why do people like to
scratch their mosquito bites and draw crosses in them
dig their noses and smell/eat/roll the buggers
pinch their pimples
bite their nails or pull out bits of skin beside their nails
shake or swing or vibrate their legs subconsciously
make funny faces at babies
stick their tongue out when they make a mistake
comment about your weight if they haven't seen you in ages
wear black
eat food that are sweet, sour or salty over bitter
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
A weird dream
The jungle was like any Malaysian jungle, a little dense on the ground and muddy tracks fashioned by a few hikers before us. My friends and I were walking through it. Then for some absurd reason, I sensed danger...I told them we have to turn back. It's WWII, the soldiers will find us! So we dart through trees, and came upon a clearing, with some squatter houses.
Suddenly there were soldiers everywhere! A friend (I'm declining to mention names, cuz some of them are ppl reading this blog) and I slipped into one of the houses to hide...but we were finally caught anyway.
We were all thrown into prison. I couldn't really remember much of what happened to the whole lot of us, but our captors were pretty sadistic. Each of us had our own type of 'torture'. For me, it was to face a torturer one on one in a dimly lit room. Behind the torturer (which was a woman, with a face I shockingly recognised) was an array of weapons. Clubs, swords, knives, sickles, etc. I was given an axe. Here was the deal; if I could kill the torturer before she kills me, I could go free. If not, every few minutes- starting from the 'least harmful' weapon- she would switch to a worse weapon and start cutting me to death.
She started with a switch blade. I thought an axe was an advantage, but it was so heavy I could hardly swing it. Half the time I was just defending myself from her swift attacks. But fortune would have it, I actually manage to knock her out a little. At one point she looked dizzy, and I decided I was gonna run for it. I ran for my life,...past the guards and and doors. Then I came to a wooden platform and realised that the whole torture chamber was a wooden structure built on sea, surrounded by sea. The sea was choppy, and the wooden structure was close enough to land for me to escape. A friend was already on the other side, he must have been one of them who escaped too. "Jump," he told me, "quick!"
The phone rang. I staggered out of bed and answered it. "Is Dad awake?" my mum asked. I passed the phone to dad and wondered....did I escape?
Suddenly there were soldiers everywhere! A friend (I'm declining to mention names, cuz some of them are ppl reading this blog) and I slipped into one of the houses to hide...but we were finally caught anyway.
We were all thrown into prison. I couldn't really remember much of what happened to the whole lot of us, but our captors were pretty sadistic. Each of us had our own type of 'torture'. For me, it was to face a torturer one on one in a dimly lit room. Behind the torturer (which was a woman, with a face I shockingly recognised) was an array of weapons. Clubs, swords, knives, sickles, etc. I was given an axe. Here was the deal; if I could kill the torturer before she kills me, I could go free. If not, every few minutes- starting from the 'least harmful' weapon- she would switch to a worse weapon and start cutting me to death.
She started with a switch blade. I thought an axe was an advantage, but it was so heavy I could hardly swing it. Half the time I was just defending myself from her swift attacks. But fortune would have it, I actually manage to knock her out a little. At one point she looked dizzy, and I decided I was gonna run for it. I ran for my life,...past the guards and and doors. Then I came to a wooden platform and realised that the whole torture chamber was a wooden structure built on sea, surrounded by sea. The sea was choppy, and the wooden structure was close enough to land for me to escape. A friend was already on the other side, he must have been one of them who escaped too. "Jump," he told me, "quick!"
The phone rang. I staggered out of bed and answered it. "Is Dad awake?" my mum asked. I passed the phone to dad and wondered....did I escape?
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