last night i dreamt i was in a piano lesson.

somehow whatever little musical knowledge i ever had just left me and i was struggling even to read a few simple notes. i couldnt even differentiate between base and treble, left hand or right hand. teacher got increasingly exasperated with me. she couldnt believe how pathetic i was playing. it was a complete nightmare.

one word:

frustration.

am i glad that was just a dream.


well but i guess it's no use denying that my piano skills, which were never adroit to begin with, have now deteriorated into a lamentable, amateurish state. which will really disappoint my teacher, for sure, if she sees me play now. which i hope will never happen haha...



a muse.... maybe life is itself a dream, and dreams themselves the reality. otherwise why would life be such a nightmare sometimes, forcing us to retreat into the comforting (but sadly also ephemeral) solace of sleep, into the world that is so unreal but strangely real at the same time?


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wed: a visit back to the office.

agent sunrise, agent BBBS (baabaablacksheep), agent dragon, the rest of them (who are of course no less significant despite not having any codenames).........

...... and a sweet little poohbear named Yimi. :D :D who loves to dance and prance about, making everyone's day. (:


thurs: bh's birthday celebration. dinner at secret recipe then a stroll along the picturesque esplanade theatres by the bay. (: lovely night.