:: bachelor's notepad. ::

:: Monday, March 31, 2008 ::

:(.

:: kiathy. 4:11 am [+] ::
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I wanna live life and never be cruel
I wanna live life and be good to you

And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around

We never change, do we? no, no
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house

I wanna live life and always be true
I wanna live life and be good to you

And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around

We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house
where making more friends would be easy

Oh, and I don´t have a soul to save
Yes, and I sin every single day

We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?

So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out ...

:: kiathy. 1:07 am [+] ::
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last night i dreamt i met some girl on a plane to somewhere. and then we were talking and she said 'i'm from samba too' and i was like huh but i've never seen you before. she said she was a senior or something, and that she'd be at prac later. so i left it at that thinking that she'd be at prac and we'd talk again later. i wanted to take down her car plate number for don't know what reason but i didn't cos i thought we'd meet again later. it was a small black car, either a jazz or a march.

but my dream never made it to the practice.

Labels: dreams.

:: kiathy. 9:44 pm [+] ::
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i'm dreaming of christmas already.

i want to be in new york city at the rockerfeller center with the huge christmas tree. i remember that mostly from home alone which was at least a decade back.

and it has to be snowing.

we'll see.

:: kiathy. 1:51 am [+] ::
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another dream from weeks ago. i typed it to someone hence the chat format.

i was back at home
in singapore
and i dreamt that alot of chorale died
in a plane crash
so i woke up crying
and there was jimmy and yc there
dono why
then they were talkin bout jianhao trying to play the piano every week
sort of lik ein a bitchy way
so i wondered why they were bitching bout jiahao
then it became a weird conversation
like
'ask him to loan one from easyjet when he flys lah'
so that was really weird
but then i was in my old house
and my mum was calling me from downstairs
and i was crying cos of the crazy nightmare
then i went downstairs
and i saw my mum
she was cooking
then i reaslied
shit i should be in barca
and i'd just come home
and i hadn't bought my mum ANYTHING
so i kept apologising
and saying 'why am i here?! i should be in barca. why'd i take the plane ride back yesterday!'
and i kept saying it's ok i think i'll fly back

Lim:
it's only 700 bucks 1 way
cos in my mind
i knew it was february
and i had another ticket home in april
yea but i knew i was home
i had no idea why
and the only thng that reminded me
that i had to be in barca
was cos i'd come home
without buying clothes for my mum
haha

Lim:
so i kept telling her ok ok i'll go back to barca

Lim:
but she asked why i cry
and i told her yea i had anightmare
bout chorale


yea
so then
it became a big blur
i knew i was in a dream
and i told her
THIS MUST BE A DREAM COS I'M IN BARCA
and i pinched and slapped myself
cos i usually do that
once i realise im in a dream
and i always wake up
BUT YESTERDAY I DIDN'T
i slapped myself and it didn't hurt
and i was like
fuck this is real
but i thought it was IMPOSSIBLE
cos to be home i'd have had to take the plane right?
and i wouldn't come home
without settling my stuff in barca
like why'd i come home in february
when i had exams and what not
then there was this caped guy in my house
like superman or sth
haha
i think he was irritated by my whining
and then
i otld my mum
ok i don't believe this
i know, i'll call suellen
then i went ot the fone and it didn't work for 3 times
then it turned out my dad switched the numbers around (on the phone)
when i finally got thru, the numbers were still wrong
and dono who answered.
then i woke up.
wtf
it's damn scary
do u even understand me
haha

Labels: dreams.

:: kiathy. 1:46 am [+] ::
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i shall start chronicling my many vivid dreams.

i had an assignment due today, so i was pretty worried about it and i guess that translated into me dreaming bout it. so i dreamt i handed in the assignment, it was for social entrepreneurship. and then i was supposed to head to zouk that night. but at the last minute sheena chan handed in an assignment in spanish. which was weird considering sheena chan is in singapore and sprouts no spanish. and the assignment was due the day after. and i started swearing and thinking how the hell did i not know there was another assignment due tomorrow.

weirder thing was that sheena wrote about her parents divorcing. which is not true. and the teacher said 'sheena gave me a very sad piece of work.'

then i presented the assignment i handed in, i basically proposed setting up samba schools as shelters for homeless kids. and after i finished, the whole class had their hands up waiting to ask me questions. well it felt more like waiting to shoot me down. but i answered confidently and gave some bullshit about how the school would work. and that was that.

another part of the dream was about me going to church. i went for an easter service here last week. and mehmeh and fatty appeared in the dream, saying 'c'mon you only went to church because of her.' and i argued that it wasn't entirely true.

that was last night.

2 nights ago i dreamt that we went to a beef place. i guess it was the result of going to the beef place in the afternoon. we were in a classroom like setting, and the chef and his wife were in front of us. funny thing was they gave us all the starters and appetizers, and forgot bout the beef until the end. i shared the beef with someone else, can't exactly remember who but yea.

my beef place.








my view, from the side.












what the place was like.


some other night the past week i dreamt i was hunting someone down. and i thought i spotted him and i had a revolver in my hand. and then i drew it and aimed at the guy's head and fired. only to discover he was my colleague. thank god i didn't cock the revolver. yes and i got a scolding for it.

this leads to the general theme of my dreams. for the past months i've always been hunted or been hunting. it's always in a different place but i'm always getting chased to be killed. why oh why.

Labels: dreams.

:: kiathy. 1:43 am [+] ::
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