K, N, N

Faced the weirdest, most ridiculous situation ever last night, while sleeping.

I was walking down Orchard Road with K, hand in hand. So I was saying something and when I turned to face him, I saw that he was holding hands with his ex gf (I couldn't really see her face but I knew it was her), on the other side.

So I turned to her and said "hello" cheerily like it was the most natural thing in the world.

So the three of us continued walking, hand in hand. I know we were swinging our hands and we're all happily chatting away and laughing till we reached the art gallery. I had to work, even in my dreams. So I waved them off goodbye and collasped onto a couch. I was just so tired and I knew that something just wasn't right. But I couldn't tell what.

I actually woke up thinking it was real.

Can you imagine if it was?!

But you know what, I was so damned relieved that I'm just a crazy person who dreams up crazy situations... if it becomes real then I've got nothing to say to myself, honestly. Please make me look for psychiatric help.

Thank you.

This might mean that I have to share the single, most exclusive thing I'd ever acquire in life - my family.

Oh well.

At least it's not my offshore bank account(s)? HAHAHA

Omg, I'm psycho. I'm scaring myself.