I had a dream yesterday. And it was heart breaking when I woke up. It's those kind of damn nice dreams whereby you wish your body had complied and remained in its state of rest. It's those kind whereby you wake up and your heart is still pumping really fast; that adrenaline rush. It's those kind whereby you go, "Damn! I really hope it's gonna happen in reality."

I dreamt of all kinds of stuff; upcoming results, my house being attacked by weird people, having fun with this special someone. No, it isn't that kind of special someone, prat. But still, the dream was so real! Argh, why can't reality mimic the dreams we have. Why?! Maybe, maybe certain dreams show your deepest desire. Maybe it's trying to point me to a new path. I've always talked about reinventing yourself in order to be better everytime. Maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to shift my priorities a little and have a tad bit of fun.

Well, I gotta go now. Training soon and I bet I'll regret not keeping "marathon fit" cause it's fitness today. Now I gotta wake up my mind and stop being a baby. Actually wait, I wanna be a baby. Then I get to sleep more and dream more beautiful stuff. Then again, I don't just wanna dream all my life do I? Okay, I'll actualise it. Hey you special someone, HERE I COME!