<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:28.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruhui's Weird Dreamland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-115660334415326666</id><published>2006-08-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T07:42:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time long time...</title><content type='html'>hee. pai seh ah. long time din update le. tink i'm juz so super lazy to blog my dreams and i woke up late lah. holidays mah.. haha. so wake up also forget le. Anyway, here's de link to my blog &lt;a href="http://aloevera7street.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aloevera7street.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Juz started onli.. haha. hope will manage to keep it going. i'll try..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-115660334415326666?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/115660334415326666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=115660334415326666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/115660334415326666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/115660334415326666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-long-time.html' title='long time long time...'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114952743334774261</id><published>2006-06-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:56:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Sun 4th jun</title><content type='html'>De dream I can’t really rem le. All I noe is I was at my Taipei trip there.. the sun was v bright, so I decide to take out my sunglass to wear. But I still cannot open my eyes no matter how hard I try, de sun was simply too bright and glaring.. it took mi a while to struggle with my eyes b4 my eyes open up in real life. Haiyo, found my room’s ceiling light was on and de sun was shining right on my face.. No Wonder!!! hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114952743334774261?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114952743334774261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114952743334774261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114952743334774261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114952743334774261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/06/into-dreamsun-4th-jun_05.html' title='Into the dream...Sun 4th jun'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114740086892683663</id><published>2006-05-11T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:47:31.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Thurs 11th may</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Tony Leung (梁朝伟）&lt;br /&gt;Others (forgot le...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo.. was in a "battlefield" again.. 梁朝伟was being chased in a very huge garden. Machine guns were aimed at him everywhere, but he din ganna any shots. Super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/tony%20leung.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Somehow later i was caught by one of de men. They questioned mi where 梁朝伟 was. But i tink i started saying alot of things w/o answering to their qn. Suddenly 梁朝伟 appeared saying, "她在撒慌! 她在撒谎!" Both of us started running again, but in different directions. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up hiding behind a television, praying hard tat they wun find mi again. But aiyo, my hp suddenly sounded -- someone msged mi! Forgot wat de msg is about le, but i quickly switched it to silent mode to prevent others from knowing that i'm hiding there. But aiyo, my hp juz keep beeping and beeping even though i hav already read de msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot how de dream ended, but i woke up le. Guessed wat. My hp (in de real life) was beeping. I checked and realised de msg was received at around 12.30am. And mine is those type tat will keep beeping every 5min if i din read de msg. hahha. got it now?? tats y my hp keep beeping in my dream... (",) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114740086892683663?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114740086892683663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114740086892683663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114740086892683663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114740086892683663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/05/into-dreamthurs-11th-may.html' title='Into the dream...Thurs 11th may'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114532251687888772</id><published>2006-04-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:12:47.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Mon 18th apr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Klement (odac clique)&lt;br /&gt;Huang Ying (jc frien)&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen (jc clique)&lt;br /&gt;Yuwei (jc frien)&lt;br /&gt;朱孝天 (F4's member)&lt;br /&gt;林峰 (HK's actor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mi, peiwen and 朱孝天 were waiting outside Commonwealth Secondary Sch (CSS) for huang ying and klement who have juz returned from abroad. Saw Huang Ying walking towards us, but eh? where's Klement? Den huang ying was like saying sth like, "yest he was on de plane with us, but but but..." hhaha. u noe, like those tv dramas, we expected to hear bad news, so all of us started crying, esp. me(wah,i woke up with eyes wet wet). Phew.. saw klement following up, he was carrying those 古代 bag. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="81" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/400/Untitled-2.jpg" width="73" border="0" /&gt; ok. so we were so excited to accompany both of them into CSS, but that 朱孝天 keep blocking and stopping mi outside de gate. Dunno y he keep pulling mi, dun wan mi to get inside. In de end, i kicked him. haha. Yes, i kicked his private part. hee. 林峰 was at the canteen waiting with other gals -- they were the cheerleaders! hahha. his hair was tied in plaits. They were cheering and cheering because klement was going to take his SATs in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw yuwei. He was yelling and yelling at the carpark. guess wat?! he was looking for his 16-yr old daughter! Peiwen and I were like huh??!! wat??!! tat means yuwei had tat child when he was 7 yrs old??!! hahha.. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114532251687888772?