I never told you all I wanted to say.

Okayy.. I'm in need of a well-deserved break. I really think I deserve it. I've been studying since 10am this morning. I deserve it.

Maybe I'm trying to convince myself. Hmm.

Anyway,

I had trouble falling asleep last night. And when I did? I had SOOO many dreams. Some were very nice. :) Some I can't remember. But I think that was the first time I could remember more than one dream per night.

Which is cool.

I need a break. I'm so tired.

I'm a little screwed... Instead of preparing for the worst, I keep thinking positively. VERY positively. Which is good lah. But I'm scared of what my expectations would do to me..

Okay, I might be going crazy. Math is the only thing that can make me feel that way.

I dreamt that he was super caring. But you know? It could be more like a brother-sister kind of care.. He 'forced' me to drink water. Even poured it into a cup for me. "Go, drink it first." He gestured towards the filled cup. I don't even know why I had to drink water.

La la la.... I shall start studying again at 3!

I dreamt that he woke me up because he wanted to help me adjust my tablecloth. I'm not kidding. There were holes in it and he didn't like it. So he woke me up. .... But he said we could go for lunch/dinner (can't remember) after that. I didn't want to wake up though. So I continued sleeping until my mum barged into the room screaming. He was waiting for me at the dining table.

Studying is a waste of a perfectly good Friday afternoon. But it's good for my grades.

I dreamt that Anne and I went shopping at some new mall. And we got lost. And I found a really damn nice knee-length. But it cost about $100. Anne said I should get it. I remember trying it out. It was perfect. Then, the dream ended.

I don't like study-weekends.

I can remember the look he gave me when I walked into the bathroom; my eyes bleary, my hair a complete mess. I wanted to smile, but I don't smile when I wake up. I am not a morning person.

I wanna post something on Facebook before I go back to my tiny hellhole.

I hate it that I don't know what my dreams mean.