and that is exactly why i can find no explanation about the dream last night where roger and i shared my new favourite baby tee....

that dream left me feeling bewildered in the wee hours of the morning and now i know why u'll never see roger in anything else but sports wear! -_____-"
AIYERRRRRRRRRRRRR

in ancient cultures, the circle of a ring symbolizes unity, perfection... where there is no beginning nor end. the ancients believed that the third finger on the left hand (fourth counting the thumb) had a special vein vena amoris, the vein of "love" running from this finger directly to the heart making it suitable for a wedding band. wedding bands are known to combine two souls into one.

a lucid dream about your college either shows how mentally stressed you are or that your social life is slipping down that ladder.

my college seemed nicer in my dream. the ambiance was different, classier in soooo many ways. Its concrete walls were replaced by beautiful shiny black and white marble. the dull carpets were replaced by chilly red felted textile. the chilly red carpets led me all the way into my classroom so different it looked more like a lounge. there were no chairs but comfy looking RED sofas. there were no desk for you to write on, just a coffee table in the middle where four glasses of whiskeys were placed. WHISKEY... in a classroom?!?!?! acoustic wall hangings decorated the wall making the classroom sound-proof and more like a movie theater.

aaron, veronica, shell and sam were in my dream and so were 4 other lecturers, 3 of which taught me.

we were attending an add maths lecture and to think that i left engineering two years ago. in the most carnival way ever, my add maths lecturer walked into the classroom singing with her arms wide opened. i looked at my unfamiliar lecturer with a frown as she presented the formulas written on the whiteboard in a tune. just as i realised my dream could not get any weirder, in all moments of awkwardness, the add maths lecturer did a cartwheel. there were gold glitters caught in both her heels and as she did her gymnastics manoeuvre, gold dust were sprinkled across the classroom. it was so vivid, i remember thinking that it was so beautiful to see gold dust showering against the red backdrop. it was like a freak-show and if a carousel popped out of nowhere, that wouldnt surprise me at all.

feeling hungry, i turned to aaron. vero and shell were in between us. i called out his name and as he gazed at me, i asked him a question.

'aaron, i'm hungry, do you have bread?'

i'm a weirdo. an obsessed bread lover to the max. no wonder i cant slim down, cuz even wen i reduce bread in the morning, i dream about carbs at night. that cant be healthy.

aaron was being aaron even in my dream and he burst out laughing. and so did the lecturer nex to him.

a golden pear was then given to me and i was told that it was a durian instead. as i was looking at the golden pear and how i longed for bread instead, a food fight started. one of the four seated lecturers, took out a golden beautiful designed tray and flung it across the room lk a boomerang which hit aaron right on the forehead: bull's eye. i remember seeing food being thrown across the room and with everything going on, i still longed for bread.

and then I WOKE UP. the clock on my table showed 4.45 am. i went to my bathroom, blew my nose and peed. i sat on my bed for a moment, recalling the dream.

as i closed my eyes, i certainly did not expect to dream about a 2nd part. bt i did and this time, my college looked lk my current college. the colour red was gone now and it was substituted with shades of dull black, white and gray. i was walking into one of my lectures. this time, dressed in my pajamas. the exact pajamas i wore to sleep. n instead of books, i was carrying my fav. pillow. i slept the entire lecture in case you're wondering and woke up in total darkness. the entire class abandoned me and left me behind.

weird i know. bt the recurring theme of my college in my dreams is killing me if you'r asking me.

i shared my dream wif the gang this morning and sam said my dream was lk a music video. and that's when i realised, that maybe it was. i was looking through my list of songs before i went to bed last night. the killers mr. brightside was the last thing i saw. thus the red backdrop and the gold glitters, the red acoustic wall hangings and the exact red sofa. so much 4 an imaginative mind huh!

