Messy dream left me really disoriented when I woke up. It was like Butterfly Effect going through my head. I can't even recount what it's about without sounding stupid. No, the content isn't stupid. It's the order. Like I see an empty cup, and then I drink the milk. No sense right? Should be the other way round.

I don't know why I mentioned it either. It's barely 10am and I've finished breakfast and three quarters of my cup of teh. Very early I know. It's finally a day where I don't have to go to school early in the morning! Woohoo--!

Anyway, I woke up this morning with Jay's Track 5 ringing in my head. It's like, magic (pun!). But after awhile, I got annoyed because I can't think of anything else that I want to think about. It's like, going in my head:

"Eh... Did I forget to reply somebody's message.... 一鞠躬那掌声拍得凶 EH. So whose message did I forget to reply. -checks phone- 等待白鸽飞出 再将爱说清楚"

I think Sandy got into me AGAIN. I hate internal monologues. It makes me feel Krishna and he's this idiot who transcended after his wife died of malaria (correct?), and everything about him is very predictable, just like he likes his alarm clock and was very angry when his wife sold it away for 5 pennies. OKAY, that was Sec4 Lit. Yes, it's that book that I never read past chapter 3. To my knowledge, Susila is not dead when I took the Lit exam.

Can't blame me. The cover alone screams THIS BOOK IS BORING. It's in two shades of blue, and had the words THE ENGLISH TEACHER with R.K. Narayan's photo on it. Okay lah, actually I think the book should be alright. Why am I even talking about this now?

Ohyes, I was talking about my disoriented dream.

Anyway, my point is, there's no point again! (Don't you miss this sentence!)

Okay lah, byebye.

9:49:00 AM because I say so