Right now, I'd really wish I had the strength to be sitting at one of the bars at the corner of Jonker Street, drinking beer and watching the millions of people whiz past me while typing this.
Instead, I am trapped in this cold cold hotel lobby, paying expensively for Internet and my headache intensified by the bad lounge singer and annoying Chinese new year tunes they have on repeat over the speakers.
Empty lobby.
Yes, I am complaining. I've really liked traveling down this year. I would've liked it even more if my first day wasn't bogged down by fatigue and my second with this headache that has been with me the entire day. It must be the heat, the air or just the stupid selection of songs they have.
Ugh. Grumpy grumpy. I'm just glad I have access to watching series online and being able to type this.
Last night's dream was so vivid I awoke abruptly with a shock despite being so tired. I just think the worst part about my dreams are that they involve so much emotions that it gets really tiring. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning feeling more tired than I was at night. I think I'm gonna buy a dream catcher to help catch bad dreams.
Hopefully tomorrow turns out better.
The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate, I love.