Salam to all.
It was sweet of Ms Khor acknowledging us..but sweeter if she includes the date as well. Thanks Ms. Khor. You rock.
Lets just say, I had a horrifiying movie playing in my theater of unconscious mind. It was not sweat that made me wet when I arise, but it was tears running down my cheeks. Had I been weeping for the past few hours? I did, and as I blinked my eyes, I was still crying. I cried in my sleep for this first time this year. And it had always been the same dream since I was old enough to have my soul separating from my body. Same old reasons, same old people, but maybe the setting was different, somewhere else.
Weak, thats all I am. Just weak. Punch me, slit me, kick me, behead me and you wont have to worry out of your guts no more.