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Friday, December 01, 2006

ok morning after.

had the weirdest dream last night:
dreamt that i was in some resistance army camp deep in the jungle of m'sia with this fat guy and some other guy, lets call him limboseng. it was WWII. and in this army camp there was this makeshift zoo cum animal market. this zoo had the fuckin wierdest shit. there were dogs and mandrills and this species of gay male leopard who would behave like a female cheetah to live off the male cheetah. then the guy who contributed the mandrills saw me lookin at the animals and asked if wanted to buy the mandrills. of course i said no. at that point in time i was thinkin ( i was actually fuckin thinkin!) " hmm.. this guy must be rich, he must live in district eleven or somthing to own a house big enough to keep two mandrills". i was feeling a little flu-y ( which i actually am in real life) so i popped over to a 7-11 nearby to get one of those vicks inhalers that pck uses. i saw some coloured stuff on the shelf that looked liked inhalers so picked them up. but the salesgirl came over and told me they werent inhalers, they were doggie dildos!!! jus as i was walkin back to camp, we are still in the resisitance camp during WWII remember, the japs came to inspect our camp. every one of the resistance soldiers were disguised as jap soldiers except the fat guy and me. so adnan, adnan of all ppl had a cameo in my dream! who was our sergeant, barked at us to get into our jap gear. unfortunately he shouted at us in english so all the jap guys heard it and realised we were actually a resistance camp. the fat guy, LBS and me immediately jumped into our lamborghini and sped off to s'pore via the north south highway which was only a little more than a dirt track. i vaguely recall the very last thing i heard in my dream. LBS who was in the back seat, asks me "are ya sure ya want the fat guy at the wheel?"

where the big hullabaloo fuck did that weird shit come from man??!!
must be the combined effects off flu medicine, a subway melt, and exam stress la..

God please help me in my next three papers.

stone :: 10:42 AM

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