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Monday, July 26, 2010
It's Been 2 Years

For the rest who weren't there.
Introducing (from left) Paul, Sam, Jamie, Shelly & Tina of 2008.

Sarge & Ma of 2008

I was hoping to find another face, but I am the only one left in the picture. 

Well, moving on to greater things. Lol (;


Anyway, it's been a long time since I woke up remembering a dream. Saturday night was the night, but it just had to be a nightmare..................

I dreamt of being stuck on a street that looked similar to Orchard road. I was stuck because the street was congested with humans and monster aliens. The monster aliens were damn scary, and all the other the humans around them don't seem to be freaked by the monster aliens. Everyone was rushing, pushing, shoving, as if in some rush. You know, like how Singaporeans are during peak hour in an mrt. I was in the middle of it all, alone and scared. I was so scared that I didn't even bother trying to figure out where I was. But I knew that I was on my way home, but I wanted to get the hell out of there first before I figure out how to get back home. But I couldn't move from the area because everyone else seemed stronger than me, and I freaked out whenever a monster alien came near me. They all looked like they were gonna eat me alive. I started crying and I called G to see if he can come pick me up and bring me back to the factory.  He picked up the phone and I started crying even more while trying to tell him where I was. At first he couldn't figure out where I was, but then the next thing I knew, the white vito van came into view, loaded with all the Thespian boys at the back. The van was on the road, and I was on the pavement. I tried to push my way to the van but it was so hard because the people and the monster aliens kept shoving me back. Then I woke up. I still cannot forget the fear I felt in the nightmare. It seemed so real. I feel scared just talking about it.

Then there I go again, wondering what the nightmare meant. Or if it even has any meaning.