those are the best kind of dreams, aren't they?

i hold, in my hands, the much sought-after pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

i have discovered my mother's not-so-secret stash of vintage clothing, and all this time it was sitting in my sister's room NEXT DOOR!, covered in dust, left for future generations to discover.

silks satins sheer fabrics of rich vibrant colours tones and shades, pleated linen skirts, pintucks going crazy all over the place on deliciously draped jackets and boleros, prim and proper structured suits, cheeky sailor outfits with polka dots in all sizes imaginable, shiny gold buttons and sashes to add touches of funk, the most delectable range of party dresses, sparkly with sequins, screaming out for my attention with gorgeous floral prints, all to my whim and fancy.

i am in love.

and all this came about because i was on the prowl for a graduation dress. it had only just crossed my mind that i would require a dress for graduation because i heard from mum that my sister (on the other side of the world, also graduating) has already bought her graduation dress and had it altered.

(note: her graduation is AFTER mine)

the 6th of june will be the
most important day of my life.
after 3 years of sweat blood and tears,
i am FINALLY going to become
a goddamn graduate.

p/s: i had a nightmare over the weekend, i dreamt that christine f was telling me i had missed too many of paige's classes (she has never taught me in my life) and i was going to fail. she was crying when she told me. CHRISTINE was CRYING!! actually, we were crying in unison. heh

i tell you, i literally SAT UP on the bed, bathed in cold sweat, thinking and believing that i was not going to graduate. then realisation struck, (a bit later than i would've liked) but it struck.

what a dream i tell you, what a dream.

just then glenn walks in, fresh from the shower. i tell him and he goes,

"those are the best kind of dreams, aren't they?"

me: "why?"

him: "because after you realise it's just a dream, it hits you: you've graduated."

and so it is, just like you said it would be.
cliche, but oh who cares.