I dreamt I was a convict. I wasn't arrested for something but I know it was guilt for something I had done that turned myself in. Lots of feelings of rejection, fear and disappointment ran through my mind. It was so real that I was quite afraid i would never wake up whilst in the hold-up prison at the station. Thank God I was awoken by my mom and dad's usual minor bickering in the morning. hahah.. I wonder if dreams like these have any meanings or are they deja-vus? or mayb just as i always do.. TTM. hahahah oh wells. i am awake and living a good life now so thats all that matters (:

My essay shall be done by today... I hope..

here are lyrics from Linin's favorite song which I thought was Dammmmnnnn cool. but sad hahahaha oh wells.. enjoy..

"But then the dove of hope

began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that
my chances were
approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near,
so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird,
but it was just a paper bag"

Fiona Apple - Paper bag