look at the stars, look how they shine for you

last night, i sat under the stars. except there was a huge cloud cover. so, no stars. i should rephrase that, shouldn't i?

last night, i sat under some clouds talking to some girl friends. the weather was beautiful. were were snug under the doona we brought along and there was a slight breeze in the air. mind you, it was after midnight and our stargazing expedition was foiled by cloud cover and proximity to the light pollution from the city. but we still had a good time.

as anne/cheryl always said, the best time to milk someone is when they're tired.

we all got milked.

haha.

i had the weirdest dream last night.

i just got off the tram and i can't remember how i got out but when i did, it was a laneway where trams never go because there simply are no tracks there. even buses don't go in there. anyway, there were shops around me with neon signs from hongkong. when i turned around, the tram was no were in sight, disappeared without a sound. turning back, the neon signs disappeared. things started to look a little familiar as i walked.

i was in the basement of royal melbourne hospital, where the student lockers were relocated and massive amounts of construction are currently going on. there were a few people sitting on my left. as i went about my business, someone called my name. i looked to my left and there was peaches and tangerine's ex sitting beside a stairwell and a dent friend.

next thing i knew, i was sitting beside peaches. i don't remember the topic of conversation but there were lots of laughter. then someone needed tissues. i reached into my pocket and pulled out some. for some reason, i also had a wirecutter in my pocket. you know, the one orthodontists use to cut the wire that so artfully make your teeth straight. it was made out of iron but it was so shiny!

then peaches exclaimed something (i don't remember, okay? it was a dream) and pinched my cheek. and you know when you try to stop someone pinching your cheeks, you suck them in and they make a noise?

well, that kind of blended in with the noisy beeps of my alarm clock.

i can't wake from this dream where my housemate cut my hair. as a result my fringe is a tad too short and i have no love for short fringes.

in this dream, i go to sleep and wake up hoping that i didn't let her cut my hair. it has been three days of slumber.

will my prince charming wake me up?