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| 06.29.04 (8:50 pm) [edit] |
My mind is really screwed up as I type at the moment. And all this because of a simple sms. A year and 3 months. I've already almost lost count. A buzz on the cell. A simple hello. A short reply was texted back. The phone went dead after that. Whoever came up with the phrase "[i]If you love her enough, you should take a step back and let her go[/i]"; well, to the author; "F**K YOU!". Damn :(
I really miss her...
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| How do u start your week? |
| 06.28.04 (4:27 am) [edit] |
Do you have morning rituals which u perform religiously before setting off to work?
This is mine during a typical weekday:
[i]7:10am : 1st alarm goes off. Hit the snooze button.
7:20am : Alarm goes off again. Mumble... mumble... **stretch stretch**
7:25am : Take a visit to the bathroom to freshen and wash up.
7:35am : Decide what to wear for the day.
7:40am : Make myself a warm mug of chocolate, take slow appreciative sips, grab the daily and quickly skim thru the headlines.
7:45am : Lace up, say bye to everyone in the house, walk out to my car.
7:50am : Start engine. Drive to work while listening to the radio.[/i]
This is what happened this morning.
Rays of sunlight burning my eyelids thru the windows. Picked up alarm clock. 8.10am! Bloody hell... I forgot to set the alarm last night!
[i]8:11am : Stormed into the bathroom. Squeezed toothpaste into mouth, gargled, splashed water onto face simultaneously. Somehow, I got some toothpaste into my eye. Screamed like some bapuk faggot.
8:14am : Grabbed a pair of jeans but didn't bother to change the shirt I was wearing. Ah... what the hell. No belts. Baggy pants are in anyway...
8.16am : Swallowed 2 tablespoons of malty chocolatey powder and washed the whole thing down with water. Choked on that mixture like some ashmathic piglet.
8.17am : Didn't bother to lace up. Grabbed my flip-flops and stormed out to the car.
8.18am : Drove like a possessed madman to the office, tailgating every soul in sight. I think the drivers were trying to play charades wiv me when I passed them. Loads of finger pointing... hmm... weird.[/i]
Good news was, I'm only half an hour late. Woohoo! I'm AWESOME!!! :twisted:
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| Bored |
| 06.26.04 (10:44 pm) [edit] |
Nothing much happened for the past few days. Work, eat and sleep. That's pretty much my agenda for the last several days. Which was why I'm so glad when the weekend arrived. Some alone time to get a little well deserved rest. Was flicking thru the channels on the satelite TV when I stumbled across this chinese action flick called "So Close". Ended up watching the whole thing. The only reason I decided to watch it was that the lead actress, Shu Qi looked mighty fine in it (hahaha... so sue me! I'm 100% guilty for being a fanboy :P). Anyways, since I had an extremely boring night with no agenda to fill, I thought I might as well start doddling again. I really like playing with pencils. Long story short, no prizes for guessing what the topic of my sketch was. I hav never tried drawing potraits before so the results were kinda lame (I mostly sketch non-real/graphic novel characters since the lines are easier to follow). Didn't realized it was so hard just to get the sketch to slightly resemble the reference pic I had in hand. Started at 2.30am. Done by 3.40am. Ended up with a sketch which doesn't remotely resemble Shu Qi. Looks more like Siti Nurhaliza (some local Malay singer)... bwaahahaha! My head hurts like hell now... damn... I need to sleep earlier...
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| Senseless, barbaric murder. |
| 06.22.04 (8:23 pm) [edit] |
I don't blog bout current events nor do I blog about politics. But today, I'm making an exception in regards to the brutal murder of South Korean hostage, Kim Sun-il at the hands of the Islamic millitants in Iraq. It left me in shock as I read the headlines... especially since the beheading of Nicholas Berg in a similar fashion happened just about a month ago. These despicable acts cannot be justified no matter what cause nor consequences. Innocents lives were taken. For what? Just to make a f**king statement to the world? Bastards. It's really heart-wrenching to see what the affected families have to live through; and seeing how the bloody media exploit these moments make me sick. All I can say is the world must now adopt a zero tollerance stance towards extremists and bring these murderers to justice. Easier said than done, yes. But it's better to do something now than for the world leaders to just show how appalled and disturbed they are about these events. Nick Berg and Sun-il don't need your pretentious sympathies. They lost their lives. Just do something. This blog entry is in memory to those who perished in a world which have gone crazy.
