She runs faster that she ever has, and she runs further than she has ever done. She paid no heed to her shoes giving up against the ground, being sent flying from the soles of her feet and she ignored the pain as she ran over rocks and the glass on the street.

She has to run. She must run.

But she's not running hard enough.

Her dress, such as it was, was in tatters; shreds of silk clinging on to her body and gems of all sorts scattered in the wind. Diamonds and rubies, sapphires and pearls; she was not the regal queen she wanted to be. Silk and chiffon, lace and beads; she was no fair lady she wished she was.

No; all she was was a simple young woman. Scarred by the harshness of reality and bitter from the acknowledgment that nothing was fair. Nothing was as it should be, nothing was how she wished and prayed and begged to her Self and the One above. But couldn't she once, just once, pray for just a little bit of break? Shouldn't she have the right to at least have something go her way, just for once?

But wait. She hears him from behind. Running for her. Running to catch her. And she could not bear to face him so she tries to run ever faster.

A hand on her shoulder spins her around; fast and hard so that she rammed straight into a chest so wonderfully warm and welcoming. She looks up and sees him; his features set in a frown and his eyes slitted as he gazes straight into her own.

"You," he says harshly, "You are mine." Without waiting for a reply of any sort, he pressed his lips firmly against hers and despite herself she relished the feeling. The intimacy it brought and the love it promised. But tears that welled up inside of her.

This was a dream. Nothing but a dream.

"Mine," he says again fiercely. But now his gaze is softer, his hands threading through her long hair as he sees the tears fall. With one hand, he gently brings her to him, resting his forehead against hers and his palm firmly on her cheek and slowly brushing her tears away.

Now she presses herself against his chest, and the unshed tears tears away at her heart.

Because this was a dream. Only in her dreams, he is hers. And she knows once she wakes up... she is no ones.

Not even herself.

But hey, I'm looking at it a different way. The one I'm watching interests me well because of all the politics and major backstabbing, so there's not much room for romance. Woot.

But the one my mom's watching now, Slave Hunter, makes me a bit queasy. Which is a good thing, because my senses are still holding on!

Ah poo. All in all, my fingers are crossed.

Which is actually not that bad, but I’m kinda feeling like I’m on the brink of falling into the fathoms of hell. Fathom. However you spell that, which I can’t.

Summary? I’m breeding a new pair of bettas, taking care of the lil ones which are not so little any mone (they’ve grown up so… slow ><), going through hamster duty, taking care of several injured fishes (why are they all trying to KILL each other?!), downloading the entire season of Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, doing some actual paying projects (money! WHEE!), practising on some layouts to impress would-be employers, sending out CVs to potential jobs, looking around to do some online courses, and that’s just the tip of the ice berg.

Holy hell. What have I gotten myself into?

But yes! It seems like both Baileys and Creme are getting to the point of throwing each other out of the cage. Bailey has her belly covered with small cuts, so I’ve seperated them into different cages.

Well, more like Bailey gets the cool cage with the awesome toys, like the wheel of DOOOOM, the little shack and a funkified bridge thing. But don’t feel sorry for Creme just yet! The lil’ gal loves to dig, so I’ve put her into the dome cage and filled it with wood shavings, so she’s tunnelling everywhere.

Now if she can only stop falling into her water bowl, then things would be a ok ><

Been relatively busy this month. Mom and I are switching from purse hangers (cause everyone's got one now) to these nifty little bag organizers. Sprucing them up with some decorations and then carefully checking them, my aunts proceeds to sell them to their colleagues. Quite a neat profit, really.

Oh gawd! Yes! I've restarted my little betta breedings I am so utterly happy with them. Got some fries growing - slow, but steady. I'm waiting for Aju to finish my grow-out tanks so I can transfer them, but ah well. I'm just happy that some survived, and is now out of the danger zone. They're about a month old now. Should be beautiful blue/yellow MGs and hopefully decent finnage. Trying to breed in the orange dalmation trait into them

Oh wow... I've mentioned this really briefly in facebook, but ARGH. Romance movies really piss me off. Farking stupid cliche plots with angst and self-discovery with a typical gushy ending; real world's not like that. Not by a MILE. So a big SCREW YOU to them.