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114532251687888772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114532251687888772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114532251687888772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114532251687888772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/04/into-dreammon-18th-apr.html' title='Into the dream...Mon 18th apr'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114481019997756000</id><published>2006-04-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:56:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Tues 11th apr</title><content type='html'>The dream i can't remember le. Onli this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/kellyAblumedited1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahha. I dreamt that kelly got 2 thick eyebrows on each side, she was filming her mtv. And de above one can wriggle wriggle somemore! hahha. And there was a chinese word 灯 on her forehead also. *no idea* (",)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114481019997756000?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114481019997756000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114481019997756000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114481019997756000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114481019997756000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/04/into-dreamtues-11th-apr.html' title='Into the dream...Tues 11th apr'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114455532808258491</id><published>2006-04-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:03:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Sat 8th apr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Andy Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jacky Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Was inside a house with Andy and Jacky (they look quite young in the dream. heehe). We were preparing to go to school for our exams, which is starting at 10.30am and ending at 11.30am. Den andy started to sing Aaron Kwok's 别说 and Jacky sang 笨小孩. I was frantically looking for my Commonwealth Sec (CSS) skirt, but i couldn't find it. I found NJ's skirt but my top was wearing CSS PE shirt, so in de end i wore CSS PE shorts instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A look at our watch, realised it's already 10.45!! We were late!! We were on de 5th floor, so i suggested using the staircase, but andy wanted to use the lift. hahha. ok so we took de lift instead and he started singing inside de lift again! hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Was walking towards the busstop when jacky stopped besides a lamp post and started to remove the light bulb inside! he removed 3 in total, saying that we'll need it for lighting during the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Board a bus, but saw a naked doll placed on one of de seats. Andy was suggesting that the doll might be a bomb? and wanted to inform the bus driver when the bus driver suddenly stopped at the JE interchange (which looks more like westmall to me). The bus driver took a USB port wire on his hand and started to connect it to the doll. Once connected, the door opened. He said that this is for emergency use, so that everyone can rush out from the bus in the case of any fire breakout. hhahha. ??? don't think got much use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Reached the exam hall, the people were already ending their paper soon. Jacky went up and explained to the invigilator and we were allowed to take the exam! And hoh, it will b an open-booked exam for us, while the others were having closed-book. haha. dunno wat Jacky had crapped to the invigilator. End..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114455532808258491?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114455532808258491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114455532808258491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114455532808258491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114455532808258491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/04/into-dreamsat-8th-apr.html' title='Into the dream...Sat 8th apr'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114325524146629857</id><published>2006-03-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:08:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Fri 24th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Huiling (sec cum jc frien)&lt;br /&gt;Huiwei (lower sec clique)&lt;br /&gt;taxi-uncle (dunno who)&lt;br /&gt;teacher (dunno who)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dreamt that i woke up late for my exam, which is starting at 9.30am. Woke up at 8.45am, so panicked, quickly called to book a taxi. The taxi appeared v fast, de taxi-uncle quickly drove mi to de sch. but dunno y, he was driving halfway when he puked. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached school, my friens were so glad that i'm in time for the paper. Though I forgot to bring de slip for my seat number, i recalled that mine is seat no. 154. i walked to the table, saw huiling sitting there already.. Eh?!? hmm. so not my table. I told myself shld be no. 152 then. i walked towards there, but saw another Huiling! omg... i started crying because i can't find my table, i can't remember wat's my seat no. Den the students around were like saying correct mah, there are 2 huilings initially le mah, cry for wat. hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw a paper on another table, no one sitting there, so hopefully it shld b my seat. But alas, i was abt to sit down when this teacher grabbed the exam paper away frm the table, saying that it was her seat. I cried again. haha. i was desperate to find a seat and an exam paper. Suddenly, huiwei stood up, saying she dun't wan to take de exam le, so i can take her place. Den she walked off, leaving alot of colour pencils on her table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finished my paper, but my paper was filled with chinese songs lyrics. (",) Handed in our paper and we got back our papers almost immediately. There was an "S" graded on the front page of my paper, i flipped to the last page. There wrote, "S=Stupid". Hhahha... i cried again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114325524146629857?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114325524146629857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114325524146629857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114325524146629857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114325524146629857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamfri-24th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Fri 24th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114265485271185586</id><published>2006-03-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:08:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Fri 17th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Huiwei (lower sec clique)&lt;br /&gt;牛奶 (boyband Energy)&lt;br /&gt;林文龙 (HK's actor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appeared on a busy road, with a lot of cars. Huiwei and mi are having this Go-Kart race. We drive v fast and i tink basically we're juz banging into every cars we pass by. hhaha. But no one was injured along the way. Halfway, we hav to pump up the petrol as well as repair any lose parts, juz like wat a normal race will have. hhah. tat 牛奶 appeared as the petrol attendant(see my beautiful photoshoped photo below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/800px-Gas-pump-Indiana-USA%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the funny thing is ah, b4 we can reach this petrol station, we hav to fly over 2 planks and hav to land nicely in front of the petrol pump machine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/scan0010again.