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| It's good to daydream :) |
| 06.19.04 (11:48 pm) [edit] |
Let me get something straight first and foremost. I suck at pool (okay WC... you can quit laughing and rolling on the floor now :P ). I've only played the game some 4 times in my life. I never did bother to ask anyone the actual rules of the game nor the proper techniques employed during play. It was basically down to observing and trying to emulate what the other player was doing. So when a fren invited me for a couple games of pool last night, it was indeed an eye opening experience. Unfortunately... I had to make him pick his jaw from the ground after I showed him how I expertly blasphemized the game. Once recovered from the initial shock... I guess he felt obligated to teach me the basics before I make a complete fool out of myself. Here're some pointers I picked up during the short session:
1. Align your line of sight as close as possible with the white ball. Go low if necessary. Ideal position is with the cue almost touching your chin.
2. Pool isn't all bout power. I'm amazed at how much a lighter touch can improve my game. Sacrificing a little speed for accuracy never hurts.
3. Look around before you align yourself for the shot. I think I accidentally poked way too many ppl last night with the cue stick and was rewarded wiv a nice dirty stare everytime I did it. The pissed off chick in the black top at the next table was pretty hot though... Woohoo... hahaha... ;)
4. Use short strokes. I used to take long strokes and this made my shots fly all over like a beheaded chicken coz my hand was really wobbly.
5. Booze helps your concentration immensely (okay... I made this one up... bleh).
Anyways… wiv this new found knowledge; I believe I’m a changed man. No longer am I mortal. I can knock the socks off any seasoned pool player I come across now. I will go on to conquer the World Pool Championship in 2 weeks flat. I will have fanatical fans all over the globe. Great powers come with great responsibilities. I promise I will use my new abilities only for good. I will treat my worshippers wiv respect… but it doesn’t hurt to exploit them or demand for a virgin sacrifice every once in a blue moon.
I will now take a nap before embarking on my destiny. Oh yeah… btw WC, thanks for the pool lessons ;)
Muuaaahahahahaaa… Zzzzzzzzzzzz…
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| My new rig... not! |
| 06.18.04 (8:51 am) [edit] |
My trusty home pc finally waved the white flag. Kinda suprised since it's only like 3 years old. Should have lasted a whole lot longer. Don't feel like getting it fixed... coz me thinks it’s pretty major after hearing that disturbing “bbz-zaapp!!!” sound; just before it konked out. Besides... I'm in the midst of saving up for a new notebook so I don’t intend to burn anymore moolah. I guess I'll just have to bear with being pc-less for the time being. Mabbe for bout 2-3 months, while accumulating enuf funds to purchase my new rig (no more lavish dinners wiv frens… sob… sob…). I could still use the workstation in the office to surf and blog. At home though, I'm limited to very basic wordprocessing on my PDA. Which I shouldn’t complain since it’s better than nothing. Just recently acquired a second hand add-on keyboard for my PDA, so continuing to blog shouldn’t be an issue. The keyboard isn’t exactly fullsized... but way better than pecking away on the touchscreen using the stylus. Try writing 3 pages of text with the buggy character recognition software. Sheer torture. What I have right now feels like a stripped down pc but with a way smaller screen. Ah… beggars can’t be choosers… Here’s to better things ahead ^_^
*Update : The keyboard caved after 2 weeks of use. Damn lousy quality. I'm back to being PC-less. Will be looking for a replacement soon... sigh...
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| Of enthusiasm, bikes and a whole lotta pain... |
| 06.17.04 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
"Let's hit the hills today!" [i]Yong Tau Hu [/i] wrote enthusiastically over one of the mass emails I've been receiving daily. It's been 4 months since I last biked. In fact, I hardly did anything remotely physical since. But I knew couldn't turn down the offer since I've been wanting to find something physical to do to get the blood pumping after the long hiatus. So I jumped at it. "Okies... meet you guys later then... same place k?" I replied.
