2:56am-track 8 of some sammi cheng song is playing.Now since I said in the last blog I was supposed to rant about this weird dream and room 312. The dream started as me buying a crashed car.I looked closer and realised it was 2 crashed cars and had gotten a good deal (why i bought a crashed car to begin with?) and I also realised that one of them was a white civic EG(oh joy!) 4 door and erm looked pretty distastefully modified. Apparently I was at the chop shop so I asked the guy what needed fixing; and weirdly for a civic that just assrammed another car all that needed changing were the bonnet and (get this...) plastic rectangular windshield. I told him to get it fixed and went looking for rims to which this old man brought me to this dark room with rims on the floor; this old man looking a lot like this accessory shop owner in klang for some reason....and weirder still I had been to this rim room in another dream I had months before. Although it looked much much better back then with better selection. The dream kinda ended when he showed me how he integrated rims into his rattan chair...I think it's a sign of too much silent hill.
"Room 312 is significant. That's because that's your 'special place', where mary is waiting.It is etched in my mind somehow, this number, this room of revelations."
Okay now on to real ranting......this week has been a week of sorts...I've rekindled my love for vehicle modification and chinese music. Things seem to be heading in a very different direction, though not very rapidly (not at the rate I would want it to anyway) Well , as they say too much of a good thing does not necessarily mean a good thing... gotta be careful, have a semester to protect. I would want to write some more, but there are some things best left unwritten...