How to Lucid Dream: For Dummies

If there's one thing I can talk about all day, it's lucid dreaming. A couple of years ago, back when I was in high school, I first experienced lucid dreaming. At first, I was clueless of course. What the hell is happening? Why does this feel so real and surreal at the same time? Also, where is my body?! The first thing I did - as I recall it - was to ride a broom stick and pretend I'm a witch straight out of Hogwarts, and then I remember riding a red sports car and running over people in the streets (too much GTA, I know.) It was extremely fun, so much fun that the excitement woke me up!

New Domain, who dis?

What's up everyone? It's been a few months since I've put up something on my blog. Who am I kidding? It's been half a year. I either went on a writer's bloc spree, or my life hasn't been really interesting the past few months. (I lied about the last part, my private life is really interesting at the moment. Might write about it in the future, I don't know mate.)

Exploring Oil Painting

You know that art set they usually give artsy children in the 90's and early 2000's? The one with complete set of oil pastels, colour pens, charcoal pencils, erasers, sharpeners, etc.? I can only reminisce the feeling of getting one for Christmas. Seeing the neatly stored colors on that piece of plastic box gave me warm feelings inside as a child.

Stranger Things

Recently, I have been watching and catching up with a lot of films and TV series. Being employed on a job on its vacation period, I had a lot of time to kill. I needed to do something to quench my thirst for movie and series watching. Within the past few months, I have finished watching How I Met Your Mother, and Breaking Bad. I am also following Game of Thrones and Big Bang Theory, and Outlander, all of which are ongoing and I am just waiting for the next seasons to be out. Imagine the agony!

The Trouble of Growing Up

I can still recall the smell of my father's workshop. It was a small and cluttered space situated on the second floor of our rented home. It is a very memorable area of my childhood for me, because it is the place of my earliest memory. I was four at the time, while my sister, Pamela, and cousin, Bea, were just one year old toddlers. I can still remember how little they were, how hilariously tiny they looked, and how they smelled like milk all the time. Most of the time, they suck on milk bottles while half asleep, but during the day, they get by with their pacifiers. My sister had two of them, a pink one and a blue one, and no one could take them away from her.