Every nite as I lay in bed before sleepin, IÂ’ll be naturally flooded with the deepest inspirations--- All the majestic aspirations I ever had suddenly seemed achievable, all my worldly troubles seemed so trivial.
I was able to formulate plans for all my goalsÂ… from the macro level to the most personal level. I could design the ultimate training program to muscled up my body, become better lookin, have more self-confidence.
I cld reconcile with all my lost frens, somehow meet & fall in love with her again.
I cld write a liberating thesis that will change the entire landscape of nice guys dating & win a Nobel prize

I cld set up my wildly successful business, put my face on the Forbes magazine & fed-ex a copy to all my rubbish ex-girlfriends who is living with her abusive jerk BF in some rented apartment in Joo chiat
As I get older, richer & wiser, IÂ’ll write best-selling fantasy stories like Rich Dad Poor Dad (mine is Rich Boy Poor Boy), inspiring self-help books for the depressed, give free preview but costly seminars on how to get rich & romance
IÂ’ll eventually make enuff money to buy an entire island off Fiji & retire happily ever after with mum& pop.....
But when i wake up, i usually can't feel a trace of the zeal or overall feelings of last nite..
Time to Lam Nua again