I Feel Fat

Woke up this morning realizing I sent a msg wrongly last night, asking someone else to wake me up. Quite an embarrassing way to wake up, actually. Hehz… Then went to wash up and had a rude shock – my whole lip was covered in dry blood. Apparently it had split in the middle of the night. Ran out of lip balm. Either that or I ended up chewing my lips because of all the nightmares I’ve been having.

Yes, I’m back to my disturbed sleep phase again. Hehz… I wake up every half an hr or so, based on how long each nightmare lasts. Thus I wake up groggy, I wake up with a slow reaction, and I wake up feeling like 80 yrs old.

My dreams?

Very wide-ranging… from worships in the chapel that screwed up big time, to ardent declarations of affections that end up with me being violently rejected, to enlisting in NS all over again, to me walking the halls of NUH and getting lost.

Yes, no correlations whatsoever, just very random situations that haunt my sleep. Of course, the classic one I keep having that keeps making me jump up awake is the one where I suddenly think I overslept for my exam already. I wake up and find that its still February, 0645 in the morning at that too.

Sigh. Mebbe I need therapy after all. I can think of a few. My Fiona coming to tell me she likes me, Man Utd winning the League and Carling Cup, getting straight As for my papers, winning a Mini Cooper in some competition, striking lottery big time, waking up to realize I’m actually really really smart… that kindda thing.

Hehz…

Weather in S’pore is now back to that unbearable state that leaves me aircon hunting all the time. Not exactly the most conducive environment to be mugging. Real Madrid last night lost to Arsenal, while Liverpool lost to Benfica. So the club everyone thought would win ends up losing, while the pathetic little red club actually trumps the big bullies from Spain. Life’s like that all the time, I guess. Gives me hope. I just keep plugging away, and my breaks will come sooner or later.