Journey

So the first thing I get from Malaysia is a cut on the lip. Big deal. I also got many other things. Like very tired feet and horrible nails.

I'm watching this nice movie called Pulp Fiction. On my new 22-inch wide-screen LCD monitor. I know, it's a damn old movie. It's only 14 years old. It's nice.

I had a weird dream last night. There were a lot of people in it. A lot of whom I know but would never find in the same room within the next twenty or so alternate universes, but more importantly four girls I have never seen before in my entire life. I remembered being introduced to all of them but no matter how hard I tried I can only recall one: Chloe.

Whatever it means, I have no idea. There are some intricate details I would like to purposely leave out of course. I remember being in that dream, and a then from nowhere a tug from reality. Then I found myself getting up in the middle of some seats on an MRT pulling into Woodlands station.

And then I woke up.