my throat is sore, my nose is stuffed and im feelin like my head is light, my body heavy. i feel so very lethargic goin about my daily activities, so tired having to use energy and having to use my brain in anyway. i conclude the best activity is to watch tv. and so did i, making it no different from any other days when im not feeling this way. the odd thing is i can never get to sleep or have a deep sound sleep even though im really tired. the 8 hours in bed doesnt make up for the series of bad dreams that string to form one long incoherent nightmare. if i dont dream, i dont dream and if i dream, all the dreams i have are freakyshit. things i dont even think about in daytime - so the person who had said that we dream what we think of in the day is really just bullshitting. you see what i mean.

i dreamt of a ghost possessing my quilt cover. the idea itself is crazy already. i dont see the ghost except that it becomes semi-repellent to my body, like how it is when the two similar poles of a magnet meet. anyway i was rather brave in my dream and so set off to find a remedy for that situation. crazy, in reality i would just throw it down twelve levels. i cannot remember what happened next although my hero whose face is a blur did appear with a nokia phone, captured the ghost by snapping a shot of my quilt and switching off the phone, thereby resulting in it having to flee because apparently that ghost cannot survive without electricity ok the end.

the distinctive flatness paired with the seemingly i-dont-really-care-where-the-next-note-goes kinda attitude makes this cover of yesterday better for me. it seems.. less contrived, and i thought i hear a tinge of regret and exasperation. love this.

uve got chilli on your face.

momo: oh. my. GOD. *covers face in mock embarrassment.