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Saturday, August 09, 2003

feeling tired and lethargic, even after sleeping for 10 hours. i woke up at 4.45am, blinked and rolled over to my handphone to sms my friend to wake up too. We were supposed to go to the early morning prayer at church but... there just wasn't any. Public holiday. does God have holidays?
Not to say i'm complaining but felt a little disgruntled that i made the effort in the first place to wake up.

So being awake, i said a short prayer for our nation and promptly went back to sleep, to dreaming about my secondary school (st. nicks). It has always been a common setting for nearly all of my dreams. That's weird right. I wonder what's triggering all these memories and dreams. Could it be that there's an unresolved issue in my past, in particular my secondary school days?

*yawns* the sheer energy to psychoanalyse my dreams is too much to summon up for now. in the midst of typing this blog entry, i'm thinking whether to reveal a dirty secret to my three best pals. I guess if i've typed this out and posted it, there isn't much of a choice left to reveal or not. In my own paperbound journal, i've listed out all the dirty secrets in my life that i won't just let anyone know. Most of the secrets are things to do with the past. But i bet there are even more that would certainly include the things that i've "unwittingly" left out of my conversations or interactions with different groups of people. You could say that the situation at the moment did not call for one to speak on certain matters. However, there is still the choice to withhold and divulge information. So perhaps there is no such thing as "unwittingly" too.

*bigger y@wns* and this issue cannot be resolved in just one saturday morning. i'm feeling tired. Today i'll be spending time with my babes, watching a movie, hanging out. Something pleasant to look forward to. Although it's doing the same ole thing, in the same place but thank God, it's still with the same ole person. :)

posted by happyhannon at 12:11 PM