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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

nightmare.

i had a really bad dream about my first day working at coffee bean.

the manager called yesterday to tell me my work schedule for monday. so i'm guessing that invited the dream reaper. and oh, i'll be at the outlet in island plaza, working from 7pm to 12am on monday.

well, it wasnt much. i mean, the dream wasnt that bad, but how discouraging really! for work i would have to wear "black pants, black socks, black shoes and a white polo shirt". ok lo...

in my dream, i dreamt that i wore the total opposite. i wore white pants, white socks, white shoes and a black polo shirt. hahaha~

so yea, i didnt realise my mistake until i was about to enter coffee bean. my mother and brothers who dropped me off were about to leave, so i shouted and gestured frantically at them. which was weird, because i could have just used my handphone... OH WAIT, mine's been sent for repairs. i guess reality does present itself in dreams.

i was panicking like crazy. and the heavy, monsoon-like rain did not help.

then suddenly, the scene changed. i was sitting in a pew in church, observing people shooting each other...

... with paintballs.



glamourous indie rock and roll.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    2 December 2008 at 14:52  

    hhey!! i applied there b4. was supposed to start den i was forced last min to go into form6 so i din turn up 4 work:P top