the eternal optimist.
i did try being a pessimist, and boy, was that depressing. 
but when you do get something working your way, you’re so overjoyed. being a realist didn’t work for me. i don’t exactly like living in the real world – so full of things that weigh you down.
anyway, this isn’t about me being an optimist.
i’ve been contemplating on the contents of this post, with so many thoughts swirling in my mind right now.
since that dream, i’ve sought the meaning to my dream. i know it wasn’t just an ordinary dream if i could actually remember the entire course of that dream. it was something else altogether, and i was right. the dream was basically God’s way of telling me to deal with my emotions and come to a decision.
i struggled with the meaning of the dream, thinking, “Of course i’ve already made up my mind to trust You. What are You talking about??” it turns out that the ‘decision’ was nothing more than a hollow mantra to comfort myself temporarily, to numb the pain as it continued to eat away on my emotions. at the end of the wrestle, i came out truly surrendering it to Him, and having faith that things will turn out okay, because he’s my best hope.
and things started looking up from there. i woke up feeling uplifted. i went about my day, knowing things were truly gonna be okay, and guess what? he healed my other aunt. =) it’s another security deposit. i choose to believe it that way. it’s gonna take time, but i know he’s gonna heal everyone. i know it.
you know what, i thank Him for opening my eyes to see this. i thank Him so much for this opportunity to watch Him as He unfurls the plan slowly. He knows the joy i feel when i see a Master crafting His latest masterpiece. He knows all.
dear Daddy, i surrender everything else to you. i want to see the beauty that you will mold with your hands. i want to see and truly appreciate Your mysterious ways that are so beautiful and heartening to watch.
thank you for these eyes that see past the circumstances, and into the beauty of your artworks.
epic dream.
lol. okies. here goes. it’s monkeyh’s dream, so here goes the story (from his pov):
Dreamt we went to hogwarts. Not enough rooms so new students stay in great hall. they locked us in to stop us from disturbing the suits of armor and clown statues but didn’t tell us why. u itchy hands, unlocked the door and went exploring. me and someone were trying to get you to come back but you were convinced they were hiding hashbrowns from us. u got caught by a clown and he gauged out your eyes. the clowns were off duty because it was late, hence they didn’t have to be fun and cheery. and also you somehow trespassed into a clown’s hideout and saw him without makeup. that’s why you lost your eyes.
extra comments: Haha. See la. Curious some more.
*ROTF*
the aftermath.
ah. i finally watched inception. but hey, let me talk about my nightmare again tonight. >.<
this time i was in a car. we started off with a conversation. i was holding up a book in a plastic bag, telling the driver to drive carefully. apparently whoever that was hunting us down favored knives. sharp knives that penetrated plastic. my book happened to be a newly created material that was knife-proof. but it was just a sampling. we didn’t have any bulletproof jacket sort of thing. anyway, we were supposed to meet at a train station. meet up with my dad. T^T
i hate it when the dream gets personal. haha. anyway, we did, but we were ambushed. we were all attacked. i got slashed around my rib. medium depth. medium width. totally okay. anyway, had to dodge a few. it hurt. my dad died. 
i can’t take that sort of pressure man. haha. anyway, the scene changed again. oh, steel blue and steel gray were the colors of that scene.
next scene – brown and sunset yellow colors. anyway, we were taking care of a bunch of kids. a whole bunch of kids. and somehow someone kidnapped us. us i mean my bro and me. we escaped with almost all of them. but about 5 were left behind. we went in again, and got the other two out, but not before i got attacked by a human-monkey. it was as tall as my brother. and could talk. i could hear its controller telling it to hug me. just before a railing. i knew what i was headed for. it hugged me, but my hands were gripping the railing. there was a staircase. my brother helped me push my legs up, so i can flip over. and the monkey slipped.
meanwhile, a rescue team was sent to save the other three. there was a bigger brother, and two little girls. all to be eaten by a fat old man. really. it was dark and dingy. the brother was being marinated. near the barn floor. crashed in, rescued him. and the girls. killed the old man.
all the kids were now kept in a safe facility. it was a room with two doors. both doors had glass panels through which you can see the kids. but you couldn’t. not unless you were the parent. the panel and room would analyze the dna of the adult as they are outside of the room, and match it with the child inside. if it doesn’t, then, the room would act as an invisibility cloak for the kids, hiding them from plain view.
then i woke up. in a dream. hahaha. and i was packing my stuff. my hoodie gray jacket. and i cant remember what else. i should try these sort of dreams. lucid dreaming. would save me time in packing. haha. as if i don’t already have a packing list. == anyway yeah. that’s my dream.
dream interpretations.
all right, i decided to look up on my dreams, and what they really mean. but all i can say is that i don’t believe in any of them. and i just felt the need to put it up here for analysis. so-called analysis. haha. the interpretations really made me laugh, particularly because the images that i see in my dream have totally weird meanings. i just don’t see how they can connect between the subconscious and the conscious. ><
first of all, i went to look up on nightmares. i’ve been having nightmares, and although i don’t wake up in cold sweat, i still don’t like the feeling it leaves me in when i wake up.
