A Nightmare...
Went out since morning....went to Tekka, Bras Basah and then to Bendemeer. We had lunch at Banquet Raffles Hospital. I had a migraine by then. I think I think too much. Slept in the car on the way home.
By the time I reached home my migraine affected the back of my neck. Took Panadol Extra and went to bed. I wasn't able to sleep well. Had a nightmare and woke up in cold sweat. The nightmare seemed so real. Actually, I forced my way out of the nightmare. I was relieved when I saw the ceiling of my room.
The nightmare is about being in a new house. I guess it's my dream house, with a front porch and a big garden. And my room was rather big. Don't know who the hell I share it with cause my room especially wasn't that
peaceful. I was happy that I am living in my dream house. But I had a problem in that dream. I had a kid. And I don't know who was my husband. But my kid was problematic. I asked my mom to take care of him but nobody seems to care. I couldn't really take it anymore. I do love kids but that kid in my dream frusts me a lot. And so, I forced my way out of that dream....
Actually, in a lot of my dreams, when I dreamt of my
so-called future, I couldn't really see who was my
so-called husband. Everything's a blur when it comes to him. Anyway, it's more important to care about the present reality rather than the future. And dreams normally are not true...so don't need to think so much....
Hmm...Stephie...hehe....I wonder what she's doing now. Messaged me when she's at Suntec waiting for Alvin...claiming that she's nervous. Hehehe...why huh? Oh ya....you must prove me wrong huh...don't prove me right. If I'm right, I don't know what to say.....
There's still a lot of things bothering me. Don't know who to talk to about them. All those things bothering me are just troubles that I've yet to find a solution. It's not easy when I'm standing on my own and solving every problem that I have. I'm learning how to be independent. I can't really talk to my parents cause they don't really understand me. People that I normally talk to about my troubles would be like Stephanie, Syahirah, sometimes him and sometimes Bibik Nana. I love it when I talk to Bibik Nana. I grew up with her. She's the spontaneous type. She never backstab me. I mean she never talk bad about me or challenge me. I miss her already...
To end this entry...HUSSIN...stop calling me
"Me little cuzzin of mine...."...URGHHHH! Juni, see your brother always bully me online....:(....At least he's fun to talk to even when we don't really talk when we see each other....He's better than that other
someone who don't even talk to me anymore or even care to smile at me....Dahlah...pergi jalan dah Abang ZUL...*
angst*
QueenLiyn@01:14
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