Monday, May 18, 2009

Bad Dream, Bad Day.

I woke up from a bad dream again.
Crying awake from a bad dream is really bad.

But it also makes me wonder, why would I dream of such things?

Maybe I'm really afraid, that's why.


It was even worst when I quarreled with him.
I guess I'm really at fault, for being so demanding and serious.
Sorry, love.


With Mid Year Exams coming to an end, I think my play-time is getting lesser,
and Mr Stress is about to haunt me.

Let's just let the photos do all the talking.









































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