Bad Dreams.

21st December

I dreamt that my honey went for an arranged marriage for some unknown reason. I fell into an abyss of despair and hopelessness. Idiotically, I went for an arranged marriage too. It was this clan of Arabians (no offense or racism intended) who dressed themselves in colourful Middle Eastern costumes and believed strongly in tight governance over their people, covering also their happiness and their daily basis. On the night of my marriage, my honey told me the truth. That he actually loved me. So we decided to elope (so classic, yes) on a bus (a TransIsland one at that), but got caught by the Arabians. The leader of the clan ordered the groom to get my honey off me, and the maids tried to pull me off him too. We refused to let go of each other. The last line I said before I woke up and had a fever was…

‘I just want to see you…’

22nd December

Naoki came to Singapore again, this time from England. His English had improved tremendously, but still not quite there yet. He told me about his life there, and the new friends that he had found. All of a sudden we were summoned to go harvest rice (weird I know…). The worst thing is that I won’t get to see him again, or any of my Japanese friends. The same kind of sadness and longing came back again…

23rd December

This time I was in Liar Game, and I got cheated and hurt emotionally for countless times. An Akiyama-lookalike came to rescue me at the final game (I don’t want to go into details… It’s a lot and it’s… juvenile) and got me out of the whole damn thing debt-free. However, the losers had to be brutally tortured, and those who died were not even allowed to go to neither hell nor heaven. They had to stay on Earth as wandering spirits, and watch their loved ones suffer at the hands of the LGT Office… It was really… gruesome. I don’t want to go into details of this either.

I wonder if there’s really something wrong with my brain…


About Kimono Party Girl

I was born and bred in Singapore for the first 20 years of my life, and then I decided that even after flying all over the world as a flight attendant, life is still too boring. So, in search of more adventure and add spice to my life, I quit my job, packed up, and left for Japan - which is, to me, the promised land. I've always been fascinated with Japan ever since I was 8, thanks to Ayumi Hamasaki, aka the Britney Spears of Japan. She's the first J-pop singer that I have been obsessed with, and my first contact with the Japanese language was through her lyrics. Yup, I first learned my Hiragana from her song 'I am'. But what really sealed the deal was my first trip to Japan in 2010. The fresh air, the beautiful cherry blossoms, the endless fast fashion trends and the awesome food was what made Japan the land of my dreams, and it had since become my goal to one day live, work and party in Japan. So after working like a horse as a flight attendant for 2 years and saving up a decent amount, I made a big leap of faith and moved to the land of the rising sun. I have studied one year of Japanese and two years of graphic design. Currently, I'm in the midst of shukatsu (就活 - job hunting). Wish me luck!
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5 Responses to Bad Dreams.

  1. charlene says:

    random dreams!! 🙂 HI IRENIEEEEEEE DREANNIIEEE (damn dream doesnt rhyme with your name…unless your change your name to IREMEEEEE!)

  2. mirajii says:

    LOL what the. no way am i changing my name man XD

  3. ching says:

    are u anorexic. get help from a doctor, please.

  4. varumin says:

    love you deeep deeep happy nuu year~!

  5. ching says:

    why do u delete my post. are u hiding ur anorexia. im concerned for u. i know u in real life but im not twlling u who i am

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