life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy;
Monday, 10 May 2010 // 20:20
The flashing of the lights, it might feel so good
But I've got you stuck on my mind
-Adam Lambert, If I Had You
The Truth and If I Had You are being released tomorrow. Yay.
Hmm. I technically don't have much homework, just 2 LA worksheets.
But I have to write my last Chinese compo of the semester tomorrow.
And I have a jianbao due on Wednesday and I know after training tomorrow I won't be bothered with the jianbao.
But, heck. FlashForward's on in half an hour.
Oh. I got this really really weird dream Sunday morning.
Uhh. So I'm like eating at this place with a bunch of people I do not recognize but apparently know in my dream.
Then I wanted to go to the toilet but all the toilets around that area were like, really really weird.
So I wandered into this super high-tech place, and met one of the girls I was eating with and we started ranting about not being able to find decent toilets.
Then suddenly we were captured by this probably government-affiliated group, who are trying to use drugs and neurotechnology blah blah to turn humans into uncreative submissive zombies so that we can become slaves and stuff.
After that for some reason I was brought into this room with one of the higher-ups, and she started ranting to me about creativity, can't really remember.
So I told her the Secondhand Serenade guy was still alive. Because apparently he was some super important creative figure in that setting. And I don't think I called him that in my dream, but I'm quite sure I didn't call him by his full name either.
Then she got pissed-off. And since he was in some super critical operations and she controls the place through tabs(like, browser tabs), she just closed the tab and he died.
I started screaming and screaming and screaming at her for killing him, and I guess they tranqed me and gave me the random drug to control me?
After I wake up, I'm walking to this place because the drug has started taking effect and they can now control my actions but not my thoughts so I'm still pissed-off and hateful.
Then I walk into this weird place that reminds me of a clinic, and I saw the girl from just now. Then we realize we're both not completely transformed yet and yayy.
Then we both get thrown into this room with the same stupid woman who killed Secondhand Serenade and she demanded to know Kradam's full name. Like, middle name and all.
And since they would control my actions and I did know what their full names were, I had to write it down for her.
And then I woke up.
I blame Divya for the last bit of my dream. If she didn't tell me one day that AL's middle name was Mitchel I would not have been curious enough to go wiki KA for his middle name. Which is Neil, btw.
And do not ask me why what she wants their names for.
MAYBE THEY WERE IN A PROPHECY AS KICK-AWESOME BESTFRIENDS WHO'D STOP THE STUPID EVIL GOVERNMENT.
Okayyyy, I'm getting more screwed-up than my subconscious.
Today was boring. I spent the whole day shouting "Don't stop Beliebing" at NgXin.
Daphne threw Rebecca's letter for her out and she and a few other people spent really long trying to get it back. While looking like idiots.
We had a cheering session during Class Contact Time. It was dumb.
Divya screamed at NgXin for becoming a Belieber. Because she's supposed to have a good music taste. She likes Kris Allen and JMac and Adam Lambert and Secondhand Serenade and Pixie Lott.
I'm gonna die for homework, as usual.
FlashForward is on in 4minutes. Goodbye.