5.30pm. Headed straight for the carpark and zoomed home to pick up my bike. Lo and behold... it was in a sorry sight. Blanketed in dust and both tires flat as a pancake. Gave it a quick wipe... a few pumps of air and I threw it into the trunk of my car. Dumped the rest of my gear and off I went to our usual biking spot.
I was late. [i]Kambing Bukit[/i] and [i]Yong Tau Hu[/i] were already waiting at the base of the track... raring to go. I looked around as I quickly unloaded my stuff. "Where's [i]Big Cheese[/i]?" I asked. "Ah... he arrived early... he's already got a 15 minute headstart over us... see-lar... all your fault... haha..." [i]Kambing Bukit[/i] replied. "Okies... okies... u guys go ahead first..." as I finished attaching the wheel to the front fork.
[i]Kambing Bukit[/i] started pedalling furiously uphill while [i]Yong Tau Hu[/i] waited patiently for me to finish gearing up. "Sorry-lar dude... didn't expect the jam juz now" I sheepishly told [i]Yong Tau Hu[/i]. "No probs man... juz don't fall too far behind" he replied. I've famous for being inconsistent when biking. I can bike like a mad-man today... be worse than ashmatic pig the next week.
We were off to an enthusiatic start. Nice pace pedalling uphill. So far so good. The track was really dry and rocky... which is good. I hate mud. Abhore it in fact. 15 minutes into the ride... I started falling behind. I told [i]Yong Tau Hu[/i] not to wait up. He nodded and whacked the cranks up a notch. My 4 months of inactivity have started to rear it's ugly head.
It's obvious that I was hyperventilating. But I stubbornly plodded on. Of the numerous times I've climbed up this hill... I've never missed reaching the top even once. I don't think this trip will be an exception. I got off my bike and started pushing it up, hoping that my my pulse would drop to a more acceptable rate. Eventually... my head started feeling less woozy, and I could continue my uphill climb more comfortably.
Passed the halfway mark. Hmm... maybe that was a false alarm after all. I'm a little slow today, but I really didn't mind as long as I reach the rest house at the top. As I plodded on towards the three quarter mark... I started feeling a twitch near my left calf and ankle. I ignored it... dismissing it as slight fatigue. 2 minutes later... a really huge muscle spasm wreaked across my left lower leg. Shit... this is bad.
I dropped my bike and fell to the ground. I was lucky there weren't anyone around to see my gracious tumble. The throbbing hurt like hell. Yup... I'm the latest victim of muscle cramps. Everytime I try to move my left leg... I'm hit by another wave of muscle spasm which only seem to increase in intensity. What can I do? Nothing. So while sitting helplessly on the dirt track, I grabbed my cellphone and punch in a few numbers. "Hello [i]Big Cheese[/i]? Um... I don't think I can reach the top this time? Hehe... leg got small problem". A voice boomed back, "Really? Okies... u hang in there. I'll let the rest know." I could hear some chuckling in the background.
So, as I waited for the spasms to go away... I sat there by the side of the trail like a pathetic lost gerbil. A few elderly hikers passed me. "Hello young man... what happened? So fast already [i]pamcit[/i] (slang for out of breath)?" As if I wasn't humiliated enuf. Bleh. I could only muster a sacastic smile and told them... "Haha uncle... it's been a while for me". They then continue their hike down... laughing like hyenas at my expense. Ah... don't care-lah...
Bout 15 minutes later, [i]Kambing Bukit[/i], [i]Big Cheese[/i] and [i]Yong Tau Hu[/i] finally made their way down to meet me. "Wei dude... u ok-ah? U damn potong stim-lar... KO-ed so fast :P " [i]Kambing Bukit[/i] asked. By this time, the cramps have subsided. "Sorry-hah ppl... I out of shape liao. I gambate more next time hokay? We go down now k?" I replied.
By the time we got down and packed our stuff... it was getting dark real fast. I limped back with my battered ego. Ahh... need to get home and put an ice pack on my really sore lower leg muscles. Gonna laze around on my super comfy sofa like Jabba the Hut for the rest of the night. Also, a really big bag of chips, a few litres of cola and a good movie on the idiot box to help nurse my pride... hahaha! Yeah... I'm a bum... but a really happy one... at least for tonight... kakaka...
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| I don't wanna know... |
| 06.15.04 (1:21 am) [edit] |
Listening to...
