Errmm....I just finished a sort of comic book about tibet and
dumped it back at the marine parade library.
And I had a really long winded dream last night. After a
mug of chilled Bailey Irish Cream Peppermint.
There was a memorable scene where I was walking with 2 other
friends who got lost at the Hotel Shopping POdium. I remember
dark wood panelling, lots of deep red carpets. Even a shop
that sells cheena jade wall decor stuffs.
And I met my ex hub....we walked at the park and there was lots
of elephant statues which was semi covered in view by the new
fangled above ground MRT tracks. I think it because we are
holidaying in New Agey Laos/Myanmar or soemthing.
He held my hands and even gave me a bouquet of flowers with the
tops shaved off sheepishly citing some accident excuse.
It felt weird, because he wished me Happy Valentine Days and I
was happy like fark in that dream.
And my 2 other friend was runnign around the park enjoying
themselves looking at flowers.
We eventually walk back to the hotel (its connected to the big
citywide garden) and he asked me to go to his room instead. I
agree and told my friends I wont be in their room.
And I am puffy eyed this morning.
Now at work with no make up and a running nose. Its way to
cold to ride in the morning to work.
