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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
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Hey guys!
Today was awesome dance day. (:
STEP UP + ESPLANADE + SUNTEC COMPETITION!
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Awesome shizzle.
I had a couple of dreams lately. Been harder to remember them though.
Yesterday's one was weird ttm. 4 streeters in a toilet.
Can't really type it here, but it was a Royston Tan-ish dialouge setting that really makes you look at growing up and how children sometimes try too hard to be like adults.
Deep shit, but distrubing shit.
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Wednesday 18th August:
We were on a batch outing of some sort, a mass walk thing at night. It was a cool misty night, and we were walking in single or double files along well-worn pathways through forest and grassland. Seemed like a place more suitable for an army march, but there we were, a large group of RJ kids slowly making our way forward, each whispering quietly to the friends they were walking with.
It was a REALLY cold night, it seemed. you could see your breath, and the ground appeared to be crunchy with frost, making distinctive rustles above the faint murmur of voices in the otherwise silent night. In some places there were large pools of water that had frozen over, and I either sidestepped them or tread gingerly on them, unsure of the strength of the ice, and for that matter, what lay beneath the surface..
I was tired, and falling behind, letting my friends pass me and continue their walk. The road looked so eerily beautiful, but so long, so mysterious. I wanted to go on.
Then my old teacher came along (I'm not sure if he was my teacher, but i knew instinctively in the dream world that he was an old teacher)
"Sir! I'm tired, why is the road so long!"
"Don't worry about being tired or how long the road is. Just skate."
"Skate?" I asked, even though I immediately knew he refered to the pools of ice. I looked at the path again, and sure enough now the entire path was covered by a thin faintly glowing sheet of ice. My friends and batchmates continued trudging along.
"Yes, it's perfectly safe!" He assured.
And I was off. Skating (More like sliding) on the ice, it was great fun and I made my way quickly past all those who overtook me before. The wind whipped my face and it felt great. I saw images of Ngee Ann Poly in my mind as a small abandoned vine-covered school, though I'm not sure if it was my destination or just near the path I was taking, in a small clearning surrounded by trees. I also passed what seemed to be a reservoir of shimmery phospherent water, with a quaint red Chinese boat bobbing off the quay partly visible through the white mist in the dark night. It was really pretty.
Soon the grassy footpath changed to become more forested, and the path while straight started to be framed by thin, garled, tall trees. It got darker than ever, the sort of dark purple we see late at night, but a lot more foggy and with stranger lights glowing around trees.
It was in here that I met David.
I said hi, and immediately my phone rang.
And my right buttcheek hurt like crap.
I fell to the floor while scrambling for my phone. (It REALLY HURT.)
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Dream 2:
It was after dance prac at the Studio, a bunch of us were just sitting around the back of dance studio (The blue mat areas), stretching and talking abit with steffi. The topic switched to some members of street, and strange characters started walking through the DS door every now and then. I remember a fat black African American woman in a white dress, but there was definitely more than one.
I was talking to Yuhan in a small room with random stacks of cardboard boxes. In the dream I thought of it as some part of the Dance Studio. Perhaps it was part of the same dream.
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Dream 3:
I was interogating someone in a house/bar setting, in any case we were seated at a bartop. The person was charged with murder, of this guy called "Helger" and a subsequent person, perhaps the witness to the first murder.
I was tricked quite badly by her. Never got anywhere. Asked her about what happened on the day itself, and she herself didn't mention much that I remember. What I remember though, is trying to get her to talk about her day, every detail, and I had a very vivid image of her in an MRT, buildings whipping past visible through the window, her arms folded across her lap serenely.
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But it was very distracting. A TV show was on, it seemed, and we both paused every now and then to watch the show and only continued the pathetic attempt at integorration during commercial breaks.
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11:38 PM
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