Last night I dreamed I stabbed a stranger with a chopstick. Twice in the neck, and once in his right eye.

Today at DiD, K sang two love songs, one in Mandarin and another in English. It’s been a while since I last heard a love song, let alone one that was delivered well. I felt an odd shiver down the spine, then did not want to speak to anybody else for the rest of the day.

I don’t like love songs very much any more. I guess that explains my long-standing preference to trance.

Today I leaned against a door and blacked out for a second.

I’m tired of living a double life.

I am beginning to really enjoy internship. I think it’s the sense of duty and responsibility that I seem to take a fondness to. Feels like I’m part of something bigger.

And the fact that I can navigate quite well in the exhibition, thanks to Peibao.

5 more months of this to go.

Today I have learned not to be arrogant. I have learned to not suppress, but to acknowledge and let go. I have learned that patience is a true virtue, and that reasoned and wholesome acceptance is the way to harmony.

I feel like pushing my head into the ground, while my hands berate the body for indecision.

I feel like my mind is being poisoned by last night’s dream.

I had an epic dream a few nights ago. I dreamed that of an evil father again, and this time he killed and literally gutted a few sisters. I didn’t know I had so many sisters. I escaped somehow with my stomach lining slit, but I survived. I escaped with the help of some people through strange spacecrafts.

And just last night, I dreamed of a female student through training in a school. Despicable.

On Wednesday a good portion of PCS went to Zirca, Rebel and Lunar. I think we all had a good time.

Today my father told me this very seriously.

“Shawn, you’re all grown up already. Don’t fold clothes, ok? It’s very unlucky.”

I was torn between sighing in exasperation and laughing.