[u][b]I Don't Wanna Know [/b][/u]
[b]by Mario Winans [/b]
[i]Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
I don't wanna know
If your playin me, keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if your creepin, please don't let it show
Oh baby, I don't wanna know
Oh baby
I think about it when I hold you
When lookin in your eyes, I can't believe
I don't mean to know the truth
Baby keep it to yourself
I don't wanna know
If your playin me, keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if your creepin, please don't let it show
Oh baby, I don't wanna know
Baby taught you better then me (taught you better then me)
Then why you fall asleep (why you fall asleep)
Shove 'em off and stay, what you used to do to me (do to me baby)
If your better off that way (better off that way)
Baby what I like to say (all that I can say)
Go on and do your thing and don't come back to me
(Stay away from me baby)
I don't wanna know
If your playin me, keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if your creepin, please don't let it show
Oh baby, I don't wanna know
If your playin me, keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if your creepin, please don't let it show
Oh baby, I don't wanna know
If your playin me, keep it on the low
Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if your creepin, please don't let it show
Oh baby, I don't wanna know...[/i]
* I intentionally omitted the parts by P. Diddy... coz I think this song is so much better without them. Totally mesmerizing song.
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| Guess we're human after all... |
| 06.14.04 (9:10 pm) [edit] |
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I remember reading this little thingy somewhere before... though I can't recall where I got it from. Makes kinda an interesting topic to talk about. We males can simply be equated to wine. In the beginning, we are like grapes on a vine. We like to think of ourselves as the most caring, lovable, macho, sweet, romantic, capable beings to walk the face of this earth. Little do we realize that we're actually crude, lazy, pig headed, sloppy buggers with egos the size of Jupiter. Not for long. Along comes womenkind to squash our perceptions and mash whatever nonsensical traits we hav left in ourselves. Over time, we gradually ripen into beings which are at least slightly worthy of being taken out for a little fine wine and dining. Women usually hope that we will eventually mature into connoisseur type wines like cognac. But usually, guys end up maturing into bottles of el-cheapo fifteen dollar wines. Finito.
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| Et tu sucka? |
| 06.13.04 (8:14 am) [edit] |
Them gremlins are back. Yeah... those devils on 2-wheels. But the group have started dwindling down. Ain't that bad the past few nights. I guess they finally realized how [i]'moi lei tao'[/i]/idiotic it is to continue doing those no brainer 5-second sprints all night. Especially on those dinky bikes of theirs... *sic*. I don't really care bout these morons during the weekends coz I usually sleep real late and I can afford to wait them out. By the time I hit the sack at around three in the morning, the neighbourhood is as dead a morgue. Ah... bliss.
As much as I find those kids irritating, I have to admit that I always had a soft spot for bikes. Especially when I was their age. My dad knew this guy who was totally into 2-wheelers and I had access to all these facinating Jap bike magazines which totally blew my mind. I jammed my head with all sorts of useless bike related info and nonsensical acronyms like EXUP, DELTABOX, SRAD ducts, YPVS, RC Valves, etc. And while my friends were only talking bout Hondas and Yamahas, my head was dreaming bout Bimotas, Aprillas, Moto Guzzis, Binellis and Buells.
I began riding bikes way before the legal age and found them to be really liberating. Sure... they were small capacity 2-wheelers, but it gave me a taste of the intoxicating wind in the face feeling. I got my licience pronto the moment I hit 16 and within 2 months, I was the proud owner of a spankin new 2-stroker. Drained my bank account dry to purchase that bugger... but hey... I was happy. This was the bike to own back then... and boy... did it sound sweet, and it ran like a scalded cat (at least that was what I thought bout it at that time).
Oh yeah... I also wreaked the thing within the first week of ownership. Was on the way back from school when I found a number of really sweet corners. Whacked the throttle, popped the clutch... wooohooo! I'm king of the road! Unfortunately... the third corner was peppered with fine sand; which I didn't see till the last minute. The moment I started leaning into the corner, I felt the tire give way. Next thing I knew, I was sprawling on the road, torn school pants, multiple bruises, some road rasberies (those beautiful abrasions when flesh meets tarmac) and a pretty nice repair bill. Still, I was grinning like an idiot when I picked myself off the road. Thankfully, the only thing broken was my bike and my ego.