Hmm. The little pessimistic realist in me... is not that little.

Somewhere floating in there are either sharks or crocs. There is always a situation where I'd need to cross something, but under the waters, crocs are lurking, ready to chomp on me. One particular scenario I had was of me needing to travel downstream a river, and I only had this log thing as a raft. My legs would be dangling in the water, and I'm acutely aware of reptilian eyes regarding me, before silently slipping underneath the water into the murky depths, just biding its time to ambush me.

Another that I very vividly remember is of a large dam; the modern ones with the concrete and reinforcements and everything. There was a rogue shark trapped in the river, and it was heading straight for the dam. It was a gigantic shark, blue-grey armed with serrated teeth that could easily tear through flesh and bone. I was in a room in the dam, and I could see it, this monster of a shark, as it rammed through the concrete. Its head was larger than my entire body, and as it burst through, the teeth catches my side and I fall to the ground, with my left limbs torn off.

Yea. I get all the fun dreams

I don't know... the air here is pretty foul and I had to resort to the inhailer since breathing became labourious. The airport is kinda creepy... something like the offspring between a wannabe street with a garage lot.

Immigration had a hiccup; we'd been given Indonesian entry cards so we had to go back of the line to fill in the proper ones. But hey, had a nice chat with the immigration officer and he told me of which malls to hit and where to hang out, so he's a nice guy.

But oh my god, the moment we headed out of the airport the "creepy" feeling blossomed into full fledged OMHWHATTHEHELLAMIDOINGHERESOMEONEGETMEOUT. Random taxi guys kept coming up to us lying about how the transport we had won't be arriving so they'll take us to the hotel instead. Then even more random guys came up trying to help our bags into the proper car (that my uncle, bless him, had sent for us) and then trying to make us pay for their efforts.

When we got to the hotel it's not that bad. We're in the pent house apartment of the Ascott hotel so it's really nice. I was kinda relieved when I saw there's security guards, which was followed with a minor attack of, "WAIT THEY HAVE GUNS. WHY WOULD THEY NEED GUNS?!"

But hey. Now I'm in my (or rather, my parents) room waiting for the drugs to hit me and send me into blissful oblivion.

Till the next freakout. Laters.

A number of clothes. Yes! I never ever buy clothes unless I'm overseas and it seems I've made the most of it :D Total body count: 7 shirts and 4 jeans/pants/khakis. Wootness for me!

2 bags. Fat bag and fatter bag! I'm so proud of myself. They're utterly lovely hand bags. At first I was eyeing this Coach bag but the price kinda threw me off. By like... almost a thousand Brunei dollars. Ha. Ha. Ha. So mom, dad and I skipped over to Tangs and I discovered Fat bag and Fatter bag (zomg the compartments! I fell in love at first sight. And could it be? They both EXPAND!). Both of which come to a total of $100 Brunei dollars. Yes. My handbag gung fu is strong.

Books! About 5 books. Never come back home without books. Though now damned if I can remember what I bought One is called the Temple, and well... the rest are in the boxes and I can't be fussed to dig them out.

500 GB hard drive. Wootness. Finally, I can put my tempermental and fussy old HDD to rest. Preferable through a 2nd story window.

Sony MP3 player E440. More gadgets! As Kim has so succulency said; I am a gadget geek. My excuse for this is for me to use when I go to the gym and I won't have to mess about with my grossly overweight mobile. Plus this runs for 30 hours.

Hmm... what else. Oh! My laptop. Intense. Glee. ACTION! I'm so happy with it! Well, not that I have itnow. I've ordered it and it'll be built within the week. Then Taiko will send it over once it's shipped to his place. I am so unbelievably HAPPY.

And before I forget! My absolutely miserable self. Undergoing the flu, sore throat, and a sleep debt of about 20 hours.

Oh fun times indeed.