My perception

another weekened had come and gone.

friday night was spent with hang watching cloudy with a chance of meatball. how lovely the artwork, but the storyline rather made me sick. greed is a bottomless pit. oh well, sure it was a happy ending story, but somehow it is very scary.

i wasted saturday hibernating, the weather was friendly and i was sleepy. went to chinese physician and had another massage on my butt and realized something is still very much wrong. cant go to aikido anytime soon. it had been more than a month since i last hit dojo :(

hang told me her hand injury is not getting any better. she had to gave up tennis now. she checked with a physician lately and it was almost 2 months since she had that injury and the physician told her she should had come earlier coz the muscle -thingy- once injured had to be taken care immediately otherwise -the mistake- will harden and sort of made you think it has recovered but in the long run or when we get older it would take a worse turn and when it had come to that stage it would had been too late.

oh blimey.

i should take my butt more seriously now. poor hang. she injured her left hand and she is left handed.

sunday was rather filled with guilt. and also
mind-adventuring to the land of talking beast, narnia.

have you in your life, people who you dont really fancy but yet you have to keep in touch with? oh i am sure you do. then you would understand my guilt. i asked to meet up but failed to provide details and was rather not wanting to meet and sandwiched with guilt, oh. so we didnt meet and i feel bad about it :( i am annoyed so i know i had done something wrong, i am sorry.

oh i had nice dream too, after finishing 'silver chair' till 2 oclock~ but once i got waken up by the noisy school boy who was heading to his last PSLE (primary school leaving exam - or last exam i donno which)~ uh, i totally couldnt remember the story, though it feel good somehow :)

and continue to my sleep, i dream something terrible.

err, i had ring in my hand and the scenario was: i was getting married.

but the ring is made of 9 white -real- jasmine flower and i wore it on my left thumb, something really special about it and i was showing it off to everyone, whom, i cant recoqnize any of them.

err, terrible in a sense that, urm, it is not a good news to dream somebody getting married.

oh blimey, it is just a dream.