five senses

i am free today.

kinda wish i wasn't...

or to be free alot.

its tough getting stuck in the middle.

or people (ie. me) jus complain no matter wat.


why is it always so much trouble, going out.
bah.
things always dont work out exactly right hrmm.
not my free day. purghh.

sigh

ok lets see.
slept at 4am (yest), had to wake up by 5?
couldn't sleep well by the time the alarm started ringing.
(i put it on snooze. repeatedly. or i wont wake)
5 minutes n 5 minutes of falling asleep n dreaming lightly, half wondering when its time to wake, when the alarm will ring....
been having alot of those half-asleep half-awake times recently..
where you're sleeping.. dreaming even..
but ur dreams are not so much dreams, but.. fantasies? like.. what you ask your mind to think about..
but den again they might slip into dreams.. coz u cant control ur mind so much at that sleepy stage..
but u still know that what ure seeing are dreams..
n ure aware of your surroundings..
it can get freaky n night-marish at times..

been having bad dreams i guess.

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10th May. Wednesday.

breathed in someone by accident. and then, delibrate.
because it was.... so comforting (yes, i shall use that instead of the words i want to say)
and it was just like what Oliver was. only in a different sense. literally.
Oliver.
with his dark hair.. all soft and falling on his head. soft, like fresh out of a shower, dried because you dont retain that much water.. but moist n soft.
unstyled n natural. all that sweeter..
giving you that totally cute n adorable look on your face. clean young sweet fresh.
n his face. already being that. before you put up those mischevious grins.
n hes shirt. it was grey. long sleeve, round neck.
like those that some only wear at home, but not neccessarily.
it was long, big, comfy. giving the slight impression of drowning in it.
enhancing his sleepy-sweet look.
how do i put it in words?


where are you?
n where am i?