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:: Tuesday, May 13, 2008 ::

work, work.

:: kiathy. 1:06 am [+] ::
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:: Sunday, May 11, 2008 ::


this is really queer and i'm some some tech blogs have picked up on it but there's like an auto-youtube-link block on msn. none of my messages which included http://www.youtube.com got through to the other side.

WHY IS MSN BLOCKING YOUTUBE?

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:: kiathy. 2:09 am [+] ::
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:: Saturday, May 10, 2008 ::
.people i actually talk to. is now down to 10. it was 13 in october 2007. oh well.

i had a super vivid 3-part dream - i haven't had vivid dreams in a while.

part 1.

it started off in a classroom with quite a few people. i was there as some speaker and i was telling the group of people that 'this is the cure for the virus that has kept us as 2nd class for so long.' in the dream i was part of a lower caste of people and there were an upper class ruling us, with some sort of virus in our bodies. (it's very orwellian like 1984, which i happened to read about a month ago, and i was part of the proles with our masters being the party i think).

and i had the cure in my hands. it was discovered by a professor who looked totally like my hongkong friend, cannon (yes that's his name) i met on exchange, and then we realised that there was a problem. the scene that played out went

cannon: i'm afraid there might be a problem with the cure, i was caught by one of the masters in the toilet.

and it turned out that he was caught because he showed emotions by humming one of sambiesta's samba tracks, samba duro, when he was pooping in the toilet because he was happy he found the cure. and apparently a show of emotion is illegal in that dream world so they took him.

but they returned him AND the cure to us without doing anything to it. but it turned out that they'd erased his memory as to how to concoct the cure. but he reassured us that it was pretty easy and he just had to keep trying to remember, i can't remember the exact steps but it was mentioned in the dream.

part 2.

the crowd dispersed and then i saw elle and jiahui walking away from the crowd. then i told jiahui 'hey ok meet you later yea i'll go buy some stuff first.' turned out that we were supposed to be cooking or something. then the scene turned to this giant supermarket, and i ended up not buying anything, but i was there with ujin. i only wanted to buy a bottle of pokka lemon tea, but as i went down the escalator i saw that the queue was too long, and i did actually think bout just sneaking it out by hiding it in my bag. yes tendency to steal even in my dreams. but i saw security guards at the gate so i decided to leave it once i hit the foot of the escalator.

in the end we got checked by the security guards at the door and we got checked for stuff in our bags. then the guy took out this..hair-presser like thing that girls use to straighten their hair and scanned our hair with it. and he said we were not supposed to use hair product, like ujin and i had wax or gel on or something and it was illegal in this country. then he started going on about how 'we understand it's okay to use it in your country but when you're here you're not supposed to use it.' it was then that i realised we were in china. cause he explained as he walked us to a main street and at the main streets the shops were all with chinese signs, and with one prominent bar i remembered saying XIN TIAN DI. so that was queer.

part 3.

in the end ujin disappeared and i walked and then i called jiahui and apologised for not buying anything, but i'd rush down after i was done with something at the airport. i don't know what that something was but when i went to the airport i realised that it was pretty late so i called her and said 'hey i don't think i can go over already, can you come straight to the airport?' she asked if i wanted her to just cook some meatballs on her own and she could bring it down and i agreed. then i bummed into my jc classmate, calista at the airport and we sat at a bench. (i've not seen calista for years). then i called jiahui again and only then did i realise we were gonna catch a flight, cause i said 'i think it's kinda late already our plane leaves in about 40 mins so i think you've gotta rush down. can you take the NEL straight to outram and get to the airport? don't go to dhoby ghaut cause you'd have to change again at city hall if you did that.' and i commented to calista that 'it was her first time taking the train to the airport' cause i had to explain so much to tell her to train down. so i was pretty kancheong but in my mind i thought she only needed 30 mins to get from her stop to the airport. and our flight was for 1230 pm, (which was the time we were supposed to meet for lunch the next day in reality so i guess that's how it ended up in the dream).

the end.

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