I was trying to take a nap just now, and when I finally succeeded in dozing off, I first dreamt that someone (I don't know who) asked me to marry him, and I think I agreed, and then the scene shifted to me playing basketball, and that the ball hit my head, and then I woke up. What the heck?! I ended up doing crunches on my bed in frustration. And yesterday night, I had this SUPER weird dream, and it was really weird, no kidding. It's so weird, it's still startlingly (is there such a word?) vivid in my mind. If this keeps up, I'm certain I'll go crazy. You wouldn't believe the amount of ridiculous, unconnected and random thoughts that zoom back and forth in my mind all day long. It feels as if my brain is working extra hard, not to absorb useful information, but to think about the stupidest things in the world.

And this is very funny, but the Uncle Louis coffeeshop from opposite Dunman has somehow shifted/set up a new stall at the coffeeshop behind my house!! I was so amused when I saw it! Hahaha. Okay, while I had good memories there, I just can't forget the disgusting strand of hair I found in my rice, which really made me lose my appetite for their food from then on. Not to mention the creepy uncle, who's maybe the Uncle Louis (whom I also saw today, this world is too small) who wanted me to be his god-daughter. Siao.

Today I finally filed most of the loose pieces of worksheets stacked in my cupboard, and it feels really good to declutter. But it's not complete, because I didn't dare to touch my Literature notes. They're really all over the place, and not in any sort of order at all, except maybe The Order of Cannot-Be-Bothered-ness, and the task of tackling them feels insurmountable. And I realise that the supposed dark grey part of my school bag is actually a clean whitish-grey, not dark grey, after I washed it. I was quite amazed, because I was beginning to wonder what possessed me to buy a bag that was so dirty-looking.

I was looking through my old journal, that I kept way back in Sec 1, and I was wondering who that vile, weird girl writing those entries was. I tell you, I had a serious attitude problem back then, and I sounded really weird from my entries. And while flipping through my Sec 4 organizer, I found this page where I wrote a poem backwards. You know, one of those Dan Brown books, I think it was the Da Vinci code, had this inverted-writing thing, and I was so fascinated with it, that I wrote my name backwards on assignments, and the poem looked like something a satanic cult would appreciate. Except it's actually a love poem, and it was quite badly written. Hahaha. I had such weird inclinations!

This is for Emmalyn! I tried finding the video code for this song, but I couldn't.

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed, you said

You don't know me, you don't even care,
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains

Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you, they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said

You don't know me, you don't even care,
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains

She said I think I'll go to Boston
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice

You don't know me, you don't even care,
Boston, where no one knows my name...

Boston by Augustana. The music video is really good, do check it out! It's different in a good way.

Alright, till the next time!