I sold off my black Yamaha bout 2 years after that. Was thinkin of gettin a bigger bike, but it never did materialize. Being a student, I never had enuf funds. At 18, I made a pact with myself. When I get a decent job, I'll get a dinky little car and put all my funds into a spankin big bore bike. A Mira would suffice for 4 wheels but I need at least a mean looking Kawa for a bike. Funny, how things turned out. It's been 5 years since I've been working for this company. Now I'm the owner of a mid-size sedan (albeit a problematic one) and a really dinky asmathic 100cc bike. Sheeeesh... what was I thinking?!?! Whatever happened to my resolutions? I have absolutely no idea.
What I do know is; during the course of life, there is never a constant. Things may change, priorities may shift, ppl may come, ppl may go, we'll never know. What is important is that we live each moment without regrets and take the things which happen as it comes. Life is 5% planning, 95% living. Or something like that. Nite ^_^
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| The din of the night... |
| 06.09.04 (8:43 pm) [edit] |
Shite. There's officially a new menace in my neighbourhood. Everynight, without fail, a bunch of idiotic kids will turn up with their 'kapchais' (small capacity underbone bikes) and make one heck of the ruckus till past midnight.
It started off pretty harmless a few weeks back. A lone youngster was riding along my neighbourhood when he found this road in front of my house. Now, this stretch of road is real sweet. Newly resurfaced, hardly any traffic during the night and a nice straight where you can hurl yourself at insane speeds till you reach the T-junction some 5 seconds later down the road.
This kid was truly enjoying barrelling himself up and down this straight with his dinky little bike. Which was fine since he wasn't making all that much trouble. Big mistake. This little bastard decided to invite some of his S.O.B. pals along to join him the following night.
An arsenal of pocket rockets arrived. 2-stroke nightmares with modified chamber exhaust, perforated silencers and more neon lights illuminating the damn thing than a bona-fide UFO. As the pea-brained @$$holes raced up and down the road with demon-possessed glee, their machines were making way more noise than a Slipknot concert.
Sorta like the shrilly whine of a moronic siren calling helpless sailors to their doom :evil: To compound matters, a crowd started gathering, cheering the racers on. This went on for many nights. Which drove us poor residents nuts.
Finally, last night, one extremely irate neighbour decided to call the men in blue. Funny thing is, the little devils caught wind of it and left the area pronto before the patrol car arrived. But not before gunning their engines to an ear-splitting cresendo for a full 2 minutes, then vanishing into thin air.
But I'm pretty sure they will be back. Was thinking of writting to the municipal council. I'm pretty sure a few speed bumps along that road will nail those Valentino Rossi wannabes' asses 360 degrees straight to hell.
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| Weekend break. |
| 06.05.04 (9:24 am) [edit] |
Today was a pretty interesting day. The sniffle’s still bugging me but, bah, who cares? Gave my ex-classmate a buzz, and the next thing I knew, we were heading off to the mainland to check out the autoshow. Both us guys were pretty much petrol-heads so it was cool. Took us a while to find the place (yeah… we have a gerbil-like sense of direction) but eventually made it there. It wasn’t exactly a big exhibition. Still, I had a good time ogling over the many exotic and supped up cars there.
Mitsubishi Evo 8s, Nissan Skylines, Toyota Supras, Hyundai Coupes, Mazda RX-8s, Porshes, Camaros, Beemers, Mercs, Jags… phew… that was a mouthful. Tried hard to get good pics of them dream machines but it’s almost next to impossible with the amount of morons loitering around that showarea. I’m pretty sure these ppl don’t have the slightest idea what they were posing or looking at but decided to hog the ‘prime’ areas just out of ‘kiasu-ness’. Visitors should just stop, ogle and move on. Really hate taking pics of the cars with them idiots permanently posing in front.
Nways, once we had our fill, we headed back to the island after grabbing a quick lunch. During the trip back, KL suggested we drop by Pulau Jerejak. Since we were both way too free today, I agreed with his idea. Once we crossed the Penang bridge, we headed off to the Coastal highway. We started looking for the secluded jetty, which was surprisingly easy to find. Pulau Jerejak is this small island located close to Penang, which have recently undergone a multi-million dollar transformation into a fancy schmancy holiday resort. Not bad for what used to be a drug addict detention/rehabilitation centre.
