tired. and already, the week ahead looks set to stretch. beyond nothingness. eaten up in a flurry of doing things. i'm tired.
and my dreams are back. dreamt that today we had to skydive throught the white puffy clouds under the watchful eyes of an instructor. the thing with dreams are that you wake up halfway, wanting to continue with them, yet it's time to wake up. because unfinished dreams are after all, unfinished, and then you wake up feeling shortchanged because you'd never know the ending of that dream.
apart from skydiving i dreamt of kc too where this girl was scrubbing the toilet because she misbehaved.
hmm.
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green spotted floors. scratching of pen against paper. latecomers. spaced out looks. it's strange how life goes on elsewhere when ours ceases to exist in a spectrum anymore.
the grass is always "greener" on the other side.
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tired.
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