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Thursday, October 11, 2007

mood: exhausted
listening to: something to talk about - badly drawn boy

funny how a lot of the things i want to write about, come to me when i'm just about to drift off to sleep.

trouble is, i pick sleep.

and where do these little bits of inspiration end up? lost, somewhere between my forgotten dreams. and in place, you get this - remnants of my disillusioned subliminal subconscious...

for four days in a row (a few days prior), i awoke with a heavy heart - twice marred by the death of a loved one, and all four times, with the departure of someone who has already left.

according to www, dreams of death are supposed to symbolise the renewal of the relationship with the "dead" person in question. well if this is true, then i think my dreams are...erm...what you call "ketinggalan zaman"...heheh*

but thank goodness, for these past few nights, it is i who has been dead to the world =)

sweet dreams, everybody...

posted @ 00:41

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