Bought the return ticket for the ferry ride. Cost me some freakin 15 bucks! Pretty much equivalent to daylight robbery. I should have just taken off my shirt and swam towards the island; which looks relatively close by through the naked eye. But I don’t exactly feel macho today so I’ll just take the sissy ferry ride. Waited patiently for our ride to arrive; which was approx 45 minutes. The weather was mighty fine, cloudy, but in no danger of raining. Slightly humid but not at all uncomfortable.
The ferry wasn’t exactly 1st class (looks like a rusting tub with rotten wooden planks for chairs… okay… I’m exaggerating). The trip to Pulau Jerejak took about 15 minutes. As I stepped off from the pier, I looked ahead to see what’s in store for us in this heavily hyped resort. Okay… let’s see. Well-manicured gardens. Cool. Nice chalet style guest reception area… a few more extra points. Well-marked hiking trails… great. Suspension bridge… whoa. Wall-climbing facilities… awesome. Flying fox aerial runaway fun… 2 thumbs up. Admission price slapped on almost every activities provided on the island (freakin expensive)… NOT COOL. And another thing. Seems that I can cover the whole area in bout an hour. Yup… that’s how small the place it.
Okay… I’m nitpicking. The place is nice. Seriously. But I just can’t shake the feeling that this sorta theme have already been done elsewhere and there’s nothing unique in terms of presentation. Okies… stop criticizing… surely a stroll around the beach will cure all. Ah… the soft sand beneath my toes… the crashing sound of the waves… the beautiful scene in the horiz… GAAAAH!!! What do I see in front of me? Instead of the beautiful tropical setting… I’m greeted by a view of rows upon rows of factories on the Penang Island. Yeah… call it bad choice of location… the resort is directly facing the Free Trade Zone head on. Like I haven’t seen enough of it daily on the way to work… sigh…
Another few more shots of the place and we decided to head home. It’s almost dusk by the time we reached the jetty and went to pick up where we left our car. A slightly tiring day… but at least it wasn’t a monotonous one. Well… got back, had a long warm shower and plonked myself on the couch. Now… juz waiting to catch this week’s episode of ‘Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’… hehe ^_^ Nite.
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| Cold sweat. |
| 06.01.04 (8:57 pm) [edit] |
Me again. Well, the hayfever is pretty much full blown at the moment. Been loading myself with paracetemols, isotonic drinks and flu tablets. Which kinda makes me woozy in the head. To the extent that I picked up my PDA stylus and started tapping away on the monitor of my workstation, thinkin that it's one giant touchscreen. Was cursing like a sailor when I finally saw the mouse on the side of the table. I laughed myself silly after that. Thinking of going home earlier to get some rest. But damn, work always seems to get heavier everytime u try to bail out early.
It's been sometime since I've gone to bed early. But last night, I found myself curled up in my bed by 11. I was wrapped under the covers tighter than a pack of pop tarts. Yeah, I'm down wiv fever too. I was knocked out before midnight... hoping to get some restful sleep.
I usually don't dream when I'm sleeping. But last night, I had one of those really weird ones where I couldn't decypher what the heck it was all about. I found myself in a really surreal setting. Everything was a blur and there were wisps of mist everywhere. I walked around aimlessly, hoping to stumble into an exit or something.
Suddenly, the background came into focus. The mist was still there but I recognize the place I was in. A silhuoette appeared in front of me. As I walked closer, I saw her face coming out of the shadows. There she was with this most gorgeous smile across her face. I tried to open my mouth but no words came out.
Next thing I knew, we were hugging each other like 2 friends who have not seen each other for eons. I still could not muster anything. She placed her finger over my lips, telling me not to speak. I obliged. Then she whispered into my ear, "I know it's been a while since we last met. But I'm here as I need to let you know why I left..." She was about to continue when I heard the all too familiar chime of my alarm clock.
I woke up dazed... still wrapped up under the covers. Found myself sweating profusely yet felt chilly all over. Brr... My head was pounding, sorta like a hangover after a night of boozing. It was a really weird dream, which left me way confused, overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions. Darn... I'm just ranting my head off... I need another 600mg-s of paracetamol.
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