A Dream of life.

A quiet evening, I awake from a deep nap, all of a sudden. Ruffling my hair up, I got ruffled and flustered. Tears were welling up in my once drowsy eyes.

I experienced a utterly tough nightmarish dream.
Is is deemed to be a nightmare?
I don't know either.

Yet, It has frightened me out of my wits.

The dream wasn't about things alike monster creatures or ghost haunting. It's like vivid and pictorial pictures staging and flashing in front of my very own eyes. Terrifyingly.

It seemed to be flashback of my WHOLE life.
A quick one.
An envisioning throughout my life was playing within my mind, back and forth.

You can't believe what I had laid eyes on.
I can't perfectly depict what I have seen. But I could describe it vaguely.

I saw a cradle in my old room.
A new-born baby lying in inside, with tenders skins and puny hands and feet. Particularly the those fingers and toes, tempting people to have a bite of them.
I can scarcely recalling the face.

After that, I had directly drifted into the scenes of my school lives.
The scene when I was being bullied in the primary school.
The second I have got my UPSR result.
The moment I cried out of happiness on the result announcement of Choral Speaking Competition.

Subsequently, all the ominous things happened in my dreams.
Abruptly, I saw myself crowded around a coffin with other friends and family members. We were all in BLACK.
People bewailed. People sniffed in agony.
Face were wreathed in sorrow expressions.

The thing I have never faced before, yet its the most thing I am so afraid of, death of someone you loved so much.

This stops here.
Because I really can't recall anymore.
Perhaps I would carry this story on one day when I have a thought of it crossing my mind.

Please do leave a hug.
Thanks.

Tommy is still alive. :D

Frankly, I had been neglecting my bloggie for almost a year,
And, my mind hasn't come up with something for me to blog about. 

Just wanna tell ya, I am still alive and being in this beautiful yet sadistically realistic world where lives are taunted by fate. :D

Penilaian Menengah Rendah (commonly abbreviated as PMR; Malay for Lower Secondary Assessment)
is sulkily stealthy creeping towards me as I don't really determine the existence of time passing by promptly. I am so damn unprepared to sit for it. Instead of crying over spilled milk over here, I should not be online, blogging and blurting things out of my mind.

Nothing is offered if I have come into possession of straight As on the day of result announcement. I know I shouldn't postulate or demand something as Its my duty to deal with it. but my back doesn't feel any propulsion pushing me on. I feel over my back there is nothing and empty. 

Please do leave your love trials on the ChatBox.

Ciao, gotta stop blogging now. Gotta stop slacking.
P.S. C. Chung Yee has got an iPad. :D