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Wednesday

hah better say it here b4 i forget.
i stuff e pdl into my wallet!
hohoho i better not lose my wallet until 24oct aye. but i sense tt some unfortunate event is gna befall one me.
that premonition aint baseless aye!
hah had ominous dreams as of:

my brother running after me, pinned me onto the ground. ok, before pple start thinking dirty, it's sth worse! he took a shiny silver fruit knife(still glistering under the dim alley lightings) and tried to dig my heart out. hmmm....weird thing is, he manage to cut it straight despite me struggling(cant believe my climbing muscles cant manage to push him off), and cut a T-shape on my left chest. another bizarre thing is tt that din really hurt more than scratching a ruler across your skin. ok ok. the ending comes(no, it din end cuz i faint, or die of blood-loss). he held my heart in his palm with all the arteries dangling arnd!! gosh

haha...mayb that's the punishment for me for forgeting all about the lsm assignment? or isit tt i've been neglectg biochem for damn long alr...

okie okie! another dream! last last nite tt is...hahah tis dream is long long long...so im jus gna summarise it.furthermore i've forgotten e details!
hah
i withdrew 500 bucks from an atm accidentally! n the guy behind me wanted to withdraw like 100, but the machine only had one note left, so he went swearing at me. then after, i ran off, scared he come hacking after me wad.
hah n when pple saw me running, they came chasing after me! damn shag la....hah they suspected tt i'm damn loaded with cash, more n more pple came running after me! aye...past some bakery shops, did some hurdles over the kopitiam's red plastic chairs. even jumped over the gantry at the train station, sprinted up the escalator, dived into the closing doors, seeing those pple after me having their faces flattened at the window. yays! so i outran them. hah. Ooooh i was on the circle line by the way..."heard" some station names, but forgot alr. then then....was msging arif on e train! he moved house! when just 2 days ago, his mum told him to put some stuff into e paper boxes.

ok. damn shag from all the running. hah how come i never dream of myself slping peacefully, or of me sitting down playing chess. let my legs rest leh...

aye...im off! oh was addicted to paolo nutini's last request some time ago. it's still nice, but there's tis song tt i accidentally got addicted to! heee kate nash's mariella. heard her songs for e first time, was somewhat disgusted. but second time through em got me all addicted! hahaha...they jus sound like tunes u hear when u're in pre-school.

ah wells....i shall b off. till thens!

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