Dream oh Dream

I got a weird dream last night. I don’t know why, but it was sort of funny and weird, though. The background of that dream was located in my old school. I was walking alone, before a stranger came approach me and seeks for my help. It was like I need to accompany him to somewhere in the school. After a long walk, I realized he was taking me to meet up with some teachers that I still remember. It was like, “err, hi teacher...”

Everything was perfect. Then I was back as a lone ranger in my dream; looking for nothing.

Suddenly I came across my old classroom. It was in the highest floor, fourth floor. It’s still in the same colors, yellow and white. A little bit dusty here and there. The tables and chairs arrangements were still the same. And there was a teacher teaching in the classroom, but I don’t recognize her. I was walking through the class from outside. Should I go and sit inside?

Oh well, weird dream. I just barely thinking about that, and still didn’t make any decision yet, but I was already in the class; sitting in the second line in the front. Well, that’s what we called as a dream; not logical at all.

In that class, I only recognized a few of them. They were my university’s friends; boys and girls. We sit there and listen to what-so-ever the teacher teaches us. After the classes over, all of them were rushing to go out of the class. And I still didn’t make any move, frozen. Oh well, it was weird again. In the real world, I should be the first one to leave the classes when it was over.

And then I realized, the classroom was almost empty. I don’t know why, but then I started to walk. From the outside, I saw a girl that I recognized. At that moment, I want to approach her. She was alone, walking towards the stairs. Then I say “hi” to her from her back.

And in a dream, anything could happen. When she turned her back to me, suddenly there were a lot of boys around her; flirting with her and she didn’t say a word to them. But she did hold one of the boys’ hands. And her face when she faced me was an “asking” face. It was like “What’s wrong? Tell me” and I was spacing out for a moment, trying to mix the reality and dream’s world together.

I hate that moment. It was like a huge hole punched through my chest. I don’t know why, but I felt a big loss; frustrated. In the real world, I don’t think I do like her, but in this weird dream, it’s hurts me so much.

“Nothing”, I said.

“…” she was speechless, leaving me with her boys-friends.

Weird, it’s just weird. Ha ha. It was like a goodbye. Yeah, maybe it’s the time to say goodbye. But still, when I woke up, “hey, that was weird and funny dream, too”. It doesn’t make any sense. Ha ha. What a shame, boy. Well, it’s just a dream anyway. Who cares?

sigh. what a weird dream.. -.-"

Dear Mr. Anonymous

This blog’s entry is dedicated to Mr. Anonymous.

We don’t even know each other, but HEY

We already hate each other;

Superb.

I don’t care you used Me to pick a fight, BUT HEY AGAIN

You hurt my buddy,

Watch your back.

emo? tak lah. ;)

Thank You

I’m terrible in making a great speech.

I mean, I’m no good in words.

All I could say is just “thank you guys”.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, again.

Thank you for the celebrating, especially to E group’s members. :)

Fly Me to the Moon and back

I got nothing really to write about, really. Hurm. A few hours ago, I was wondering around for blog walking. Then I noticed that I didn’t update my blog for two weeks. Wow. That’s cool, though. Ha ha. Uh, well currently I’m not in mood to write something interesting. And in fact, I love to read others’ writing, knowing their thoughts. Yeah, honestly I do love reading, especially my friends’ writing.

I’m not in a good condition. Yeah, I knew it. A broken car won’t run right even after you fix it. There must be something unusual about it. Same goes to me myself. Yeah, I’m not a mechanical machine; blood is flowing through my body. My heart is beating. I inhale and exhale the air.

I’m down. But still, I’m wearing a smiling mask when facing others. Yeah, I’m a poker face, a good one. But guys, it’s not the end of the world. Take a deep breath, clear your mind for while. It’s not the end of the world. Come on.

Oh well, I’ll ran when I’m not in a good mood. It’s a good way to release my stress. I love to run with full speed, breaking the coldness and emptiness morning, while most of the people sleep tightly in their bed, maybe jogging in their dreams. It’s good, though. No one would notice my presence. But it’s not that easy to wake up early in the morning, ha ha. I will ran or jogging in the evening. But of course not in full speed, because too many people will notice my presence. Ha ha.

It’s like a magical dream, though. :(

Sometimes II

Sometimes,

Friendship can turn into a sink-ship.

Okay, lame. Ha ha.

Have you ever heard of this proverb?

"Save me from my friends"

Yeah, sometimes friends can be more dangerous than enemies.

A gratitude to a Stranger

I’ll never ever get an opportunity to settle my debt with this stranger.

You saved my life.

I wouldn’t be here if you’re not there.

Thanks again, dear Stranger for sparing my life.

Go

Sigh.

This entry is obviously not about Go chess.

And of course not PSP Go, too.

Of course the answer is no.

Sometimes, (yeah, I used ‘sometimes’ a lot) we need to follow our heart.

And ignore the others.

Advice is indeed good.

But, it depends on that person, or us; how we accept others’ advice.

Humans never stay the same as they used to be.

They change.

WE CHANGE.

Just go, follow your heart.

But Remember,

Sometimes you might get it right.

And sometimes you might get it wrong.

Sometimes

Learn to walk before you run.

Nah.

Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.

Be Grateful, People

Half a loaf is better than none.

Some people don’t even get the same thing or almost-the-same thing as yours.



P/s: You should be grateful for something, even if it's not as much as you wanted.

Sing a Song

What ya want from me

By:

Adam Lambert

Sigh

I am t-i-r-e-d.