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Mood: much better Fact of the day: more fears.....philophobia - fear of falling in love...aaaww... event of the week dreaded computer science exams this wednesday.
The engineering paper wasn't that difficult after all. It's definitely not easy, but this time I don't think I'm gonna do that badly. Hmm...all the studying has definitely paid off! Yippee! Now, the next tough exam to tackle would be my computer science....
I've been out studying with my friends for the past few days, and surprisingly I had quite a momentum going. Until yesterday, at least. What I planned to do yesterday was to finish up my rhetoric assignments in the afternoon, then start studying for my computer science at night after dinner. I had one essay rewrite and three journal entries [ie short essays] to write. Omigod, the writing process was so agonisingly slow - essay itself took one whole afternoon, and each of the short essays took more than an hour. Finally, at 10.30pm, I had only one last journal entry to write. But of course, I would suffer from an intense attack of mental block and I stared at my laptop for half an hour without writing a single word. Argh! So finally I just shut down my laptop and tried to start studying for my computer science. But I fell asleep instead. Man, I feel so guilty. Today, I'll have to finish my rhetoric essay, all the computer science stuff I was supposed to finish yesterday and the stuff that I was supposed to study today. Busy busy busy....
I had a very interesting dream last night though. I dreamt that I was part of this woman organisation that detests men and we formulated this plan where we invited all the prominent men to our party, and we were each assigned a target to seduce, then destroy by scandalising them. Apparently it was my idea. Heh. So at the party, we were all dressed up, sexy slinky dresses, smoky eyes, dark red lipstick. We sort of all looked kinda similar. Some of my comrades were unlucky and were assigned to seduce some fat stumpy old men. At first I didn't know who my target would be, but when he arrived, omigod, he took my breath away. He was the hottest guy I've ever seen...[drool drool drool] I obviously was very enthusiastic in seducing him and naturally he reciprocated. We were dirty dancing and saying naughty things to each other and all. But I was faithful to my cause and I didn't want to fall in love [or lust] with the guy, so in the middle of the party, I left abruptly and asked another comrade to take over. I walked away in this dark street, feeling very down and disgusted with myself. At the same time, I was angry with the guy, that he could so easily be seduced, so easily attracted to my artificial glam and beauty. [this part puzzles me...hmmm..] Then, he drove up right beside me in his black sports car and he called out my name. [I definitely have a thing for black sports cars!] This was surprising because we do not use our real names when we seduce the men, y'know, the idea is so that only the men and their "mysterious" lovers are scandalised. And then there came this mushy part where he tells me that he came to the party only so that he could see me and blah blah. He knew about our plans all along, but he didn't care about the rest of the dirty old men, and he just wanted to see me try to seduce him because that was the only way he would be able to dirty dance with me, or something like that. I was so touched, I got into his car and he brought me to this open space, where we just sat there looking at the stars. There was a tinge of sadness because we knew that we are supposed to be enemies [I was supposed to destroy him, remember?]. At the same time, where was also a strong sexual tension in the air. When we saw a shooting star, he suddenly grabbed me and after some kissing, he said he wanted to take me away from my organisation. I think I was so dazed, I just said ok. Hahaha... [From here onwards, the dream just became funny.] We went back to the party, where I discreetly told my supervisor that I had to leave and that I would "take care" of my assignment. My prince charming grabbed my hand and we just started running. [??] We ran through some corridors, sometimes turning back to check and make sure there is no one following us. This part probably had some adrenalin-pumping music playing in the background, cos it looks like some MTV. Haha.. We ran right back to his hotel suite, where we were supposed to have hot sex or something. But before we could take our clothes off, the phone rang and it was apparently his secretary, reminding him that some big customers are coming to visit him in the suite in like 10 minutes or something. So naturally we couldn't continue and he had a conference with his clients while I took a shower. [There's a break in a dream here when my alarm clock rang.] And then the next time we tried to have sex again, we kept on falling and tripping over tables, chairs and whatnots, out of blind passion for each other, obviously. Then when we finally fell down to the ground, we were right beside the door and we noticed that there was someone standing at the door. Possibly peeping and listening to us having sex?! Immediately the passion level dropped and we just didn't feel like doing it anymore. The person at the door turned out to be one of my comrades and she gave me this knowing look before she told me that I was to leave with her, as we are to return to our headquarters after our mission is accomplished. Apparently the party thing was a success and they wanted to go back to celebrate. I could not betray my organisation, so I had to leave. Then I don't remember what happened after that anymore, since the hot hot guy is not in it anymore and I think there was some boring speech about how all men are horrible and mean or something like that. Hahahaha.. Isn't that dream funny?! I just love the way we kept on wanting to have sex but always foiled by something. Makes this dream kind of too "uneventful" to be classified as a erotic dream. Hahaha...I know why I had this dream though: just yesterday, Li was teasing me about being sexually deprived and unsatisfied, with a lot of sexual fustrations. I guess that must have gotten into my subconscious and manifested itself as literal sexual tension in my dream. Haha.... | |