after finally waking up at 4 p.m. instead of 8 a.m. and now sipping cold bandung with bossa nova craked at mid-volume, i'd say my day was brilliantly spent.
yesterday, with the subject of paranormalies during the session of eating cup noodles at bicycle racks in the wee hours in the morning with 2 out of 3 future housemates, and after sharing our weird dreams etc. and having the sudden urge to excrete and after all that, i slept and had the most peculiar dream; i dreamt that the sanguine and sometimes godzilla-like mother that i have, turned evil and started wringing my arm. for i think i must've dont something bad as during the wringing of my arm (more specifically my right arm), i felt fear, distraught and guilt simultaneously.
i'm usually a one emotion sort of man and having the afformentioned, i was very much overwhelmed. it's like you're used to eating chicken porridge and suddenly you're given the choice of having either durian, red bean or fish porridge. and you'll suddenly find you're going nuts of which to choose.
on a final note: relying on prayers alone is naivity at it's best.
it's lucky that i don't pray much.
yesterday, with the subject of paranormalies during the session of eating cup noodles at bicycle racks in the wee hours in the morning with 2 out of 3 future housemates, and after sharing our weird dreams etc. and having the sudden urge to excrete and after all that, i slept and had the most peculiar dream; i dreamt that the sanguine and sometimes godzilla-like mother that i have, turned evil and started wringing my arm. for i think i must've dont something bad as during the wringing of my arm (more specifically my right arm), i felt fear, distraught and guilt simultaneously.
i'm usually a one emotion sort of man and having the afformentioned, i was very much overwhelmed. it's like you're used to eating chicken porridge and suddenly you're given the choice of having either durian, red bean or fish porridge. and you'll suddenly find you're going nuts of which to choose.
on a final note: relying on prayers alone is naivity at it's best.
it's lucky that i don't pray much.
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