboard greets you with something like,



We are excited to announce that Blogger is now available in three more languages: Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian!



And that makes your day.


Finally, being able to blog in Persian. What a delight!


Right. I have gone slightly out of my mind.



Mind you, I had a 5-hour journey back home by bus with my cousin right beside me.


Smelling the aura of men sweat was not bad enough, I had to get a conversation going with the guy. Let me remind you, he's the guy who gives you a plain 'Yes' or 'No' answer for every question you ask him.


That's the guy I thought I was going to spend the 5-hours with. But no, I was wrong.


Mr-I'm-Chinese-Educated-And-A-Social-Outcast-Boy is now a Mr-My-English-Is-Good-And-I'm-Quite-Hot-Boy.


Like when a pig becomes all hardworking and smells really good.


I could go on and write a whole big essay on pengaruh rakan sebaya on my blog because this is what his new friends at Taylor's made him into.

Or I could happily post pictures of my now hot looking cousin all over my blog for publicity.


The guy transformed, I tell you. He smells like aftershave now. Really good aftershave.


I'm running out of words to express my disbelief.


Too tall, nerd looking boy. Now painfully good looking.



Has the world turned upside down already?