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Thursday, July 9, 2009
a different dimension

of late, little strange and warped things have been happening and i am really starting to ponder what they mean and what the universe is trying to tell me. my dreams have been dark and filled with death, and it includes family or people who are of importance in my life. they are misty, all of them are like im watching old black and white film; in retrospect but then again happening and too surreal. often lack of light.

work, well work's work but as much as im fully submerged in the culture, im too beginning to step out of the picture and something doesnt quite feel right. its cold and alittle less friendly than it already is. i cant place my finger on it, perhaps its me who grew cold and nonchalent.

now i get to the strangest matter of all. quietly creeping up on me for the past three months i'd say and i am bugging desperately for an answer with anyone next to me when it happens. always when i casually look up to check on time, whether it be my cell phone the computer a watch or in a car, time always reads in multiples of the same digit. and the most repetitive of them is 3.33pm, 1.11pm or am, 4.44pm, 11.11am. i dont understand this and why, do you? (below, just an example i manage to catch)


so as i lead my daily routines and go about life "normally", i am constantly reminded that somehow life recently isnt too normal for me. i am deeply puzzled and its making me feel down. this is dire, i have a pressing need to see that my life is part of a bigger picture before i slip into a wallflower, into oblivion.


12:42 PM
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