it started as a horrid day of sorts.
didnt actually get some rest the night before. i couldnt sleep till about 430am. even then, i wouldnt exactly call that sleeping. more like shutting my eyes. three hours of curling up on the sofa, i relunctantly shifted to my bed and ended up sleeping (this time i really slept) till noon. actually i wont call it 'really slept' either. i was plagued with dreams. the correct term would be a horrifying nightmare. ahh, i. am. confused.
i remember nightmares more than dreams. the feel, the atmosphere, the shouting people, the location. i never forget. this one was in all sense repulsive: the neighbourhood was occupied and everyone was doing an activity together. not sex, just any activity. they were hunting my family down, because we're the only muslims around. tts right, there were about hundred thousands of malays, but we're the only ones who are in Islam. and they were going to kill us. we were in hiding until they found out. we were like the evil residents in resident evil (lame, but i cant help it, heh). i killed a little girl, i remember. i chopped off her hand, and her blood spurted to my face, but i butchered her anyway. i didnt care. she tried to kill me. im not sure when i woke up exactly. we were like savage beasts and i hated the feeling; we were both predators and preys.
for once, i would love to dream about riding on a butterfly or visiting willy wonka or going to the chocolate wheatfield ("and then *poof!* they became koko krunch", LOL). but, nvm.
i havent really recovered from that heinous dreams when my nose started its tune again. that, the cold floor and the splitting headaches added to the horrible start of the day i mentioned earlier. much of the noon and thereafter was spent lying lazily on the sofa, watching oprah and eating hot noodles.
wanted to wear a dress today but decided on something else. dont really have the mood to dress up due to the nose that feels as if something just ran over it.
met him with the long face. went to the press screening of Samara. that little girl is freaking creepy, but in all, it wasnt that great. it's just like any other scary story although the scary parts are really quite bloodcurling. it's much more comprehensible in the english version than the jap one. i cant complain about wasting money since it's free, but okaylah. go watch it if you want to give yourself a good scare.
sorry i cant make it to your little get-together jon. too late, and too dazed. some other day, no?
xbox is really fun to play, though i lost in every game. im bad at this lah, unless im playing against my 5 year old cousin. had fun making a fool out of myself and sitting at the bloody comfy seats. it really hugs and follows the contours of your butt. xbox is very addictive too. i reckon if i stay home everyday, you'll find me sitting in front of the tv with the controller permanently fixed to my hand.
we're 5 months apart. happy one year anniversary 'dearies'. LOL.
will we keep up to the promise of what we promised or will we forget? im just quite afraid that money is going to be a big issue (har har, it already is). nevertheless, one cannot be empathetic to another's needs, no? hah, im trying to apply it on myself too.
your sweater's so fluffy i feel comfortable just touching it. i admit, ive been kind of selfish; always doing my own thing, so we'll try to do what you want. i keep telling people who come to me for advice to compromise when im not doing so. thanks to the free (heh) time i have now, obscure thoughts have been dealt with. it's the way you just suddenly spring up on me with your nice words that make it pleasant. should wear like that everyday, because you look nice. ah, i am not one to divulge compliments easily so i'll stop now. what a jerk. ha ha ha.
i remember the tension in school from all the fights, the bowling trip, the prank we pulled, the new couple (=the dearies), the pictures we showed, the poor boy on hospital bed, the hugging of teddybear, the bead he still wear, the laughter, the picture, the goodbye, the fight and the sms at the end. exactly one year ago, on 1st april 2004. we were so happy, the 10 (?) of us.
i remember when you were not around.
but okay. the day ended off quite well. kind of like a dream about flying with dolphins, chasing a butterfly, surrounded by chocolate tress and cherry soda lakes. erm, ok. go figure.