Last night I dreamt of Takuya Kimura. He was in a car and he so handsome…OMG! How I wish I can dream of him more often! Anyway, it was such a silly dream.

I was involved in some charity administration that required me to tally the cash received. The cash were all in red packets. I got greedy and pocketed one packet secretly. After which I ran to the toilet to count the cash. $150. Er…vaguely familiar hor? Anyway, I threw away the red packet and kept the money, thinking I would not be caught. But the cash didn’t tally up and when I returned, I was bodily searched! The committee members found the missing $150 in my pocket. I was very embarrassed and apologised profusely. I pleaded with them tearfully. No, I didn’t plead with them not to report me to the police. I pleaded with them not to tell Takuya Kimura who was around because I didn’t want him to have a bad impression of me!

The Chinese say you tend to dream of what you think in the day. In my case, it seemed more like I dreamt of what I’ve blogged in the past two days.