the truth about shitty dreams...

Before i start on my initial intended entry about shitty dreams, let me fill you in on my desperate attempt for the exams to be over. i've never seen myself so desperate, so eager for the exams to be over. Not like as if it's my final FINAL semester, but the period was dragging too long. terlalu lamaaa! i just cannot stand it.

So yesterday, i watched MI3 with the boy *gerek bodoh!*, joining him in his party for his last paper. Indulged in some arcade and wasted the entire evening walking home. i watched AI on five followed by fann-wong-story-but-fann-did-not-appear chinese serial and finders keepers *SERAM bodoh!* After that, i did a mediocre reading of the tutorials, basically just skimming through... and then i talked on the phone and eventually went to sleep.

TODAY was soooo anticipated by me. I even had the idea of skipping the paper. but the boy told me otherwise so I kept looking at the watch for 1:30 pm so tht my paper can start and i can anyhow do and cabut. but today ticked by sooo slowly i wanna die! but i went for the paper anyway, and amazingly, the paper is bloody easy when i did not study well for it. but hey! i completed all the questions in 2 hours flat, and i mean all and complete. So the itch came for me to leave the hall and declared the exams over for the semester. left the hall i did. and boy! was i elated like mad! like maaaaaaddddd la! a pity no one was there to share the joy. hence, this entry. *kesian*

SO anyywaaaaayyyy....let's get back to the truth about shitty dreams. have you had shitty dreams? and i mean literally, shitty dreams. like you see shit all over the place. or you shit on sth or shit in your hands...? u get my drift.

Over a period of half a year, I've had 3 shitty dreams. The first was some time in Nov last year when i was in Germany. I vividly remembered dreaming about entering a public toilet and seeing shit all over the place. It was so horrid i wanted to puke when i woke up! and from what i know, shitty dreams often translate to getting cash, literally. So i waited for that day to happen. And true enough, unexpectedly, while in Paris with my mom and sisters, we helped a Chinese national buy 3 items at LV which costed over 1200 Euros. The cashier at LV gave my mom the receipt to redeem back the 12% at the foreign office dept. Well, all tourists get that luxury, but only at La Fayette mall. 12% of 1200 is 144 Euros, close to S$300. Because I used my passport for that transaction, it was supposed to be my money but I gave it to mother in kind...

My second shitty dream was having shit in my hands and staring at it. NICE. haha. I guess the closer the shit is to you, the more money u get...and what's the amount now? $600 worth of progress package. I was truly unaware that we were supposed to receive the generous sum from our govt. Initially i anticipated the rolling in of cash. the progress package letter came duely in time and definitely caught me by surprise.

By the third shitty dream, i was getting quite cynical about the whole idea. Is it the game of the mind, or is it truly an omen to be trusted? I waited a fair deal for the realisation of the third shitty dream. In that dream I was on the toilet bowl forcing the shits out. But this time, I did not see shit. So, as time passes, I began to think that i guess, if you don't see the shit, it's not the same. coupled with stress, it was getting on my nerves thinking about the dream. So i abolished the idea of money falling from the sky and swept the issue under the carpet. but two days back... this was what happened....*jeng jeng jeng*

i received a box full of papers for my birthday. the first paper was written by my dad. and i can't even fathom the contents. So i thought they must have said they had no time to buy the present and will wait until my exams are over and celebrate together...

then my sis promted to look further into the box, and i found this...

the truth about my shitty dream...

alhamdulillah for the rezeki in small amounts...

it's time for shopping!