Got up from a weird and not-so-pleasant dream of being in a train station's toilet and whatnot. The image was stained yellow with dark corners, but it seemed pretty, if it were a picture. There were so many dreams, some weren't pretty but I wasn't horrified. That's a first. So, I let myself have a lil' more shut-eye time. Then images started forming again. This time, the images made me smile. Flashbacks of me, looking at old photos, smiling. Flashbacks of what I wished happened. Of carrying a cute brown pup which seemed surreal and more (me smiling with.. People). Then it was gone. But I was happy. To know I had a chance of dreaming sweet dreams.
INSOMNIAC.
This was taken in January (the 30th), when I still haven't gotten a bed frame. I remember sleeping really early (before 12) for the whole month. I still can't believe how quick it is.. It's been (almost) a year I've lived here.
Sometimes I miss the 6 of us just having a meal together. The conversations, the laughter, the jokes. Of motorbikes and a guy named Kevin? They made a joke of "Kevin" being my boyfriend. Who's Kevin? In hell, I'll know. So, WE will see in the future, whether there's really a "Kevin" as my partner. And THEN, we shall laugh it off. Haha.
And oh, speaking of MOTORBIKES (no I don't intend to ride one), I miss my (kick) scooter. A month ago, I saw my little neighbours with theirs. They have such funky high-tech ones. There was one with two platforms (moveable ones) and the other one had a SEAT! -.- iJealous. I miss my scooter because.. I can't cycle. Yes, I can't. Sigh.
Those words aren't for you, they're for someone new.

