today meant to be rest day, but it turned out to be just chilling and celebrating DEAR MELODY'S BIRTHDAY around orchard. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU STICK-THIN SHIT! haha. swensons, played pool, then slacked by istana park for cake and camwhoring. 

i had two different dreams this morning, both of which i forgot the contents already. i really need to erase this amnesia of mine. oh right. now, you know how rich-foreigners go to countries like africa and china to adopt children?my dream was a couple from china coming to singapore and wanted to adopt my brother back to china or something. the dream was set in my neighbourhood, but it eventually evolved to being in njc, where the people being adopted became my friends and i, and we were trying to run away from the chinese family. and i know i did manage to escape by hiding next to a wall , lying flat on the floor along a pavement, and prayed that no one spotted me as they walked past. ludicrious, but hey, somehow it worked[ and then i suspected maybe i was wearing the grey nj uniform that may have enabled me to blend in with the ground.]

but its a whole different thing when last night, you see one side of your own family. the tired, worn out side. at one am in the morning, i woke up from my accidental sleep on the couch in the living room, to find my brother sleeping on the floor in front of the couch, and my mommy sitting on the floor, resting her head on the coffee table sleeping. and the TV was on to the history channel. i felt guilty for taking the couch, but seriously, it's as if the chua family's bodies have been accustomed to sleeping late/staying up all night, hat even when our minds and bodies are dead tired, we still don't want to succumb to falling asleep on our own beds. instead, we try to find something to do, so that we don't fall asleep so early, only to zonk out in the middle of that activity whereever we are.