I woke up feeling surreal today.

I dozed off before I could start reaching out to my tweezer, and took the longest nap I have had.

I extended the nap till this morning, and… the weather is no longer mellowed but a picture of offensive glare.

I remember the dreams I had.

One of how MJ’s death is proven to be a wrongful report (the dream was prompted after an SMS came in my sleep and I read it before dozing off again). Another one is of my primary school crush, who looked different in the dream, all grown and mature, was trying to mount me.

All I did in the dream was to stroke his head (the one with a brain) like a mother would, and looked on to him with such detachment.

It was strange, don’t ask me why, but I was conscious he has a small, soft tool even though I didn’t touch (in the dream), but it was just the visual perspective of it.

I woke up with an itchy right ear.

I woke up overwhelmed, confused and felt as if I am not catching up with much stuff going on. 2 icons passed away. Condolences to their family and friends.

Sometimes people ask, why do these concern us?

Don’t know. Maybe it brings along our memories (Heal the world reminds me of the good ol’ days). Maybe it kills off some. Maybe no more freak shows to watch for some others, or that no more constant reminders for those who wanna go under the knife (okay, there is always Dawnkey).

And the blog posts drafted last night left untouched. More to come: Minibean, Tioman, Moscow, Phuket, London, Rome, and even the long due Toshiba event which I failed to blog.

Did I sleep for half a day, or did I sleep for an entire week?