freakyfingers, ;\Both of us always have soooo many dreams when we sleep beside each other.
Strangeeeee.
But nowadays, it gets funnier & more retarded.
For example...

2 nights ago; I woke up when Kyte suddenly pushed me away from her.

J: Huh, did I snore? Did you record my snoring?? (she said I snore at night but I dont realise)
K: No, You're just breathing very hard into my face
J: OHHHH AHAHAHA
K: I thought someone was banging the washing machine but I realised it was you
J: Banging washing machine -_________-
K: You breathe like you were very angry
J: Oh yeah..., I WAS DREAMING OF YOU!

(Then I started telling her abt my dream, which went like this...)

J: (writing on a piece of paper)
K: Oei, you spell my name wrongly lah, it's RUSSELL
J: Huh really, okok.
(changes name to russell. so the full name is RUSSELL TAN RUSSELL)
K: I THOUGHT ITS RUSSELL LEE RUSSELL?!

(and thats when I felt Kyte pushing me away/awake).

& LAST NIGHT ...: AS USUAL, i was sleeping soundly.. (like a pig)
when I suddenly felt Kyte holding my nose.

J: Huh what thing??? Did I snore again???
K: Uh no... I was taking something
J: Oh okay... ... ... Then you hold my nose for what?
K: I dreamt I was reaching for the top shelf & I felt smthg irregular & hideous ,
but when I opened my eyes I realised it's actually you.
J: WHAT?!?! -_- ANYWAYS, I WAS DREAMING OF YOU!

(Then I started telling her of my dream, which went like this:)

We were sitting by the beach,
With our heads on plastic bags to prevent the sand from getting into our hair,
Watching singing cranes & the sunset.
And there was this cruise that caught fire,
so we wondered why no one was gonna save the people in there.
After awhile the firemen came & prepared to put out the fire...

and thats when i felt Kyte holding my nose.

Dreams aside, I think The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls in Love is awesome :)


There is that in me
I do not know what it is
But I know it is in me
I do not know it
It is without name
It is a word unsaid
It is not in any dictionary
or utterance, or symbol
Something it swings on
more than the earth I swing on
To it the creation is the friend
whose embracing awakes me


This is the press of the bashful hand
This is the float and odour of hair
This is the touch of my lips
This is the touch of my lips to yours,
This is the murmur of yearning
This is the far-off depth and height
Reflecting my own face, thoughtful merge of myself and the outlet again