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bones sinking like stones.

all of us are done for

Knock me out cold.

today, i had the weirdest morning ever.

so maybe im getting about worried that my Lost episdes are drawing to an end.

but today's dream. is by far the freakiest i've ever had. sure, i've had krabs chasing spongebob and a mannequin in a taxi, but i woke up 2 times and the dream kept playing.

i was in a plane crash. 2 TIMES. 2 friggin times. the plane crashed 2 times. it lifts off, flies around for a bit, then KABOOM. down we go.

then i woke up. say to myself, interesting.

only to find myself cowering at the front of the economy class section infront of a lady's seat. i was making a light conversation(its never heavy huh?) with her. then sudden the plane lifts off with me standing like a fool. but instead of falling onto the lady, i fell backwards into the divider. defying gravity. freaky.

then, we crashed again. freaky.

before that crash and burn dream, i had another patrick starfish dream. NO KIDDING. PATRICK, THE ONLY REASON I'VE NOT BEEN WATCHING YOUR SHOWS IS BECAUSE NICKELODEAN ONLY PLAYS RE-RUNS THAT I'VE WATCH at least 4 TIMES. please do not haunt me ever again. go haunt the cats, they fighting again.

counting money. patrick, he was counting my money. i know, PATRICK, YOU CAN COUNT?!

and it gets weirder.

on the way to the train station, i met hayati. nothing much between me and her. just that she dumped me when i was ..10? ok, NOT FUNNY ALRIGHT.she wanted to concentrate on her Streaming Exams.. i gave her that cool 'hey, hello' and walked off. i could hear her say to her friend that i was her primary school friend. i wonder if she told him more about me. hmmmmm.


both of you, you've lost me.
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19 July, 2005 14:46. Blogger nada says.

hahahhaahhaha!!    



19 July, 2005 19:48. Blogger hmm says.

im sure you're laughing at patrick being able to count money.. im sure..    



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