*947 - dreams

The first thing I think about when I stir from my sleep is "what did I dream about last night?"--a habit formed from dream journalling (the first step towards lucid dreams, they say).

The past week's dreams have been heavy with frustration, panic, insecurity, sadness, general misery. When I am awake, my head swims from the dichotomy of emotions my heart feels. I am pulled this way and that, shoved, prodded, dragged, left alone, shaken.

Half the day goes by in a pretense. But which half?

I dread and I long and I am quite frightened.

*945 - Christmas

... For behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.

- Luke 2:10-11

Blessed Christmas to all! 'Tis the season for joyful giving and merriness over enormous Christmas feasts, but above all, to remember the greatest gift--the gift of life and life in abundance because He lived to die for us.

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*944 - work play

As if spending twelve hours a day together in the same office isn't quite enough, we do things like chill out over beers and chat till 5 in the morning on the weekends. The coworkers also feature regularly in my nightly dreams--this essentially means that I spend almost all my waking (and sleeping) moments with them. While this sounds depressing, I'm actually rather content.

And also because we do things like chat till 5 in the morning, I am now at the airport with 1.5 hours of sleep after a sleep-deprived week at work, trying to keep myself awake with a cold, overpriced ham and brie sandwich that I don't actually want to eat. Zzz.

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*943 - bedraggled

To accompany the below post, here's what I looked like at the end of the night, when I left my brolly in the T.



I was actually much wetter and more miserable than I look.

DON'T LIKE RAIN (when I'm outdoors).

*942 - rain or snow?

Which do I prefer? Torrential rains but relative warmth, or lovely dry snow but painful cold? Rain is probably the lesser of two evils, but I'm bedraggled with soggy toes at the moment--can't wait for the powerful moment several hours from now when I get to kick off my knee-high boots and unleash the soggy mustiness within. Ugh.

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*941 - gorgeous!

In my humble Asian opinion, the Eastern European girls are asdfhjklhjk beautiful! Danced the night away, probably damaged my eardrums and ruptured my vocal chords, and will soon nurse the hangover away with fried chicken and more drinks.

Ah, weekends.

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*940 - sweet dreams are made of this

What you can't achieve in reality can come true in your dreams. Sometimes, it's such a disappointment to wake up from the sweetest of sweet dreams, and then slowly realising as you blink the sleep out of your eyes that life isn't all cotton candy and bunnies and little yellow daisies and today, well, today is going to be just another day.

(It's alright, I don't like cotton candy anyway!)

*939 - girly musings

My new favorite (favourite? There are some things I spell British on purpose because they look better; most other things I spell American when I am here because I don't want people to go ??!?!!!$!%?!?, but whenever I do, I feel like I'm betraying my roots. Anyway, my new favorite) hairstyle is to go to sleep with damp, braided hair, and then to bunch it messily into the characteristic Evelyn-style low side ponytail, but now with lovely crinkly hair!

Like so. Sans chubby face and uncomfortable pose and awkwardly cropped photo to exclude friend (just in case she doesn't want to feature).



And because this photo is related. If it doesn't appear now, it never will! At my company's holiday party = us before I head down and inhale twenty flutes of champagne. Yum.



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Also, my first purchase from Asos! Free shipping and returns to/from the US, how not to resist?? Bought 4.5 items, returned 3 (undies count as 0.5). Wonderful. I just inspired myself to peruse the site, even though I ought to be in slumberland by now.

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My camera-wielding, narcissistic self-portrait days seem to have waned away. The main reason, possibly, is because I see myself as far less attractive than I used to see myself back then. Back then when I was at least 15 pounds lighter and very unappreciative of the fact. Hahaha.

I say this as I pig out on a very unncecssary post-dinner bowl of cranberry almond cereal.

Obviously, I could try harder.

*938 - the inaugural (perhaps?) winter-related post

The lake is freezing over, the geese are huddling, the Boston sky released its first mini-flurry, and the sun is on its evening descent now, at 3 pm. The Evelyn is uncommonly slothlike and unreasonably worried (about the flurry--harbinger of leaky nose and ... popsicle toes).

It's official. It's here.

Brrrr.

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*937 - lights out

As if to spite me, just because I leave work at 2.30 am--of course, tonight is the best night of all nights for the electricity on my entire street to go out. From 1 to 6 am, I think they said. I just stabbed my eyes in the dark trying to remove my contacts, and have given up all hopes of having a nice hot shower before I have to rise and shine in a couple of hours. Yucky.

Well, since there is not much else I can do without electricity, I guess this is it--goodnight, world!