有时, 一个人也挺好的.

不需要假装,

不需要隐瞒,

不需要忍让...

一个人时, 我才能当我真正的自己.



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Weird Dreams :/

i'm not exactly an avid dreamer. i'm more of a log which falls asleep almost immediately, with no knowledge of what goes on around me, drowning in deep sleep in the comfort of my kingdom with my pillow, mini-s and blankie.

i hate it when dreams invade my sleep. it's just plain rude and i always feel drained and get headaches the next day.

and wtf. i dreamt about my least favourite thing last night. a freaking r**. and yeah, i'm even too chicken to type it out here. but most of you already know what it is anyway. i've got so many r** stories to tell, especially back in the days of my secondary school life where my friends just found out that i was terrified by those little things. even the nerd-cum-good boy-cum-teacher's pet in my class couldn't resist torturing me with that and i cried like a baby. wth! i was the "dai kar jie" in class back then u know, and after that, machoness straight dropped to zero. lol.

and did i tell u guys about my encounter with a horrible r** in Summit's KFC? it totally grossed me out.

btw, this isn't the exact place. just giving you an idea of how it is.
didn't take a photo cos i didn't want my cam to be contaminated by the mere sight of it.

well, i was eating there on one of my lunch breaks 2 weeks back and all of a sudden that thing ran out of nowhere. it didn't try to escape or anything and was taking its own sweet time, pausing in its path every now and then, looking at the people around eating. wtf. and there was a cleaner around and some of the kfc staff and no one did a bloody thing about that crappy r**.

thank you, i'm now afraid of going anywhere near that kfc.
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back to my dream.

i was with ray catching a movie at Summit's GSC and was looking for nice seats. lol. idk but there were no designated seats, you could just sit anywhere you like. and the cinema was weird, there were 2 giant pillars right in the middle and if you sat at the back, it would block your view and so we kept shifting around to get the pillars out of our sight. as we were settling down, the dim lights suddenly turned into spot lights and 2 men walked in carrying loafs of bread. they walked down to the front and we could hear disturbing screeches and high pitched squeaks. soon after, the 2 men emerged with a r** sandwiched between the loaf of bread. they stood right beside me holding the bread and the r** right to my face when they announced that the cinema was safe again. they smiled proudly and said that the bread was their secret weapon and it worked every time. but oh, they spoke too soon. the r** twisted out of their grasp and scampered off down the steps.

wtf. what kind of a dream is that? so much for movies at Summit again.


gah.

disturbing. i still can't get it out of my head :/

so any tips for repelling dreams?



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A Mushy Post?

I always think back on how I was drawn to that book in Marcus's travelling library, almost like it was there just for me that day. I think that most people go into bookshops and have no idea what they want to buy. Somehow, the books sit there, almost magically willing people to pick them up. The right person for the right book. It's as though they already know whose life they need to be a part of,how they can make a difference, how they can teach a lesson, put a smile on a face at just the right time. I think about books a lot differently now.

the corners of my lips curled up and broke into a light smile when i read this.

Cecelia Ahern, you most certainly have a way of reminding me about something i once wrote. the feeling of falling in love once more resurfaced and lots of warm, captivating images were floating all around me.

the 1st post of 2011, and i start it off with such a mushy post? *coughs* hee. excuse me fellas. can't help it. been wanting to tell a whole load of tales, but all my time and energy has just been drained by work. dammit. i'm feeling old and tired all the time. seriously. all the time. ughhh! OLD and TIRED. my two least favourite words in all of the universe.

that's it for now. the OLD and TIRED blogger barely has any energy left to even click on

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wwwwwait,

hang on for just a minute longer!

back to the book story.
beautifully written by miss Cecelia.


which made me think of my book.

my smelly, old, dirty book ;)
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this book.

♥

nuu noob hair xD


new year's date.


1st photo in the toilet together :-O



just a few of our photos together since 2011 started :)

me and my book,
which i've read and reread over and over. which content i know by heart.
which entertains my dull moments.

i love you.