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140 characters isn't enough to let me purge my thoughts. It's funny- I told myself I wasn't going to blog until I'm done with exams and school, but I find myself keep coming back here. Then again each time I'm done writing though, it always gets deleted. Off to trash it goes, for fear that the content may be a little too sensitive or inappropriate to share on the blogosphere. Some things are better left unwritten, at least until I'm completely done with school.

One more exam to go and I'll be done. I hope. The accreditation board is taking its own sweet time to get back to us, and it's driving everyone nuts.

Every time when exams are near and I'm a little stressed, I have weird dreams. Dreamt that birds kept flying into my parents' bedroom, which is the master bedroom that faces the street/front yard, but whose windows were wide open- with no grills (which isn't the case at all in real life). Brother and I would catch them and throw them out of the window but these persistent little things kept flying back! Each of them is like a freakin' boomerang coming back at us. Fine. I'll close the windows then. I thought I'd outsmart them this time, but no- somehow mom left the middle bottom window panel opened, and through that small window, one of them managed to fly in! -___-||  And guess what? I happened to be standing right in front of it, and the bird flew right at me and got stuck at my throat. Whether I got injured or died from bleeding/asphyxiation due to the beak-tracheostomy was unbeknownst to me- I was too grossed out that I woke up.

Part two of that bird craziness. Yet another dream: Whoever's dumb idea to put a tall thin 2-meter wooden stick right in front of our house, I do not know. It's something akin to the beanstalk from Jack and the Beanstalk (and no I haven't been watching/reading/thinking about that story of late), except it's only 2 meters, and at the top of it laid a bird's nest. Someone decided that putting a nest there would serve as a decoy, and the birds would stop flying into the bedroom. It worked alright for a while, but the birds just wouldn't leave! So what did the someone do? Someone decided to fatten up the birds so that they'd grow so fat, so much so that they couldn't balance themselves (in the nest) on the beanstalk, and fell-- all the way from 2 meters off the ground. Splatttt! And died. One by one. Mission to rid the birds: success! End of dream.

Ohmygod I don't know what kind of dream that was, but it sure was stupid, nonsensical, and morbid. And yet, I couldn't stop laughing- in my dream.

Sometimes I think I need to get my brain checked.
Please do not judge me for having these kinds of dreams. I have absolutely no control over them.
Believe me when I say I'd never hurt a snail let alone a bird, in real life. But why on earth would my dreams be so crazy, trust me I'm just as baffled!

That's all for now. Happy Sunday peeps!