Dreams don't quite make sense sometimes. It's funny how when you're in your dreams, it all made sense, but when you wake up and happen to remember the dreams, they don't make much sense. I guess it's probably because we can only remeber bits and pieces, and so they seem disjointed.

I still remember a strange dream I had from last week. I was back in my house in my home town. Not really the house, but the alley in front of my house. For some reason, my grandma and I and maybe one more person were walking down the alley. It was a dead end, and we were going to the last house at the end of the alley. I dont' know who we were visiting, but we ended up in someone's house. I fell asleep on someone's bed and the sky turned dark and came a heavy rain. Suddenly awakened, I found someone crouching by the door, as if trying to open the door but couldn't. It was my grandma. Suddenly felt very sad to see her all curled up in that position. So I went and tried to help her and realised something funny. She was fading off and I couldn't see her clearly. I thought to myself, "This is bad. I better get her to bed". Then I carried her to the bed and we both got into bed. I remember thinking how nice it was to be able to hug her to sleep. Then the dream kind of ended. I woke up remembering what my aunt said about how grandma went to hide at a corner in the hospital after she had a blood transfusion. She didn't want to stay in the hospital and wanted to go home. It was a close call and they thought she wouldn't make it. I cried, silently, when I heard that and wished that I was there. There's no doubt that she's at a far better place now.

I guess I just miss her. Wish I could give her a hug now.

Years ago, I created a silly little poem about days of working life. As you can see, I was quite bored at work. Not really a poem actually. Just some words. Today I'm suddenly reminded of it when my friend asked me, "So do you like Tuesday?". Then I realised it's probably because I grumbled to her about Monday yesterday...

Feel a little detached these days. A little sick, a little tired, a little less motivated, a little lethargic, a little distant, a little weird. I wonder if a little of everything will add up to be something else. Got off to a bad start on Monday. Kept wishing that I was sick so I can take the day off and rest. And so it happened yesterday. I don't think I was really sick, you know, like the kind that you can't function properly. Told the doctor that I feel a little dizzy, a little headache, a little unwell and a little coughing. Doctor said if I have had enough rest. I thought and said, "I guess not". Sometimes I can't really tell for sure if I'm healthy or sick. I guess I just wanted to do nothing for one day and not work.

I think I have what I call 發呆症.

If you only have time/money to watch one movie this week or this month, may I recommend to you a tender love story, "いま、?いにゆきます". The official English translation is "Be With You". You can also find the synopsis/details in English from the TBS website.

Haven't been touched by a movie for quite some time, with the exception of "A Moment to Remember" I watched recently. I remember feeling equally touched after watching "Love Letter" some years ago. All with great storyline, excellent acting and beautiful cinematography. Come to think of it, I should compile my list of Top Ten movies of all time.