-9.40pm-
That’s it! One final touch, one more review and I can call it a day. No more emails. Please. I need to click the dreaded send/receive button. Just one more time. Dang! It’s downloading something. A singe email. Thank you God. And it’s not from the boss. Christmas came early.
-9.42pm-
A bugger from Peru requesting for a free demo. Blip it. My eyes can’t take it no more. Head’s whirling like a sandstorm in a library. I smell like Gilbert Grape. Sleep or hygiene? No contest. Hands down. I need the break.
-10.15pm-
Awoke from the empty slumber. Lying horizontally, face down with the laptop right in front. A fine tune echoing. "Shattered". One of the rare good memories i have. Well i was in the band. I co-wrote the lyrics. Making it the message tone was the best decision i made since deciding to wear underwear to school when i was 7. It was from Jo-Yee. I’m on a roll. Smiling is inevitable.
-10.17pm-
Called her. Just got back from giving tuition to a hormone filled kid who calls her ‘yo man’. Am i dreaming? I can hardly open the eyes. The lights are still on. Couldn’t even bother to move to switch it off. I drifted back to sleep. At least I think I was falling asleep.
-11.20pm-
A long lost friend said hi. I’m pretty darn sure this is a dream. I haven’t seen him for years. In a flash i’m on a bike, riding towards the sunset… spiders with eerie hairy legs start crawling up my back!
-11.22pm-
I jump straight up. Eyes wide open. I might have let a tiny shriek slip through my lips. It was a dream. A weird one. The odd pant. A tingling feeling could be felt on my back. The dream seemed so real. Even now when i’m awake. Only i realised something was really crawling up my back!
-11.23pm-
I shuddered. I froze. I tried to think. I tried not to panic. Calm down! Not too sure what was trying to make its way up my back. But it was moving up. And pretty fast. And it was HUGE! Cold sweat started streaming along my sideburns. Blip it! Blip it! I’m not gonna be sitting still!
-11.24:12:24 pm-
"AARRGGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh" - i probably made whoever the person is in the Guinness World of Records for the distinction of removing a t-shirt in the fastest time look like a hippie on a high trying to open a lock. It seemed i had a hidden talent. I was a natural stripper. An express stripper.
-11.24:12:27 pm-
Holding just the end of the t-shirt i smacked it as hard as i could on the bed. Bed? No good. Switched over to the floor. Take that slimy crawlie. That’ll teach ya for messing with me. I was tempted to do the ‘worm’ move on it. Sense stopped me in time.
-11.25pm-
Satisfied the creature was dead, flattened and squished like a "roti banjir", i sat down trying to grasp a breath. I’m curious. What in the scientology world of Tom Cruise was that? A spider? A dream come true? Why can’t my other dreams of having a phillion bucks come true?
-11.27pm-
I mustered enough of my remaining manhood ( i was shrieking like a 13 year old girl earlier FYI) and tried to see what was this all about. Amazing. I couldn’t believe it……
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