A nightmare is a disturbing dream that causes you to wake up feeling anxious and frightened. Nightmares may be a response to real life trauma and situations. These type of nightmares fall under a special category called Post-traumatic Stress Nightmare (PSN). Nightmares may also occur because you have ignored or refused to accept a particular life situation. Research shows that most people who have regular nightmares have a family history of psychiatric problems, are involved in a rocky relationship or have had bad drug experiences. These people may have also contemplated suicide. Nightmares are an indication of a fear that needs to be acknowledged and confronted. It is a way for the subconscious to wake up and take notice. “Pay attention!” Click here for a more in depth look at nightmares.
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and there’s an in-depth look on nightmares.
You have had a nightmare or two at various parts in your lives. They are quite normal. But what exactly is a nightmare and why do you have them?
Nightmares are a subcategory of dreams. The distinction of a nightmare is its frightening and/or emotional content. You tend to wake up in fear in the midst of a nightmare. Because of its frightening nature, you are more likely to remember your nightmares and the vivid details. They have a bigger impact upon your waking mind. Its images stay with you throughout the day.
Some studies show that people who are more sensitive, intuitive, creative, or imaginative are more prone to have nightmares. this may be because they are more empathetic and more in tune with their surroundings.
One reason for nightmares may be a way for your unconscious to get your attention about a situation or problem that you have been avoiding. It is time to take notice and confront the issue! Sometimes nightmares serve to warn you about your health or an accident. However, often times nightmares stem from a deeper level indicating that something is troubling you from within your subconscious. Discussing, analyzing, and understanding your nightmares can lead to a solution to some problem, internal conflict or personal difficulty.
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emphasis mine. anyway, i guess this means that i shall never be able to rid myself of nightmares. in fact, it could very well be the most frequent sort of dream i’ll get. for life. and about the part about nightmares used as an attention-grabber really ticks me off. haha. particularly because i believe in escapism. and that i do practice it. being an escapist would mean that i prefer running away from problems and confrontations. i’m a non-confrontational person, when it comes to emotional matters of course. it’s not a good thing, but i really don’t think there’s anyway around it. i shan’t change that part of me. after all, if i can find a better non-confrontational way that is more effective, why not right? anyway, yes, there’s a problem i’ve been avoiding – packing up. lol. really. that’s all there to it. i think. i don’t quite remember having any other problems.
and since my nightmares are usually similar in themes, i looked up on recurring dreams.
Recurring dreams repeat themselves with little variation in story or theme. These dreams may be positive, but most often they are nightmarish in content. Dreams may recur because a conflict depicted in the dream remains unresolved or ignored. Once you find a resolution to the problem, your recurring dreams will cease. Click here for a more in depth look of recurring dreams..
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okay. looking back in my dream journal, i really don’t see how i can solve a conflict with a massive black dog that wants to gobble me up. or an angry riot mob. or a group of angry cultists. really. and the theme of my dreams are usually chases. yes. i can’t seem to get rid of that theme somehow. sometimes the pursuer is a massive black dog, sometimes an angry riot mob, sometimes their serial killers.
In these dreams, the scenario features you being pursued by an attacker, an animal, a monster or an unknown figure, who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Consequently, you run, you hide or you try to outwit your pursuer. Your actions in the dream parallel how you would respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress or various situations in your waking life. Instead of confronting the situation, your dream indicates that you have a tendency to run away and avoid the issue. Ask yourself who is chasing you, so that you can gain an understanding and insight of the source of your fears and anxieties.
The pursuer or attacker who is chasing you in your dream may also represent an aspect of yourself. Your own feelings of anger, jealousy, fear, and possibly love, can manifest itself as the threatening figure. Or the shadowy figure can also symbolize rejected characteristics of your self. You may be projecting these feelings onto the unknown chaser. Next time you a dream of being chased, turn around and confront your pursuer. Ask them why they are chasing you.
