What’s the point in being together now if there’s no future together?
I can’t concentrate on anything at home.
Oh well.
Movies are delightful. Eh? (: I’ve watched quite a few this month I think. Transformers, Harry Potter, Sunshine Cleaning, Fighting, The Hangover. Pretty sure there were others. Oh well. Don’t remember.
So tired.
Aye?
Haha.
This boy is so adorable.
cute right?
boy let me know if it’s illegal i’ll remove it. teehee
I had the most mosaic dream last night.
He was in my dream, signifying the realisation of the long overdue meet-up. But there was someone else that we waited for, someone I didn’t know. And that someone did not appear.
The other parts of the dream I don’t really remember, but it was an oddly pleasant dream.
Driving comes pretty natural to me only because in my dreams, I drove without knowing how to. So the unfamiliarity was so familiar.
Strange.
Sometimes, the smell of the air reminds me of the past. Sometimes, it reminds me of my dreams.
The smell of the little unit above the clinic always reminds me of 2007.
Would you remember too?
Last night, I dreamt that I was a fresh medical student. But our lessons were not like the ones I’ve attended (unofficially). They were missions; missions to find people; missions to solve things; missions that I vaguely remember now. There was a girl, barely older than me (I’d think) who came up to me speaking in a rather superior tone, asking questions I had no idea how to answer. Then, she said, “I’m an intern, from A*Star.”
So what? I thought.
But people around cared.
I guess it must have been something.
Last night, someone I should love and who should love me back went crazy again. When things like this happen, I say “he’s a fucking bitch.”, but I could also have mistyped the “a” and made it “he’s fucking a bitch.”
Does it matter?
Not to me, but it should.
I’m done reading The Gargoyle finally. And I really loved it. Like I’ve told my friends, it’s almost like Da Vinci Code meets The Time Traveler’s Wife. I love the latter a whole lot, the former not so much simply because it was overhyped. Good books are aplenty. What makes bestsellers, bestsellers? Luck?
Geek Love is completely different. I need to shake off the medieval fantasies, the ideal concept of love, and the haunting images of Hell first. I must cleanse myself. Anger is not a good companion for reading.
I really need help