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;After pumping the petrol, we hav to go to another station to pass one test-- gymnastics test! And the tester is him: 林文龙&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/1600/linwenlong2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/200/linwenlong2.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But apparently, i tink i ran away after seeing how huiwei was badly &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/1600/linwenlong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thrown over the floor by him. hhahah. end of dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114265485271185586?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114265485271185586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114265485271185586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114265485271185586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114265485271185586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamfri-17th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Fri 17th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114255801180266664</id><published>2006-03-16T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:13:31.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Thurs 16th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Justus (pri sch frien)&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve (jc clique)&lt;br /&gt;Junhong (jc clique)&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Phua (jc horrible discipline mistress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Was in the classroom, in Sharon Phua's Chinese class(hahha. she's supposed to teach english woh). Then dunno who came into the classs with a clipboard. Yes! that "ur turn to go to dental" that clipboard. haha. Suay... Justus's and my name was on the list and we had to go down to the dental clinic at the ground floor. Hoping not to miss too much of our lesson, we ran. But we juz keep running --- we never reach any clinic! We started climbing stairs and stairs (another tiring dream). And forgot wat happened, soon we were back in Sharon Phua's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, then after a while ah. Dunno who came into the class again with the clipboard! Our names were called again, say wat we never register and now have to go to the top floor to register. We ran again. I told Justus to take the lift. But he was like saying 5 floors onli mah, no sweat. hhaha. but den in the end, neither did we took the lift nor climb the stairs, we simply leaped onto the next floor!! hahaha. we're so super in the dream. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later appear in another room, with tv. Genevieve and Junhong were there. The tv was showing a commercial about Infernal Affairs II (无间道II). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/wu%20jian%20dao%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I asked them how many words are there in the title of the show. Both of them say 4, but my correct answer was 3. They argued 4 mah -- 无间道II. But i insisted onli 3 -- Infernal Affairs II. hahhha. stupid riz. i tink onli my jc clique will catch the joke. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114255801180266664?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114255801180266664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114255801180266664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114255801180266664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114255801180266664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamthurs-16th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Thurs 16th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114230544873769058</id><published>2006-03-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:05:01.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Mon 13th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.........forgot le &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposedly to be at my block downstairs. But was surprised when i saw so many shops there. hahha. and i got one shop to myself too, i owned it! My shop sells bags, while the others mostly sell cartoon t-shirts. Was in one of this shops when a pong-pong skirt(the onli skirt among the shirts) caught my attention, it was nice. i asked the owner ,an old lady, for the price. She told mi she's selling it at $42. So ex, so i din buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den suddenly, my mother called mi saying got one customer is unhappy with the design of my bag. So i walked back to my shop and this customer told mi tat she wanna a bag where she could adjust the position to put the sling of the bag, for eg. at the end of the bag, or halfway down de zip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/sling%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So of course i tried to satisfy the customer. I told her tat how abt attaching some "clips" to the bag, so tat she can juz clip the sling to any part of the bag. hhaha. The customer was v satisfied with the suggestion(so easily pleased) and bought the bag straightaway. But weird lah, she bought le juz walked away with the bag, without letting mi to amend the design of the bag. (",)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114230544873769058?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114230544873769058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114230544873769058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114230544873769058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114230544873769058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreammon-13th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Mon 13th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114178731560768508</id><published>2006-03-07T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:13:02.