Monday, August 13, 2007

I had a nightmare last night; Mom spiralled downwards a psychotic state of mind & went on a killing spree, killing everyone that I've come across in life with a knife, a shotgun, her own hands. Her husband, her children, my grandparents & I were spared a bit of mercy compared to the rest, whom she gunned down while we were lining up to be killed. No escape, I heard the shot that killed grams.

After which my mom turned to me, & said with glazed cold eyes: "Your turn comes tomorrow."

I woke up two hours late for studying because of this.

But NOTHING comes in the way between me and my coffee, even if I wake up past noon & my digestive system is overturned & lagging, I LOVE COFFEE BEAN'S DAILY BREWS, regular-sized & plain black, thank you very much.:)

I need to revamp my mp3.
I need new songs.
I need to study Econs.
I am comfortable in my flipflops and oversized sweater, even if I'm at the heart of Orchard.