Call Me!!!Got my new phone at last. Motorola E398! Got a candy bar phone in the end, all the clamshells are… not nice enuff, it’s a guy thing- we want beauty and functions. Hahaha. This phone’s pretty cool. Large enuff screen, blue tooth, usb connectivity, expandable memory card slot, camera with flash, mp3 ring and message tones. All for a price of 98 bucks! (As of today? It went down further to 18 bucks. Thanks M1, that made me felt really good).
Anyway, had fun customizing the phone. It’s pretty funky now. Has a Kill Bill theme to it. Lucy Liu hollers whenever some one msges me. Heh.
P.s. I have free incoming now. Same number though. Feel free to call.
Dreams.Remembered (long long ago) that I promised to blog about some of my dreams. Now’s as good as any I guess…
Went to Wild wild wet during the lunar New Year period. It was supposed to be a cohesion day for my unit. About a month ago. Had this dream. Told Fel about it. She dreamt that someone was after her, in a bounty hunter kind of way. Me? I dreamt that I was back at Wild wild wet.
Except everyone’s dead.
The entire place was bloody. Esp. the pools. Corpses were floating in rhythm to the waves made by the wave pool. More bodies were sliding out of the water slides, face down and head first. Somehow, I could remember the feeling, the exact sensation as I wade through the pools. How the hair of the bodies brushed against my legs. How I had to “brush” and push my way through the bodies as I trudge my way past the cold corpses. I can still recall the water/ blood sounded as they swish and swoosh about their way in the water/blood theme park.
And the bodies… they were all floating face down… just beneath the water surface.
Then I remember someone standing under this yakult bottle. This bottle is actually a huge drum elevated drum, which takes time to fill up and then tilts over to splash its contents down on kids…. No prize for guessing what came out of the yakult bottle. Limbs and more blood. But what’s scariest was the person underneath it. He was dressed in a catholic frock. Except it was in reverse color, white with a small black rectangle at the neck area.
And he was raising his arms up as the limbs and blood was emptied on him and somehow the mess parted just as it was about to touch him. There was this dramatic slow action that followed where by he lowered his gaze at me and I realized that he had no pupils. There was just this searing white burning into me.
It felt weird having you look at yourself.
Luncheon Meat and Peanuts.Was asking around my friends if they ate a certain kind of luncheon meat when young. It’s this luncheon meat roll wrapped in egg. You pop them out of a can and it tastes horrible. Used to loathe it as a kid. They are about the size of fire starters u used during bbq and they taste as bad as fire starters too. (Not saying that I tried eating fire starters before… but I digress)
Anyway, I dreamt that I was in a huge vat filled with lots of these horrible tasting suckas and…
Christine was outside, peering down and laughing hysterically. Have you people seen her laughing hysterically? I have, once, in jc. You know, those kind of laughter that have you bending over and squatting down because your sides hurt so much. The kind that you luff so heart that your hair’s all over ur face. Have you luffed so hard that you start jerking and u looked like you’re luffing but there’s no sound coming out because you’re luffing and gasping for breath at the same time?
She was luffing in that manner as she point a finger at me and proceed to hit some buttons which caused more of that awful tasting shit to come pouring down. Luffing and luffing. So hard until my entire face got smothered.
*Wince*
