THE SECOND AUGUST 1987

Two nights ago, I had a bad dream. I dreamt of a collapsing bridge, killing majority of those people who appeared in my dream, and there was mud everywhere, with dead bodies. I was so terrified that I came back to life, gasping for air and pulling the blanket up to my chin level. I was perspiring in the air-conditioned room, at the same time thanking God for giving me another chance to live. For the next two hours, I couldn't sleep. In fact, I was down with random thoughts. What if everything wasn't just a dream? I realised I've got a long way to go in life and I'm not ready to leave the real world. I was so scared I wish I could dial up the boyfriend's number and have him to assure me that everything's gonna be alright.

Talking about those, I think I'm starting to develop a phobia for bridges.

I need to see the doctor for some reason. Obviously it's not about my dream, but rather this on-off splitting headache I am having. It's either due to facing the computer all day, not enough sleep, or maybe because I have a low blood pressure. Either way, it's killing me! And I've been complaining since yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Damn.

I miss the boyfriend. As long as I keep thinking of him, I think weekdays are taking forever to end. My elder sister came home the other day with a card in her hand. I know I am one of her younger sisters who always couldn't agree with her. I can't even sit down with her and talk, because we disagree with each other more than we agree with each other. So while I was up surfing the internet, she came up to me and talked without a full-stop. I supposed she was afraid that I might tell her off. I swear I couldn't even interrupt her because she went on and on and on for a few minutes, telling me about the card she brought home. It was somehow like a $20 prepaid and you're entitled to 600 minutes of outgoing call. In a way, I can save up on my monthly phone bills. Wow, how thoughtful of her.

Twentieth is just around the corner and I can smell the word 'shopping'. Tomorrow's Thursday, like finally a day before Friday. I've been waiting for my entire freaking life. Goodnight!