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Last night, I’ve dreamt of my little cousin trying to kill me. She had a huge barbeque stick and she was planning on stabbing my heart. She was only 3 and a half years old.

I don’t know why I dream of such things.

I dream of things that happen in the future… or something that is currently happening.

Usually they have to take years.

But… such realistic settings and characters always end up happening.

Whether the dream was shown as a symbol, or something literal, it happens most of the time.

~*~

Speaking of dreams I have another one.

“I have”, meaning, it’s not just the dreams that happens when I sleep.

It’s the feelings that I have now, that only seem to be fragments of emotions that I can’t fully understand right now.

I think I like someone.

It’s ridiculous.

I don’t even know his name.

It’s unforgivable for someone like me.

I am a hypocrite – a one big ass hypocrite.

But of course, they are only stupid feelings.

Maybe because I haven’t felt something like this in years, that’s why I think I like him.

Do you remember the time when your stomach tightens?

Or when you feel disoriented when you see him extend his different emotions to you or to someone else?

Somehow, you became too curious about everything that surrounds him.

And then you are just… hurt… because you know there is no way he’ll see you…

Like how you see him.

Ang cheesy. :]

I need these feelings I think.

Tribute to the cashier guy at Disney Land. LOL NO, I AM JOKING! DO NOT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA