So I slept early-ish last night (at 11pm) cos I was pooped and although I had(and still have) a lot to study, I needed some shut-eye.

So off I drift into the world of sleep and who might I meet on this restful journey through the land of slumber but Mr. Michael Jackson (RIP)! So here I am lying in bed and he approaches me on what appears to be a cloud and hands me a packet of milo. Then, he goes, "If you plan on donating your hair for a cancer cause, you can have MY hair to use as a wig". Then he gives me that cheeky little smile he gave in his "Remember The Time'' video where he grins at the guards before spinning around and turning into a pile of golden sand.

Haha.

Seems like all this IB-ness is really getting to me.

*wonders if this time next year I will be checked into some psych ward somewhere*

xx

Mpap