...how you know you are ancient.

You know you are not that young because you own an automatic camera.

You know you are old because you own an automatic camera that does not have a zoom function.

You know you are ancient because you still use your automatic camera that does not have a zoom function to take photos.

You know you are definitely ancient because when you ask a young waiter to take a photo of you and your friends with your automatic camera that does not have a zoom function, he doesn't know how to use it.

You know you are really ancient because when you ask a young waiter to take a photo of you and your friends with your automatic camera that does not have a zoom function, he does not know how to use it because he was looking for the display function in the camera to focus and there was none.

Is there anyone out there who wants to make me young again by buying me a digicam?

...the dreams before the wake.

Dreams are always weird.

I'm not even talking about nightmares. Just dreams... the ones that runs in your mind while your physical self lies asleep. R.E.M. That's what some people call the dream stage of your sleep.

For the past few months, I had been dreaming a lot. Dreams that occur the moment just before I wake up in the morning. The dreams that I dreamt are really bizzare. So many people I know were in my dreams - from those I see everyday to the friends I knew during my schooldays to people I hardly know except for their names. Scenes in my dreams changed so fast that I can hardly keep track of the places that I went to. Of course, as usual, logic does not apply.

Being me, I cannot really remember my dreams after a few days. However the moment I woke up, I could. Maybe I should put a pen and paper at my bedside to record my dreams as soon as I wake up. Some people say that dreams are subtle ways to convey something to your own self. Some feel that dreams do come true, albeit the opposite. Do you think it's time I analyse my dreams?

I guess the one recent dream that I will not forget (nor will my friends who have heard it) is the one about yours truly ended up with a patch of baldness. Thinking about it still brings a chuckle out. The funny thing is that the dream was so real. The most realistic dream that I ever had, in the sense that it mirrored my daily life and it was kind of logical. Maybe it was actually a nightmare. I certainly felt so that morning. I do agree with my dream analysts (i.e. my colleagues) that that dream was a reflection of my state of mind at that point of time. Well, if you want to know what my dream was, you gotta ask me personally. ;D

... the silent blog but not so...

No blogging for more than a month!! Well, not exactly.

Check out the blog I did on the RWMF that I attended in July. And just you wait for more juicy blog on another trip. Ooh... I can just feel it forming already.