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Tues 7th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;hmmm... forgot quite a lot. Scenes frm here frm there, but can onli recall a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;林峰 (actor of Survivor's Law)&lt;br /&gt;胡杏儿 (actress of Survivor's Law)&lt;br /&gt;廖碧儿 (actress of Survivor's Law)&lt;br /&gt;陈键锋 (actor of Survivor's Law)&lt;br /&gt;Peishan (sec frien)&lt;br /&gt;Yanhui (lower sec clique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Was at a performance show, with the 4 artistes of Survivor's Law as guests appearance. But i was late, so in the end i onli get to see 林峰 sing the theme song of that show, the other 3 went backstage le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw yanhui and peishan. They asked mi to join them to jump through a hole from 2nd or 3rd floor(below got mattress. heh) So i ying ze tou pi say ok and join them and wait for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/jump%20thru%20hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I jumped and landed safely on de mattress. hahha. But, after my jump, dunno who told mi how come i jump through the hole when there are stairs over there. :( End of dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114178731560768508?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114178731560768508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114178731560768508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114178731560768508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114178731560768508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamtues-7th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Tues 7th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114169760836959307</id><published>2006-03-06T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:13:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Mon 6th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He-mei ah yi (mum's friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hao-yi (真情's actress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desmond Koh (local host)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 more hosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was inside a big spacious room, like a big technical room. Saw He-mei ah yi, she's gonna recommend mi for a part-time job so i filled up an application form. The interviewer was Hao-yi and the job scope was to wash cars, boats and also to sweep floor. I din get the job in the end cos Hao-yi hired someone else instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Appeared in my css canteen, was there as an ex-NPCC cadet. Desmond Koh, as a NPCC CI,  showed mi around the areas where NPCC will b marching around. But is weird cos he keep showing mi all sizes of doors. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmmm... den suddenly i was on top of a balcony, with 2 hosts sitting in front of mi. I hav to answer 3 rounds of qns, forgot for wat reasons. Eh... i onli remembered one qn regarding sth abt doing laundry stuff. Ah.. tats all for de dream tat i can recall....End of dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114169760836959307?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114169760836959307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114169760836959307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114169760836959307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114169760836959307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreammon-6th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Mon 6th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114161930448182934</id><published>2006-03-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:07:47.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Sun 5th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Kok (my 1st temp-job supervisor)&lt;br /&gt;Tan K C (driving instructor)&lt;br /&gt;Tan K Y (driving instructor)&lt;br /&gt;Aw C C (driving instructor)&lt;br /&gt;Wong (driving instructor)&lt;br /&gt;Geok Yan (pri cum sec frien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appeared in the driving centre(but looked more like my pri sch) to have my driving revision after a v long time. So ah-kok opening de front gate, i walked passed him, tinking tat he most prob wun remember mi since we last met in 2003. However, he stopped mi and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"如慧，干嘛看到我没有跟我讲hello???"&lt;br /&gt;我：“huh.. 我以为你不认得我了。。。”&lt;br /&gt;ah-kok: “哪里！你变成白鬼我都认得你！！” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahha. *sweatz* i tink i juz smiled and walked away.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Started&lt;/span&gt; walking towards de carpark after printing my training form and saw my 4 instructors in front of a car. Tan K C started saying: “ Duu... 那个每次吃糖的来了。” haha. i walked towards them and showed them my training form, but surprisingly, today none of them will b my instructor. Aw C C said: "eh!? 今天教你的是一位gal, 是这里的唯一gal instructor!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked towards de direction he's pointing, and i saw a gal instructor. Abit shocked leh, cos tat gal is Geok Yan. hahha. weird, she's clad in white uniform(looks more like a bus conductor to mi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, started my lesson. Told her it's been a v long time since i drove, so mayb will b alot of errors. I sat into de car. Guessed wat, dunno whether de car is for dwarfs to drive or wat, it's so squezzy inside and my head has to b bent down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/bent%20head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;haha, when i'm already so short. k nvm, geok yan den tell mi to sit at de driver seat. It's still de same leh, but worse, my legs are cramped underneath as well. Nvm, i started to drive. But suddenly i realised below there were 4 pedals instead of 3!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/4%20pedals.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So somehow when i wanted to car to slow down, it speed up instead; when i wanted it to speed up, it slowed down. *Pengz* And i tink geok yan is about to puke. hhaah. Ok den i drove along de long 70km/hr road near de BBDC and 2 ppl were walking in front of my car. Tink i wanted to overtake them, so i started running! hahha. yes! inside de car!! End of dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114161930448182934?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114161930448182934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114161930448182934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114161930448182934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114161930448182934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamsun-5th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Sun 5th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114154588708317079</id><published>2006-03-04T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:08:42.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Sat 4th mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shampoo promoter (nvr seen b4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyband Energy (i'm not their fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fried rice uncle (nvr seen b4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt brought mi to see this shampoo promoter and then this promoter introduced to mi different kinds of conditioner. wow. and it's really alot. she started pouring them over my head to prove tat they really work and really they do!