lately, since re-starting my miniature endeavors, i’ve stopped dreaming. dreaming as in the REM sorta thing. when i sleep, i wake up without remembering anything, other than utter blackness. at first i didn’t know why, and it felt so strange to be without dreams. somehow, some time after that i realized something.

i dream because i have no creative outlet at that time. that’s why my dreams are so wacky, so peculiar and so colorful. i don’t gain any inspiration from my dreams, but my subconscious appeared to have been searching frantically for the perfect creative outlet. hence, the implosion.

unfortunately, i’ve slowed down, miniature-wise. i’ve ventured back into writing again, as you can see from my previous posts. writing helps me put my emotions into neat, perfect categories. especially if i can decant them into characters, make them live it out realistically, so that i do not have to do it on my own. it helps keep me busy actually, and i really don’t mind it. unfortunately, i might not have time to write much now, since my exams are so near! and then i’ll be back in malaysia! whoopdedoo! can’t wait.

ah. speaking of which, i’m in a dilemma. i’m not sure what to bring home and what to leave behind – craft-supply, i mean. also, i’m gonna have to start packing now and clean my room. sigh. okok. gtg. church soon. nites.