Felt so intoxicated by a dream last night. Woke up drunk….maybe it was too intense and I didn't get enough rest and I so wanted to get back to sleep again when the alarm went off. More than usual. Cos I ALWAYS want to go back to sleep after waking up. Maybe the cure to insomnia is to trick your body into thinking it's supposed to wake up for it to crave sleep instantly. You know…Murphy's Law backfiring? You're always the sleepiest when the alarm goes off. Who in the world jumps right up awake after the alarm goes off?Your alarm must be a big pail of ice water right over your head.

Anyway, dreamt that I was a teacher in a school…actually it started really weird. I was going somewhere, to school maybe, where I was assigned to teach. Then I wandered into a very special swimming pool amidst the housing estate in Singapore. It had many layers and pillars, like it was built into the void decks of our typical HDB. The kids were all swimming there and they asked me to join in and I was just wandering around the pool. It was a nice feeling, exploring around. Then later I had to go to class and I realized that those kids I played with were my students. So I was going up to the classroom with my kids. I think Di was with me. Reminiscent of our English-teaching days perhaps. Then apparently they left out 3 gay students and the rest of the class did not want them to join in. Well, just their very discriminating class monitor who was very vocal abt not letting them join in and the rest of the class kinda kept quiet in silent agreement. and I was always one for fairness so I decided to create a great performance for them to perform just so they can show off to the world what they can do and how great they can be so they shouldn't be stigmatized. Anyway, I was showing the kids what they can do and I actually did a flamenco. Then Di said I had to wrong foot in front, that traditionally it should be the other foot in front. I was like, "Did you see how fast I moved those feet regardless of which one was in front?" I never thought I could do that! And the feverish tapping sounds that emanated from the feet!! Wow!! Anyway, we decided to dance to a rocked-up version of their school song. I have the song in my head and it was a nice tune. But I can't remember it now. I think Di and I were funking up the music, making electric guitar sounds and drumbeats. I think it was partly like School of Rock. Of course we had talented musicians in our midst of students who can do up the school song for the dance. And I was also conveniently and logically (who else would I dream of?) engaged to Mr. Jay Chou, and he has a studio and he was delighted to help arrange and produce the music w my kids. I was also planning my wedding to Jay as well. It was a GREAT dream. Then the alarm went off. I set it on snooze and dreamt a little bit more, about the recording part, then the alarm went off again and I woke up feeling so drunk. Sigh….good dream. Too bad I have to work. They should qualify good dreams as an excuse to take sick leave.

Anyway, yesterday had a big meeting with HR to discuss any issues we have regarding work. Well, I have one but I can't exactly say it out. HR manager says to vocalise any suggestions but please do not make complaints. Well, what else is left to say then? My suggestion is please, let my boss do what she has to do, not pass them over when things go bad. She handle things then when it goes bad, when she has to reject them or tell them bad news, she hands them over to me. I have to make the phonecall to apologise. I have to say no to the guest. Sometimes she'll give me an hour briefing just to keep me updated on this issue she was handling and that it has come to a point where she has to tell guest "No, cannot" so she tells me how to tell him. i find that greatly annoying. Why should i explain for her mistakes?

Just feeling a tad blue, thinking abt how much I'm not earning enough to take all this shit. apparently my salary is ludicrous for a foreigner with my language skills and that the hotel is rubbing their hands with glee at how they have cheated me to work for them at slave's cost.