Every nite as I lay in bed before sleepin, Ill be naturally
flooded with the deepest inspirations--- All the majestic
aspirations I ever had suddenly seemed achievable, all my worldly
troubles seemed so trivial.
I was able to formulate plans for all my goals
from the macro
level to the most personal level. I could design the ultimate
training program to muscled up my body, become better lookin, have
more self-confidence.
I cld reconcile with all my lost frens, somehow meet & fall in
love with her again.
I cld write a liberating thesis that will change the entire
landscape of nice guys dating & win a Nobel prize 
I cld set up my wildly successful business, put my face on the
Forbes magazine & fed-ex a copy to all my rubbish
ex-girlfriends who is living with her abusive jerk BF in some
rented apartment in Joo chiat
As I get older, richer & wiser, Ill write best-selling fantasy
stories like Rich Dad Poor Dad (mine is Rich Boy Poor Boy),
inspiring self-help books for the depressed, give free preview but
costly seminars on how to get rich & romance
Ill eventually make enuff money to buy an entire island off Fiji
& retire happily ever after with mum& pop.....
But when i wake up, i usually can't feel a trace of the zeal or
overall feelings of last nite..
Time to Lam Nua again