Consider the distance or gap between you and your pursuer. This indicates your closeness to the issue. If the pursuer is gaining on you, then it suggests that the problem is not going to go away. The problem will surround you until you confront and address it. However, if you are able to widen the gap between your pursuer, then you are able to successful distance yourself from the problem. In essence, the problem is fading away.
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haha. the gap between my pursuer and me usually differs. last night, it was close. so i guess my packing problem is going to surround me and not go away until i confront it and start packing. lol. really now, i’m amazed at how people seem to take this seriously. anyway, so i looked up on interesting facts about dreams. these were the really interesting ones, anyway. out of a whole list.
3. Dreams have been here as long as mankind. Back in the Roman Era, striking and significant dreams were submitted to the Senate for analysis and interpretation.
10. Men tend to dream more about other men, while women dream equally about men and women.
11. Studies have shown that your brain waves are more active when you are dreaming than when we are awake.
12. Dreamers who are awakened right after REM sleep, are able to recall their dreams more vividly than those who slept through the night until morning.
15. Toddlers do not dream about themselves. They do not appear in their own dreams until the age of 3 or 4.
16. If you are snoring, then you cannot be dreaming.
22. The original meaning of the word “nightmare” was a female spirit who besets people at night while they sleep.
#3 – lol. i really think that the romans really had nothing to do, besides owning slaves and conquering the world. i mean, they’ve finished copying and pasting all their gods from the greeks, and even did a downsizing to pile on more jobs for some gods while dismissing other gods they thought were too minor to handle anything. so roman gods were good at multitasking, although now their schedule was busier. i wonder if the busy and packed schedules contributed to unanswered roman prayers to save their army before the empire crumbled?
#10 – i wonder is that why i find most women are concerned about their dreams than men? because men dream about other men, and it would be weird if they start talking about just how much they dream of a certain guy friend. lol.
#11 – and since our brain waves are more active when we’re dreaming, that is a good reason for me to sleep more. and dream more. to keep my brain active. so, in the future if cryogenesis of the human body is a widely available technology, i guess we don’t have to feel afraid that our brains rot and the cells eventually die if we create a software to simulate a virtual world, which would cause them to dream, and thus, activate brain waves. wow. i’m a genius.
#12 – i usually wake up right after i dream. that’s because so far the dreams have turned out to be not in my favor, so i wake up to think of how i can modify it and adjust it when i get back to sleep. so yeah.
#15 – wow. i find this amazing. really, what do toddlers dream about? would they remember? i wonder if i showed them toy story repeatedly, would they have dreams of those? that’ll be so awesome!
#16 – hmmph. i agree with this. i snore when i’m really tired, and don’t remember any dreams. my parents snore all the time. guess they don’t dream then. so… which begs the question, is it better to dream or to snore? oh. i just checked. it’s better to dream. lol. snoring deprives you of restful sleep. 
#22 – gawd. i have this homosexual spirit humping me several times of the night then.
i’ve also looked up on my emotions when i dream. i normally feel angry or hungry. never happy. poor me. huhu.
Anger
To dream that you are feeling much anger, forewarns that you will be involved in a terrible and tense situation. Your loved ones will let your down and disappoint you. It also forewarns that once solid ties will be broken. Being angry in your dream may have been carried over from your waking life. In your dream, you may have a safe outlet to express such emotions. You may have some suppressed anger and aggression that you have not consciously acknowledged.
Hunger
To dream that you are hungry, signifies a feeling of unfulfilment in some area of your life. You may be starving for love. recognition, power, sex, wealth, or fame. You are longing to achieve something that you have desired for awhile. Alternatively, the dream may simply be that you are really feeling hungry and it is being manifested in your dream.
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hmmm. i’m still unfulfilled i guess. this is sad. maybe because i’ve abandoned my creative outlets for too long. huhu. and my hash browns. poor hashies.
and, i’ve dreamt of certain things such as being a pirate. lol. that was awesome indeed. fending off enemy attacks by launching bombs at them. mwahahahaha.
To dream that you are a pirate, suggests that you are taking advantage of others. The dream may be a metaphor that you are “pirating” something and taking something that does not rightfully belong to you.
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To see a ship in your dream, denotes that you are exploring aspects of your emotions and unconscious. The state and condition of the ship is indicative of your emotional state. If you dream of a cruise ship, then it suggests pleasant moods. If you dream of a warship, then it means that you are experiencing feelings of aggression.