... A TEST LATER

phyl is still scared of donna and torts...

the test was ok i supposed... gt home and my cousin ting nudged me on msn...she wanted to see the haircut i gt on wed... ting has this thing for short hair... she had jus gotten her locks chopped off and she was jus waitin for me to do the same... i didnt...
sent the pic on the left to her... to trick her... and a few frens... (SORRY VON!!!! wanted to tell ya d truth bt you gt d/c)... i only trimmed my hair... long hair was tied into a bun to present a short hair effect for the pic...
the irony is that... everyone felt for it and said i looked sooo muc better... O.o
some spill the beans saying that i looked way tooo messy with my long hair and it's high time i gt rid of those ugly curls... *sob*sob*
the plan was to have some enjoyment in seeing some of my frens being tricked... instead i gt my ego crushed... -___-
so am now confused... long hair o short hair?!??!!?

my days jus gts weirder and weirder...
a 60 year old distance-learning student joined us for class today... (yesss i haf classes on saturdays tooo... )
according to my lecturer, he's a rich businessman frm miri whos interest in law was the perfect reason for him to continue studying now that he has unlimited spare time on his hands.
he seemed lk a nice man, attentive in class and so much more matured than any one of us monkeys...
class ended about 12 and i headed to the ladies like always...
the door i opened had a sign of woman's profile on it... as i walked in, i realised that the first cubicle was occupied...
i walked pass the first cubicle only to realise that the door was OPENED... and there the person STOOD... right hand occupied... left hand on the hips...

O.o

that was the 60 yr old student peeing... nt only was he in the wrong toilet... he didnt have the courtesy to CLOSE the DOOR...

i walked as silently as i could into the next cubicle and locked myself in there for quite some time...
so basically i was confined to the small space of the cubicle until i was very sure the old man wasnt in the toilet anymore... just u know, to save the poor old man the embarrassment...
my lecturer laughed and said he's old enough to be my grandpa...

wen on flickr to search for a possible pic similar to the scenario... u noe, man in woman's toilet...

found dis pic instead...

LOL...

time seemed to be moving a lot slower that hot afternoon...

in the midst of the multitude, it felt like i was walking alone...

in a simple white summer dress, with matching flip flops, my right hand swinging up and down as i paced down the street, my left occupied with an ice cream cone...

vanilla ice cream!!!

yumm, it's funny how one simple cone can make your entire day zestful

strolling along to what it seems like a never-ending road... twisting and turning, my right hand swinging up and down, an ice cream cone on my left.

weird to be seeing white roses growing out from bushes in the neighbourhood, i thought as i walked pass

refusing to go further into the matter, i took another glance at the ice-cream cone i was holding...

my mouth-watered as i put the cone within centimeters to the opening of my mouth...

i closed my eyes as the the icy cold ice cream touched the tip of my jutting tongue... and then my ALARM CLOCK rang and woke me up *pfft*

so yeah... am a deprived 21 year old (ahem 22 in august)who still dreams of ice-cream and waking up with a pool of drool next to me... i even woke up with vanilla aftertaste in my mouth...

coincidentally i stumbled across a pic of jessica alba holding an ice-cream cone which reminded me of my dream... so yeah... same ice cream cone minus the drip minus me being half that gorgeous and you'll get the picture... (ok fine! minus me being no way near that gorgeous)

changing the subject... according to DreamMoods, apparently dreaming of an ice cream is a good thing...

*winks* i like...

i woke up on the floor next to my bed this afternoon...

i've been dreaming...

dreaming is good when it's about you and a 'handsome' someone running on a field filled with wild flowers, and mr. charming picks up your favourite purple iris, places it on your ear followed by a soft sweet peck on ur forehead...

dreaming is bad when you dream about you and a guy, who u'r trying sooo hard to forget, in the same scenario! hence, the fall from the bed and the swinging of the night-light next to your bed like a pendulum due to the impact...

the guy, who shall remain anonymous... is part of my history... i was young, naive, plain dumb! the plan of forgetting him was goin very well indeed, till this... well... tragic dream!

funny how things have changed...

x years ago, a dream like this will make me blush and completely besotted... now it's no different from a nightmare...


and to think that i sleep with a dreamcatcher necklace every freaking day, morning, afternoon, evening, night etc... isn't it like the guru of catching bad dreams! dreamcatchers are suppose to only let the good dreams through and bad dreams are supposed to be trapped on the net and vanish by the light of dawn!

o.O

it wuz an afternoon nap, dawn wuz lk 10 hrs ago! sigh mayb dat's y... o mayb it's a sign that i havent let go... fuck!

i believe dreams are signs, some good n some portentous in nature... so went to DreamsTell, an online dream dictionary... cudnt find ex-crush nor crush so had to settle with love...



Love: Falling in love means that you are on the right track in your life to success, but this has nothing to do with love in real life.

... hmmm right track in life to success... well dat's comforting i guess...

sigh