Facebook

Facebook is a double edged sword. Why? While I was job seeking, i Google-ing a personnel from a particular organisation and found his/her Facebook account.

I tried Google-ing another person from a different company and found his/her FB account too.

So I decided to tighten the restrictions on my account access. Just in case they find old skeletons in my closet.

An Account of a Weird Dream

Imagine taking a break in a workplace - an office. Walking towards an exit, you see a toilet. In my dreamland, there aren't any ladies' washrooms - an obvious 'occurrence' since i've never been in the ladies' toilet.

After finishing your business, you exit the toilet but the corridor back to the workplace disappeared. Instead, you stand beside a bottomless pit in a dim background. There's a handrail (those seen in emergency exits) across the (dark) wall, it leads to a another door on the other side. Vaguely, there was a huge curtain of water - a waterfall perhaps flowing downwards the bottomless pit.

I wasn't alone, there was a tall, lanky guy dressed in long-sleeves working clothes. He attempted to cross the pit stepping on top of the handrail, but he fell. Ahhhhhhhhh~~~~

There was also a lady, who stood beside me. I couldn't tell how she looked like but she's got her hair tied up in a bun behind. She was ahead of me when i crossed the pit.

I fell too while crossing it - i always do in my dreams, strange. However, i enjoyed the fall. I landed on the sidewalks, right beside a office block. But instead of a towering building, the office block was actually a rectangular pit - so i 'fell' upwards. After that, i pressed a button calling an elevator and entered.

Then i woke up.

Change

After the supplementary exam (gosh, the word 'supplementary' sounds so ... miserable, anywho,), i wanted to try something new. NEW! - something i've not done in a long time, and regardless the magnitude.

So, I went to a meeting of a socialist advocates - the Socialist Alternative. Since I do not have pictures to post, I shall not elaborate on that particular outing. A pity because the Trades Hall on Victoria street is quite unique.

Second interesting event, I got high, REALLY HIGH. I was so high till the point that it hurts and tickles at the same time. It's so different from alcohol.

Thirdly, is... i forgot, slipped my mind. Ah yea!! I'm gonna start reading Star Wars books. I'm not sure how many books are there, but its cult-like popularity intrigues me.

I'm taking small step at the time, as there are more pressing matters ahead of me.