Woke up in the morning to go to Ubi. Didn't feel too confident about this prac 5, but I booked a revision session before it. Revision was normal, the road was mine and I can do anything I want to.
Met this guy who was about to ORD. He said he was a BMT sergeant, 'the cialat' type. And goes on to say how lucky I was to go in after him. Cheh, fuck off la boy. Action only.
After revision, Prac 5. The instructor from Funny #1 and #2 took charge of Prac 5. Anywayz, the evaluation went on smoothly, and I didn't make any immediate failure mistakes. But somehow I know they're gonna pluck my mistakes here and there and end up more than 10 points. So, I didn't even hope for the best after the prac. Went pillion riding with this fucked up funny mama dude. He was all, "Dey, not so fast la..." Hahaha, amazingly, he could support me through all the courses without much problems. Not bad ah.
The results... I passed! Extremely unexpected, but I really thank that instructor. That Mama dude also passed. So did this foreigner guy (1st timer sia!) I was damn happy. Extremely happy to notice that I got a fever. (It was raining like mad during the Revision, and I couldn't dry myself off for the Evaluation)
Couldn't bring myself to go to Grandma's house, instead, I fell asleep. That's when I had that cool dream.
Couldn't remember much of it now, but it goes something like this:
I was as if in some kind of movie, part zombie, part weird shit. It started out with this weird shit. I was in some kind of civilisation, extremely high class. But the 'evil' group was taking over the 'government' and somehow I was accused of being a spy. So I managed to escape with this somewhat hot girl into this shopping district.
Now comes the zombie part. The shoppers, cashiers or anyone else there weren't exactly normal. And we saw Newspapers and TVs with nothing but lines. No text, no pictures. Weird. So me and that girl walked through the malls and all, with these abnormal people staring at us. Then suddenly, they chased us, like zombies. AHA! Then JILL VALENTINE somehow appeared and saved us! WOohooO! Then she brought us to some sort of hideout where there are more survivors.
At this hideout, somehow I discovered the doctor there was the one responsible for the mutations earlier. And Arnold Shwarzzeneggor(dunno the spelling) was the 'president' of the hideout, which somehow contains the whitehouse. "weird huh"
In the hideout I met Rufee (this girl who was in JC 1st 3 mths only, not bad lookin')
Don't know why she was there, but she was there... By this time, the doctor had come up with some evil plan to outcast me. And he did. He claimed I have contracted the virus and got the whole community to send me back outside. So I went.
But Rufee came after me. Forgot the rest but the dream ends up with the hideout being attacked by the zombies and the doctor was half right about me, coz I somehow developed superhuman strength and was able to defend myself and that girl. I woke up at the climax.
DAMMIT! Tried to go back to sleep but I know I had to go and handle matters at Grandma's house. Such a cool dream. It's so cool that i'm writing it in my blog so that I won't forget it.
Just like that Transformer dream I had when I was in primary school.
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