Of Dreams

Have just awoken. My dreams have been repetitive of late.

I'm walking in Holland Village is Singapore, searching. For what, I really do not know. Sometimes I have friends with me, but most times I'm alone.

I look for a 7-Eleven. I find one. I want to buy fags, but they only have Durex cigarettes. I search for Marlboros, but it is hopeless. I continue walking, wandering, up and down. If alone, it feels shit.

I see a dingy kopi tiam. I walk in and get my Marlboros. As I pay my seven-something Sing dollars, I turn around. Sitting at the end, I see someone from my past, picking at a roadside burger.

Just what the hell does it mean? I always wake feeling down.

CC is done with the Penang portion of his degree, and will be going down to KL this Friday. I'm gonna miss you, bro. Keep well and don't feng tau. Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donggg.

Finally went to Intan Nasi Lemak (the one behind Free School) last night. Met up with Kelvin and Gomes. It's always a blast when it's just the three of us. Remnants of schooling life, I guess.

I have yet to see three very important people here. Once I have done so, I can go back to my hell hole in peace. Larry a.k.a. Dr. Sotong - still in IMU, finals now; we've been sharing since before we had pubic hair. Irene - who has yet to come home from the US of A. My sister - who seems to care not that her super kawaii lil' bro is back from no man's land.

Will be flying down to see my sister this Friday. Am dreading it (the flight, not the seeing-her part). Gotta get some stuff from KL anyway.

I don't want to dream the same dream again.

Are you there? Do you still exist? Or am I merely kept by a shadow, a dream? If I don't find out, this will never end.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Thursday, June 02, 2005. You can bitch back.