the more i think about it, the more i feel it's true. that people blog cuz they have no life. i'm at home for dinner on a saturday evening, something that hasn't happened in quite a while. apparently somebody went to genting to watch his miriam. er-hem.

my driving last friday night was back to its terrible state. it got to a point when i thought the instructor couldn't wait for me to get out of the car. therefore i don't see myself getting a class 3 license anytime in the near future.

i guess reality has a way of rubbing itself into my subconscious and therefore my dreams are usually warped versions of what happens in real-life coupled with my innermost thoughts about stuff. in last night's dream i imagined i was driving my dad's car without a license, without his knowledge. and somehow even though i didn't know the roads, i just somehow made my way to this huge place which looks like the expo. fast foward. i was going up this hill with alvin leow and there were all these picture-perfect monuments in the distant. the skies were all dark and there were red hues in the distant, something like the kind of weather you see in lord of the rings as frodo approaches mount doom. then i visit this house (supposedly it's alvin leow's house)..and there's lots of people and socialites. the decoration is designer and everything is branded. but later i learn that everything are just fake goods or that they got rich through some illegal method that i can't remember. saw someone else i know (shall not say here) who looked like she lost weight and looked kinda weird. there was a mysterious aura about her. a week or two back i dreamt something about my most disliked aunt finishing up all the curry puffs in this gathering at chinatown and left none for me.

anyway today i met up with alvin poon, eugene, teng and kenneth for lunch at nydc. our last meal before alvin's bmt recourse. absolutely can't wait to see him without hair haha. then i went to sao3 mu4 with my family..it's pretty much the same procedure each year. it's just that i can never remember where my relatives' resting places are at the columbariums. and i've been coerced to go for this day trip thing tomorrow courtesy of my paternal grandma who signed us all up.

what a weekend.