Bangon

I noticed last week that I still have a body clock, rather, my body clock is not all fucked up. I woke up at 6 every single day that week (but of course, I’d go back to sleep after I used the bathroom), and I go all sleepy-eyed at 2 (in the AM that is).

I still get dreams almost every night. But maybe it’s because I can’t blog immediately after I wake up that I tend to not blog them anymore, or sometimes I tend to forget them (you know how dreams are, like sand that slips through my fingers). I had pretty interesting dreams still, one had mermaids, and cosplayers.

I stopped dreaming about the italized him though, or about females that had been linked to him, such as his ex and his close girl friend (who is actually sort of my kabarkada, which is why I should be ashamed of myself for dreaming “not so nice” things about her).

Instead I have been dreaming about this other guy, my sort of close guy friend (who supposedly likes me? or something, lol), who I think I don’t have feelings for…? Yeah yeah, with the trailing question mark. I dreamt that we were being teased as a couple. Or maybe in reality we do get teased as a couple (but we’re not). And I was blushing like hell. Or maybe that happens in reality too. But then in my dream, and not reality, definitely not reality, we were like a couple. Heck. Anyway. Then I had this  dream about this guy friend again, and there were the words substitute floating in the air (not literally, of course). So…

I still hate words left unspoken. But I think I’ll just let it be. If they want to be left unspoken, then so be it.  I will NOT waste my time anymore day dreaming about it.

Quote from Cecilia Ahern’s “P.S. I love You”: “Holly needed to stop living her life in her head, remembering old memories and dreaming impossible dreams. It would never get her anywhere.”

I will wake up and live my life.

I have said this many many times. But maybe this time I’d really get around to doing it.

WAKE UP and LIVE MY LIFE, that is.