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was the pirate. so that makes me commanding a warship, does it not? lol. although i would dearly love to apologize to that friend i’m taking advantage of, i cannot, for the life of me, remember just what i was taking advantage of. bummer. and i’ve looked up on several things that have occurred in my dreams. just for fun. i honestly think it’s silly. but that’s maybe because i don’t remember my real life situation at the time of the dreaming. *shrugs*
To dream that you are stranded on an island, suggests that you need to get away from the demands of your daily life. Or perhaps you are running away from a situation instead of trying to confront it. Alternatively, the dream means that you feel cut off from society. You are in a rut and do not know what to do with your life.
To see chocolate in your dream, signifies love, celebration and self-reward. It also suggests that you may be indulging in too many excesses and need to practice some restraint.
To eat chocolate in your dream, indicates that you are embracing your own sensuality.
Skull
To see a skull in your dream, symbolizes danger, evil or death. Alternatively, a skull represents the intellect or secrets of the mind. You are keeping certain things hidden.
Panther
To see a panther in your dream, signifies lurking danger and enemies working to do you harm. It represents darkness, death, and rebirth. On a more positive note, panthers signify power, beauty and/or grace. Consider the feel of your dream to determine which meaning applies.
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hmm. lol. first point about the island could be true. hahaha. meaning i’m trying to run away from a situation. and that i need to get away from demands of daily life. but then, i don’t have much of a daily life. ooh. lol. i dream i ate chocolate cake in my dream. lol. that means i’m sensual huh? XD and the page says nothing about dreaming of multiple skulls. >< i dreamt of specifically two skulls man! what does that mean?? i’m super intelligent?? hahahahahah. panther is interesting. i shall see just what exactly does it denote in real life. i have no idea what kind of danger i could be in. hmmm. hopefully not my flight.
anyway, that concludes my thoughts on dreams. lol. now i’m off to search for cute emotes. til next time. =)
i can rival a few action-packed movies.
ah. another nightmare. what makes it unique is that it’s divided into 4 parts. i woke up after each part, but still the dream continued, as though i had not woken up.
first part:
i was talking to pastor vic, jialerd and another man and was explaining just why i could not make it to church on sunday. i told them i had to catch the night train on saturday, and i’ve already promised them. somehow they didn’t like it. was asking me why my parents didn’t let me to come to church. i couldn’t convince them that they had their valid reasons. so they told me to attend a conference. i agreed.
woke up.
second part:
i went for said conference, and when i arrived there, it was break time, though break time was almost over. so i had to warm up the rice and eat chicken wing. chicken taste okay, although cold. then somehow something in me told me to go home. i realized that everyone was too friendly. too focused on the new person. me. and i could see some leaders approve. somehow, had a funny feeling of the place. felt like a cult. didn’t know anyone. but everyone knew me. freaky. it started to rain. i couldn’t go home. i was stuck. and they knew i was a threat. so they placed me in a small zen garden-like facility. the place was made of wood, and as i took a tour, i saw that the back way was had a slanting drain going to a strange wide, concrete pool area without the water. someone told me that there was a black panther prowling at the end, ready to tear me to shreds if i ever ended up there. i saw a network of flower beds without flowers, but soil in them, walled with concrete, and it led to the exit. i told myself i’ll get out somehow.
woke up.
third part:
king called on my home, and he apologized for not sending me back. just coz he had important things to deal with. he explained that he went for a drag race at the borders of malaysia-thailand, but easily could have sent me home. to sarawak. i was stunned, and didn’t know how exactly that would work. he explained, and as he explained an illustration window (much like a virtual holographic screen) appeared with the illustration. i saw a vast continent, which had a hole in the middle. then the hole was filled with water. and in the middle was west malaysia, and east malaysia. he said that they joined together last night. and so the two land masses combined, in the screen. i was stunned.
woke up.
last part, part four:
i tried to get out of there. i saw kelvian, and we got out together right out the front door. there were two men in front of us, wearing local football jerseys. one was yellow and black, vertically striped. instead of a pathway, or a road, we were met by a staircase of rails. instead of proper steps, it was rails. like the railings normally used to support ourselves going up or down a staircase. with huge gap between them, but somehow the guys thought it was okay to walk without trying to balance themselves or mind the gap. one fell through the gap, and below, by now, i realize was a street riot. saw all kinds of people fighting there. they pulled him down. i was so afraid. by now we were round the corner, and i realized that there was another girl holding kelvian’s hand. i looked, and she pushed us towards down. i nearly slipped, but managed to get up, although there was a man who pulled my feet. i kicked him. kelvian somehow got into the fight, thinking it was fun. i had to pull him away. they got his legs. i pulled harder, wrenching him free. we rushed up, back to the zengarden facility. by now the steps look like normal steps. not railings.
