the monologue.

i know, it was just a dream.
and dreams never come true.
well umm most of 'em dont.

i remember there was once i dreamt abt keeping two rabbits and surprisingly, mum's friend gave us two rabbits a week after. it's prolly just a coincidence i guess. oh wells.

a few days back, i was out to lunch with my colleagues when hk mentioned that pat's definition of the human brain is really interesting. he said the human brain is like a lady's handbag; it is able to store alot of things but whether u're able to find 'em, is a challenge. and memory isnt something u can control. as hk quoted from confucius: u hear, u forget. u see, u remember. u do, u understand.

when a handful of thoughts linger in ur mind for the whole day, u'd prolly dream abt it. maybe dreaming of it is a way of release. as in a way of either making u feel good(pleasant dreams), or turning down ur spirit. the mind works hand in hand with emotions, i feel. it's just so amazing, shockingly amazing.

but then again, some say dreams are the opposite of reality. it's just ur mind making up stories.

so which do u believe?
dreams do come true,

or
are dreams just ur mind's make-up stories?

56 more days to a year.
i dont know how long more i can last.

'cause I've never been
the kind to ever let
my feelings show
and I thought
that bein' strong
meant never losin'
your self-control