breathe

okay, firstly that's a damn wanky blog title...breathe? hahaha. but why not.

friends have complained that they miss my posts...had to explain to them that lately, i've either been tired or just not inspired (hey, it kinda rhymes). tap,tap,scroll,enter.....and I still don't know what to write about. It's February already and I'm sure we're asking ourselves where did January go?...hhhmmm.

is this gonna be a deep and meaningful post? i don't know. last time I saw my dad was Xmas. I owe him some cash and a phone (my old phone). i don't know when will i see him again. he used to come visit on weekends...but we don't get any calls from him now. i don't know why.hhmm....maybe he's upset that i still haven't passed him the phone.

okay..this is already bordering on emo. urgh.

sigh. i don't know what to make of all of this.

on a positive note, i think my dreams can somehow predict the future. around may 2009, i wrote to a friend, Maya Tan Abdullah explaining to her that i dreamt that she wrote a play about relationships and i was in it. and everybody was excited to be in it. Little did we know at that time, in October 2009...Maya's play Wacky Bar, a play about modern relationships was staged and I was in it. Spooky right?....Maybe I do have a gift.

Last week, I dreamt that Conan O' Brien and I murdered someone. But I can't remember who........

http://maineiac.tumblr.com/ -- oh check it out :)