the riot got more energetic. they began coming after us. hordes of them. we ran, trying to find an escape. i remembered the slanting drain and back exit. as we looked out the window, we saw cult members being transported out in black vans. almost as though in hurry. running away from the crowd. i forgot about the panther, and went into the drain. there was a net covering the drain. i saw the panther just waiting outside the end. i struggled my way to the top. and came out safely. saw many more panthers, all running out of the exit. the crowd scared them. somehow. i took it as a bad sign. so, we balanced our way through the network of flower beds. and reached the exit. near the exit was a coffeehouse. we sneaked into a car. i got in the back, kelvian in the passenger seat in front. he couldnt drive. injured his leg badly. i had to drive, but panicked. couldnt get in front from the back coz it was blocked. a lady came in, joined us. she was running away too.
woke up.
and that was the end of it.
one significant thing: i dreamt that a janitor told me to try out meeting up with jialerd and pastor in the beginning. this was dream memory that i got in the end. something like my character remembered something.
strange lucidity
ok. so i had another bout of weird dreams. this time seem to involve a lot of my friends.
jialerd and i were in the phillippines, and we went to see ps vic and family. lol. and he had two girls. kristen was already about 3 or 4, and she had a baby sister. and we got to explored their apartment a little bit. i don’t know why it was so gloomy, but anyway, somehow alvin tan and li lian were with us. we then explored the streets, and came across this guy, who was a famous hongkong star. he brought us to dinner, and all us girls had this weird vibe about him. turns out that he was gay. and liked alvin tan. oh man. awesomeness. so by the time we managed to escape, the scene changed.
i was going on a camping trip, with stanley and jialerd. i was informed that we were going to an abandoned island, and that once you get there, you can never come back unless you’re a dutch. so i had to ask the fishermen who brought us there, and i was the last to join the campers, because i was busy trying to get a dutch name right. foregnsen. >< see? i still cant get it right. anyway, when i joined the group, i was nearly picked on, but stan and jialerd managed to shield me from the trainer. apparently because he was cruel to latecomers. XD anyway, we started doing pushups, and he came to see how i was doing. since i was ok, he didn’t comment, and i stopped.
then we were taken to the mainland, where we visited a craft shop. woot! having sales somemore. and i have a coupon to buy as many free stuff as i can. here’s where my brother comes in. he was standing near the counter, and apparently, the guy told him there was no need to line up. so he didn’t. and i was looking for loads of craft stuff, but couldn’t find enough. =.= that’s when i got frustrated and woke up.
no rest for the wicked
again. i have strange dreams. the latest is rather… alarming.
i dreamt that my grandmother, from my mother’s side, was bound to a wheelchair. she got depressed, and refused to take food and medicine. just when people thought it couldn’t get any worse than that, she committed suicide. i don’t want to tell my mum this, but i think i should. i don’t know.
then after that, i dreamt i was in india.
a friend and i were selling our clothes. i remember choosing the clothes to be sold off, from a portable wardrobe. a young boy of ten approached me, and wanted to buy something for his sister. it would have cost him 41cents, but he hadn’t the money to pay for it, and had all the cheek to ask for it for free. my friend told me that i should give it to him, but i insisted that he worked for it. i remember thinking in my dream that i would want to raise him up, and teach him the ways of making money so that he could survive on his own next time.
and then, it quickly changed to nilai. i dreamt that i was transported to campus, but it was the “old” campus, and it felt like subang jaya, rather than nilai. anyway, i remember that i had a church dinner at the ground floor of the uni building, because they had a restaurant there. and the old campus was at my old house’s backyard. i remember after dinner that i led some church members to my house. i saw my grandma, and she said that there was something interesting to see at the back of the house. as i went down the wooden stairs, i saw skulls. a new one, and an old one. just two. i was scared, and so went back up. as i turned around, i saw this huge dog inching up the stairs. a dog of monstrous proportions. i quickly shut the door behind me, and saw that he had scratched out a peephole for him to peep at me. scary. his eye was the size of my head.
then i quickly got out of there, and there was a train station on the other side of campus, and since we wanted to go elsewhere, we went downstairs, and was about to cross the road when i saw a nightclub called “the spot”. that was the end of my dream.
i don’t understand why i have been having dreams, but according to justin, it means that i was in the post-rem stage of my sleep, which means that i’ve been getting quality sleeps. i guess that’s a good thing then, although the nightmares/dreams aren’t good for me.
