surrealism at its best
here's to what i remembered in between..
err, okies, i watched 1408 wif haida. can i say the movie was kinda weirdly scary? cos like, ere's no shock horror in all the traditional sense.. the ghost were like holographic images but i was scared shit when i i knew the ghost is gonna come out.. haha.. danggg.. den a few days later, anthony told me he saw me and haida.. and i'm like, dang, how does he know its me.. ouh well.. so gave her the prezzie tat i spent the last few days workin on in camp..
den there was the meet up wif duck.. at my old home ere.. she, wan and zubir.. so tat was the first time i pillion my bestie, not too bad.. she skipped the troubled times i had wif my baby.. haha..
okies.. i was too lazy to write down tis surreal dream i had but since i forgot wat i wanted to blog yesterday the minute i step into my house, i guess tis aint such a bad time.. so here's the weird dream.. i remembered bits and pieces of it though.. so here's the few parts i remembered.. it was in a school.. and for some weird reason, i was tryin to clim this ladder.. cept tat the the steps were like huge rubber dildos but were in fact worms.. let me rephrase that.. they ARE worms shaped like brown dildos.. and suddenly i was upstairs and i was like in the holy grail of sound mixers.. they were like everywhere and there was another tower also with a few mixers.. didnt know how to get there though.. so for some weird reason, i was walking through it and wham.. tis indian-caucasian came crashin into me and it seems she like knew me for a long period.. at least i felt tat way.. so she was sobbing on my chest about something i forgot.. i remembered holding her tight, comforting her, i almost felt the tears soaking through my shirt.. i felt her hair, felt her back. it was all so real, yet i know it wasnt. then suddenly a security guard came and told us to make out outside of the hall not inside and i remembered she went beserk cos we werent and she wanted him to know i was comforting her and were accused all the same.. so we stormed outside and i remembered going out of a lift and being introduced to her lecturer and she started complainin to her about hte security guard falsely accusin us downstairs.. and wham, my dad wakes me up to sahur.. its sad tat i forgot the teacher's name.. cld haf tried to look up if such persons exists..
ouh well.. so lets see, in between, i met up wif guys from camp.. the malays i met to go for career talks and comex, the chinese to go to boat quay for a meet up..
and yea, its kinda weird tat i met lots of ducky's fwens but she will like die die never want to meet any of mine.. maybe its tat i never asked her recently but i remembered in the past, she wld always find a reason not to meet them..
so here's a toast to my new found like in art.. makin photos into fine art.. dunno if i'll carry it thru for very long or not.. ouh wells...
and its weird i'm like talkin to aisyah's cousin.. weird but kinda nice.. and its weird if i ever were to see her, i wld like mumble sumthin and say i need to go off.. i guess somethings are just better off unknown..
and ouh yea.. watched ratatouille with adlin.. it was kinda nice.. the show.. yea.. haha.. okie, bad imagination by me i know..