(in my dreams) hahha. but somehow de conditioners appeared to b soaked into my hair directly without having to massage or use any water. end of dream. (cos the dream was cut when my mum shouted: “ 如慧啊！ 10 点多了还不要起来！”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i continued to sleep and den again...i dreamt again....another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was in a coffee shop. i was feeling hungry and went to order fried rice. In front of me were 2 different kinds of fried rice: one with green &amp;amp; yellow peas and the other looks like it's still wrapped in rice shell. i asked de uncle which one is nicer and he offered mi both. And dunno y or mayb i looked like i haven eaten for days, de uncle kept piling and piling rice in de styrofoam box. i say enough le enough le. next time i'll buy from you again. Not done yet, he started to take out de rice, and keep digging out and digging out! hahhah. Weird uncle! and den he continue.. putting in de rice, taking out de rice, putting in de rice, taking out de rice.... nvr ending man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i saw niu nai from boyband Energy. hahha. he's selling zha2 cai4 fan4 and den behind de wok was another member shuwei. hahhah. They started to talk to mi but i can't really remember wats de conversation was abt, except i knew tat i ordered food from them. And then this came again:“ 如慧啊！11点多了啊！你还躺在床上！”&lt;br /&gt;End of dream.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114154588708317079?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114154588708317079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114154588708317079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154588708317079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154588708317079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamsat-4th-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Sat 4th mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114154487150238196</id><published>2006-03-04T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:09:16.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Fri 3rd mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zhu Lan ah yi (mum's frien)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old uncle (never seen b4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few collegues (nvr seen b4 also)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ailian (uni frien)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiubing (lower sec clique)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yiru (sec frien)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben mao (sec frien)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Appeared in Ernst &amp; Young office, was told tat i was their toilet manager. hahhah. sian diao. k den had a meeting on de 1st day of work with zhu lan ah yi, de old uncle, and a few other collegues. we were sitting around a long table, when they started telling mi wat toiletries to buy. Den the worst part is: i have to write a report! i dunno how to write, den i saw this old uncle writing his, and i started to liquid away mine and copy his! hahha. smart! den our reports were each put inside an envelope.(no idea,like having election.heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;k den finally lunch time, i started to look for ailian. i called her, she say today need to start work meh? oh no. den i started to find xb, found her outside a ktv lounge(but it looks more like a foodcourt) with yiru and benmao. she told mi no need to start work today mah. hahha. faint. looks i was conned into starting work first and being a toilet manager. end of dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114154487150238196?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114154487150238196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114154487150238196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154487150238196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154487150238196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamfri-3rd-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Fri 3rd mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114154423092618062</id><published>2006-03-04T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:10:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Thurs 2nd mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Featured:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Wendy (lower sec clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Huiwei (lower sec clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Xiubing (lower sec clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Weiqi (lower sec clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yanhui (lower sec clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We appeared on this bus and were sitting down on de floor to discuss about going to Holland V's Settler's Cafe to celebrate friens' bdae. As we do not noe how to go, i called de branch and asked de person which bus can we take to reach. the person started telling oh this place v inaccessible de, v difficult to reach and blar blar blar. when de call ended, i still din get to hear him give mi any bus numbers.. hhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;k nvm, den we appeared outside a gift shop and we sat down again, outside de shop. i had 7 notebooks on hand and planned to give these as bdae presents(hahhaha. cheapskate), and i started to write names on de notebooks, indicating which book belongs to who who who. but but but, dunno y, i started to b sort of like filling in a job application form!! ahhaha. writing my email, my details, my job experience... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ending of the dream ah? can't remember le, tink my mum woke mi up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114154423092618062?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114154423092618062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114154423092618062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154423092618062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154423092618062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamthurs-2nd-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Thurs 2nd mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114154332198835447</id><published>2006-03-04T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:10:51.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the dream...Wed 1st mar</title><content type='html'>I appeared in this big ocean(but i guessed is onli in sentosa. haha) with alot of my friens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Featured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David (attachment collegue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tim Suan (Pri sch frien)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot more (can't rem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were having this "dragonboat" race or "kayaking". but de difference is, we have no boats, juz a long log which we have to hang our bodies over(see my nice drawing below): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5591/2405/320/log%20in%20waveedited.