oh, a few nights ago, i dreamt that i was seated at a table, with other people with me. we were given a generous supply of wrapping papers, and i could pick and take the ones i fancied. as usual, i took a pair of each design that i liked. when i sorted them out, i found that i took quite a liking to some others and reached for more copies of the particular designs. to my disappointment, there were none left, and it was mysteriously replenished and replaced. as i got up, there was this old man who could only speak chinese, and he took hold of my hand, and i screamed. i tried taking it away from him, but his grip was tight. i pulled and pulled till i succeeded, and then i woke up.
i would love to just stop dreaming and have a good deep sleep. that’s all i want.
something wicked this way comes
okay. i’ve been trying hard not to eat a full meal just before sleeping at night, and yet, i’ve managed to get a nightmare. i don’t get it.
thanks to my hungry cacing in me, i’ve been having supper just before bedtime. and that led to my overactive imagination just as i go deeper into slumber.
the first nightmare that i could remember:
- i was yelling at jialerd not to go near the water and to throw the keys to the gate back to me. don’t know why she so slow, she actually threw the key into the water itself, and out came this gorilla. we ran, and we discovered a dead woman curled up in a fetal position in a body bag.
then it got violent:
- i was talking to a friend at school, then i remembered that the corridor we were walking through was haunted, when i turned around, i realized she was a ghost. i ran away, got into a car, and sped on the highway, only to witness a shooting. eventually we gave chase to the shooter, and tried capturing him, which was highly publicised, and he was sympathized with by the public, and he wanted to kill me.
just when i thought it’ll be over:
- i saw 2 persons that i’ve “hurt” over the past 3 years. hurt as in, really, truly hurt. and never spoken to again. for the rest of my life. the second person is more likely out of anyone else to have done this to me – put some sort of death wish for me in my dreams. walau.
anyway, i shall pray before i sleep. Christ can do all things. God, take this away from me, unless you have something to say to me, then I shall listen.
my week off
I have this knack for disappearing and appearing when I feel like it, and when people don’t expect it. It’s an escapist tendency that I just have in me, and I don’t feel like changing it anytime soon. When people get way too close for me, I’d just go poof! down the rabbit hole into my own wonderland.
This time around, I’ve been missing because of the Raya break. My father insisted that I returned back to Miri, to coach my brother for his finals. I went back on Monday, but most of my friends went back on Friday itself. Oh, well.
The only one left behind with me was Jia Lerd. Heh. We were just bored out of our minds, despite having our assignments and lab reports to keep our minds and hands occupied. Until one day we walked past Stanley’s car outside block H. Oh. That was the highlight of our holidays. Nothing like a good, loving prank to kickstart a relaxing break. Awesome, no?
We got busy on Saturday and Sunday, and asked a lot of people to write stuff for Stanley. Some of them are sweet. Some disgusting. Some are just plain funny. And some were reminders for him to stay faithful in his walk. Overall, we did a good job of redecorating his car. We even had the entire process well documented in pictures and videos. This will be my prank for the semester.
I got back on Monday, and it was okay. Nothing to rah about. Spent my week lazing around in the daytime, went to Audrey’s house to pass her the gifts we bought for her, went to steam my hair, went out with Rachel, Kim Teck, Muammar and Basil and finally I’m back home. Haha. Well. All crammed into one tight week.
Anyway, God really helped me a lot throughout the week, and I want to thank Him for that. Woo. Had great food (chicken for dinner, almost every nite XD ) and great company. Was a little lazy, and told my mother that I’m only back for long holidays, instead of short. Especially Chinese New Year. I don’t feel like going back.
Oh. Had nightmares about my quiz. Haha. I dreamt that I was on a roadtrip, and my bladder was full at the time, but that didn’t matter much. As we approached INTI, back from our road trip, I realized that I had class. As I fumbled through my cluttered folder to find my schedule, I kept pulling out other people’s schedule, and wondering how on earth did they get in there. Anyway, by the time we reached INTI, I figured my schedule would probably be in the room. So I raced up the stairs of what looked suspiciously like my secondary school staircase, only to be blocked by stupid stuffed animals. Oh. Hate them. But I found my schedule among them, and realized that it was a Saturday.
=.=
I woke up and went to pee. No point holding back my full bladder much longer. Especially not for a stupid dream like that.
Ah. Ok. I’m going to stop here, and just get on with my chores. I have a lot of things to accomplish by tonight, before Jia Lerd gets back. Heh.
