'i was hoping...'

i woke up feeling horrid. if sleeping could remain dreamless, i would enjoy that... but mine don't, really. i just hate dreaming, therefore dislike sleeping. it kills me everytime i wake, it kills me to realize i'm only but dreaming. and that all i can do is to pray and hope it, my dreams, would one day come through...

so, i went out with Naomi, Steph and Carmina. walked from bugis to aliwal street. ate wonderful nasi padang, then went over to the costume shop to purchase Carmina's elves' ears. Carmina left after that. and we went to watch Nanny's Diaries.

sweet show, not bad... isn't fantastic, but good, anyhow.


who are you, stranger? what's your name, now? i don't know you.