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Bad Premonition
Last few days had a weird dream.
I was joining a group of mafia, as undercover..guy undercover. The scene was in a shopping mall, tin-food department.
I had the whole works; 5-oclock-shadows, thin-drug-infested-face, ruffled hair, filth-rich-dirt-ugly blood-colored suit with dark blue under shirt..and I looked like I smoked quite a lot too.
U know when u r in a dream, u feel like u r in the character for ages, so absorded in the character that u just behaved in character instead of thinking beforehand?
Well, I was like tat..till the mafia boss came in and mentioned that they're looking for a mole inside the brotherhood. I felt something was very wrong then..I was wearing a high heel. And the mafia boss noticed. (Surely I was in a dream, cos in reality, I'd never do such mistakes. In my dreams, my imaginations always got better of me.)
SH*T
Surely I'd become the first suspect by default. Sweating my a*se off, I tried to come up with the most plausible of excuses..and I did, till I discovered my sis was in the shopping mall with us as well.
She'd blow the cover, that's the first thought that came into my mind. Trying to keep my cool, I explained my predicament to the boss. When I get to the climax of my so-call plausible explaination, she started mouthing some eerie sound effect (u know those old cantonese dramas has that tragic song when somebody dear died?).
*DOUBLE-WHAMMIE
So, being in my character, I shouted the filthiest curse at her (u dun wanna know). Why I did that I had no idea..it just seemed befitting of the moment and personality. Besides, she wun remember it when I woke up.
I really dun wanna experience gun shots in my dreams.
Then I woke up..God still watches over me. Haha..
So, bad premonition, but no gun shots.
I'm a happy post-gal-pre-guy-mafia-undercover-hot-pants-on-fire.
I was joining a group of mafia, as undercover..guy undercover. The scene was in a shopping mall, tin-food department.
I had the whole works; 5-oclock-shadows, thin-drug-infested-face, ruffled hair, filth-rich-dirt-ugly blood-colored suit with dark blue under shirt..and I looked like I smoked quite a lot too.
U know when u r in a dream, u feel like u r in the character for ages, so absorded in the character that u just behaved in character instead of thinking beforehand?
Well, I was like tat..till the mafia boss came in and mentioned that they're looking for a mole inside the brotherhood. I felt something was very wrong then..I was wearing a high heel. And the mafia boss noticed. (Surely I was in a dream, cos in reality, I'd never do such mistakes. In my dreams, my imaginations always got better of me.)
SH*T
Surely I'd become the first suspect by default. Sweating my a*se off, I tried to come up with the most plausible of excuses..and I did, till I discovered my sis was in the shopping mall with us as well.
She'd blow the cover, that's the first thought that came into my mind. Trying to keep my cool, I explained my predicament to the boss. When I get to the climax of my so-call plausible explaination, she started mouthing some eerie sound effect (u know those old cantonese dramas has that tragic song when somebody dear died?).
*DOUBLE-WHAMMIE
So, being in my character, I shouted the filthiest curse at her (u dun wanna know). Why I did that I had no idea..it just seemed befitting of the moment and personality. Besides, she wun remember it when I woke up.
I really dun wanna experience gun shots in my dreams.
Then I woke up..God still watches over me. Haha..
So, bad premonition, but no gun shots.
I'm a happy post-gal-pre-guy-mafia-undercover-hot-pants-on-fire.
Labels: Thoughts
posted by M.E. # 6:12 PM
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