TGIF used to mean "YAY, it's time to party" when I've yet to start work, because that's when my (working) friends are able to party, since they don't have work the following day.

But now, as a working adult, TGIF now means, "Oh.my.god. Thank God It's Friday, no work tomorrow.".

And on alternate Fridays, my TGIF happens on a Saturday.
Hate working on Saturday.
It sucks.
It sucks so bad.

But man, I should work harder now, instead of partying harder.

I don't even have the feel to club.
I mean, I don't mind, but I would much rather go shopping, catch a movie, stay home, sleep, something. Maybe drinking would be good, just the partying.. hmmm...

It's weird.
I feel tired ALL THE TIME.

It's like, right now, I feel the tiredness hitting me.
My bed is compelling me to stop writing this post and head to bed now.

Hahaha!


Anyway, a couple nights ago. (Thursday, 9Oct) morning actually.
I shouldn't have snoozed.

I dreamt of R.

I remember dishing out an excuse of "collecting my stuff" from him, just to see him again.
It was right there in my inner thoughts in my dream, and I can remember it so vividly.

I went there with Weiling, I believe.
I didn't SEE her there. I FELT her presence there.
Maybe because Ling now sleeps in my room?

Anyway, the scene I remember kinda looked like the passage of a sheltered void deck near his place.
I remember seeing R's dad while I was running towards his block. His father said something, which I can't clearly remember, but it seemed like he was pissed at me for leaving R.

The next thing I remember, I was standing in front of a buffed up version of R.
I felt so small and insignificant in front of him.
We locked eyes.

His eyes spoke of love, but the thing he did next spoke of anger and hatred.
His hand landed on my face.



I awoke, crying.
It still hurts.
It still hurts so bad.
I'm sorry.