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there were a few groups, with many ppl to one log, and we were supposed to "peddle" from one end to another. In my grp included david and tim suan(whom i've long time no seen) and others. My group won in de end bcos we used both legs to kick and hands to peddle(piak on de water), while the others used only their legs. hahha. so obviously we are faster! but but but... after we reach one bank, we hav to flip our body over(like swimming backstroke,but with de log underneath still), and den peddle to de other end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tired man!! and we keep going back n fro for a few rounds when suddenly we were told to reach a spot to grab sth on a bank. And weird enough, when we were all still in de waves, suddenly all stood up and run towards the bank!! hhaha. den got one guy managed to grab de thing, but alas. he was squashed by de others and fainted. hahhah. end of dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114154332198835447?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114154332198835447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114154332198835447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154332198835447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154332198835447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-dreamwed-1st-mar.html' title='Into the dream...Wed 1st mar'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23445684.post-114154003181874320</id><published>2006-03-04T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:37:05.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for this blog</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; don't like to blog, mayb bcos i dunno wat to write. haha. but i decided to hav this Ruhui's Weird Dreamland so that i can enter all my weird dreams into this. Hopefully after many yrs down de road, when i read this, i wouldn't stop laughing at all these dreams tat i once had. Can you imagine???? Poor ruhui have dreams everyday!!! oh no, should i c a doc? is this a bad thing or sth tat i shld b happy abt cos not everyone can hav dreams even if they wish? hahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Should have started this blog sooner ah... den all my weird entries will b in le. Forgot quite alot but i do remember some. Probably cos i mentioned some of these to my friens b4 so they somehow remained in my memory. Here are some dreams that i had b4 and still vividly remember (not in any order of significance):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Appeared in my Commonwealth Sec building&lt;/em&gt;. but the friens that appeared in the dream are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my uni classmates plus a few of my jc friens. haha. weird. kk. i was holding both a pistol and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;machine gun. Guess wat. i was going around shooting my friens. hahha. like playing arcade! we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;were running down a spiral stairs u noe, n with all the lying on de floor, hiding behind de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;railings, pipes and all sorts tat u watched on tv b4. hahha. n de funny thing is, no one died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HAHA. Either my shooting skills really cannot make it or my guns are water guns. hahha. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Ok. another "murder" again&lt;/em&gt;. but this time round, the "murderer" is not mi. Is my uni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;frien, Junfa! hhaha. If u ask mi how come he became a murderer, i also dun hav de answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;myself. This dream happened 2yrs ago ba i tink. And anyway, no one died again. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Involved my odac clique&lt;/em&gt;: Klement, me, victor, liting, xiubing and weiqi. The key person in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this dream is kle. He was planning to buy presents for us, and he decided on jewelleries in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;end(but tink victor wun need it. haha). He bought 4 sets and got one set free. He passed to us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;individually and i was happily waiting for my turn when he passed mi a set of the jewellery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Juz as i was abt to thank him, he passed mi a small card, on top stamped "buy 4 get 1 free". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Then he told mi, "Oh urs is the free one". Wahhahhah. *faint* hhaha. k another stupid dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hmmmm.... right now, i can't really rem de rest. But i tink so far, everyone i knew, hav appeared in my dreams b4. hahah. And ah, do you all dream until you'll hav tears rolling down also? and den in the morning u'll find urselves in a pool of tears. hahhah. i do hav leh when my dreams hav cried sceens. Oh ya, i also dreamt of being into one or 2 places tat i haven been b4 or buildings tat i dun tink i've seen b4, but they appeared in my dreams at least twice. anyone has any explanations for these kind of dreams? kinda eerie riz..luckily this happened a few yrs ago, now they disappeared frm my dreams le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hahah. i suddenly recalled a weird dream tat my mum once had. she dreamt of ah-du! (yes, tat local singer) Tat day newspaper reported tat ah-du juz broke up with his gf bcos he don't hav much time to spend with her, so he bo bian hav to break up with her. hahha. and den ah, guess wat?! my mum dreamt of herself as his gf and she initiated de breakup with him at de airport when he arrived, with all his fans around. hahahhah. now i noe y i hav weird dreams too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23445684-114154003181874320?l=weirddreamland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/feeds/114154003181874320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23445684&amp;postID=114154003181874320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154003181874320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23445684/posts/default/114154003181874320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirddreamland.blogspot.com/2006/03/reasons-for-this-blog.html' title='Reasons for this blog'/><author><name>aloevera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388573463804597173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
