My turn to have a headache. Wonder if it comes from the long hours in front of the computer or the intensive readings on trains and buses these days.

And i've been eating far too much since last sat. Die~ Maggie mee for lunch, followed by one zhu chang fen for "snack". Ate two prata and one zhu chang fen again for dinner. ALOT!~

Just finished some research on thailand, bangkok (BKK). Not for the sake of my i-hope-will-be-approved PA, but because i'm working on a project which requires us to come up with one recommendation for an incentive trip for a company. Looking at the 2-D pictures and information alone makes me crave for BKK. I sure hope i'll be there!!!

Cancelled my tuition sessions today and went Chinatown with mum. It's been so damn long since i stepped into that area. It certainly still feels and looks good. The new year ambience was amazing. New year songs being played everywhere and the usual, temporary make-do stores have all commenced operations.

Anyway, i dreamt that the earth was attacked by some unknown creatures which knew how to operate guns last night. In my dream, those freaks shot my parents to death. I cried a hell lot manz! Cos my mum was shot dead!!! Although dad died along with her, i don't recall me feeling uupset or whatsoever. I was left all along with my bro, and he was like totally unmoved by mum's death. Anyway, the aliens didn't just kill everybody. My parents simply and unfortunately got shot for some mysterious reasons.

So, i woke up at 11 with tears in my eyes. The moment mum came back for lunch, i gave her a silly hug and told her she died, in my dream. Then i proposed to bring her to chinatown after her work today so we could get her new year clothes, and we did.

One thing worth mentioning is, those feelings we experience in our dreams are always sooo real and intensive. Why is it that emotions are always hidden away when we fully come to our senses? Well, i was quite relunctant to leave my house and head for chinatown this evening in fact. Somehow, i felt that the dream was nothing but a dream and perhaps i should just remain at home to work on my readings which are seemingly more importnant than the trip to chinatown. That set me pondering. Which should we adhere to? Those emotions in dreams or reality?

I seem not to be expressing myself very well. But what i'm trying to say is actually something very philosophical and worth thinking. Call me if you wanna find out what exactly i'm talking about. Hee~