Miata Baby

I want to own a Mazda Miata! The Miata is actually not my favourite convertible but when I recently realise that I could possibly afford to buy a 10 year old Miata, I began thinking about it everyday. Its like a mad young infatuation. I long to feel the Miata, its slender body, feel its romp .. it is so me!

This morning, I met with a owner of a 94' Miata 1.8, red with those white sporty stripes (I feel the stripes is too much) to view the potential purchase. Because of this, yesterday night, I dreamt of dear Miata.

The Miata in my dream is really wierd. At first look, it appears very "industrial" with raw steel plates all around it. Imagine a Miata in one of those steel armour costume wore by medieval knights. Then the owner click on a remote controller and the steel plates start shifting, revealing a light yellow Miata within the protective shell!!! The owner was obviously tired of people scratching and defacing his beloved Miata that he made a protective coat for his baby. The problem is that the steel frame concealing the front bonnet was not done or designed well. Even when the protective plates has retracted, there is still a metal frame around the bonnet which is very ugly.

In the dream, i could only stared at the creature in amazement. I cannot even begin to understand the roller coaster emotion that I have within me. Is this clever or sheer stupidity.. I mean, nobody has done this before. It makes the beautiful somewhat ugly but hey, it also made it uniquely ugly. Yet, it is also so cool in its raw industrial construction... it is so Gotlam city! It is so funky and so backyard high tech! It simply blows my mind away! Pity I did not stay in the dream long enough to test drive it.

Deconstructing the dream to understand where all the shits came from:

A yellow Miata? I have never seen one in my short 2 months of attention and craze about the Mita. This is because my friend, Su Ming suggested that I should have a yellow Miata instead of red... the yellow Miata really looks quite nice in the dream.

Steel protective plates? Industrial rawness? This must be influenced by the Lifeshop friends only party at their Jalan Ampas warehouse on Thursday. At the party, I kept admiring the range of chandelier ... it is made of industrial looking, dusty wires that create the shape of a traditional chandelier, much like what you would expect if you drew a chandelier in line art. It is very batman feel!

Miata! Of course that is because I am suppose to feel a real Miata for the first time this morning instead of staring at the Miata on my wallpaper.

Haiz, when will I get my Miata

Smoking Dad

Recent nights, I keep dreaming that my dad is sneaking Ciggi. That is really odd as he is very very anti smoking. The first time that I dreamt of him smoking, it was really a surprise and we try to avoid each other in the dream. The second time, it has a certain continuity. He seems more at ease smoking in front of me and we felt more comfortable sneaking Ciggi together. I think I am going nuts!

Mahjong & BCTC

3 nights ago, I had this really ridiculous dream. It was a mahjong session at some unidentifiable location. The wierd part of the scene is that it has a kind of tunnel right beside the Mahjong table. So it begins with 3 person assembled at the table, waiting for the 4th person to start the game. While we waited, this 4th person, crawled out of the tunnel and join us at the table. Then the game begins like there is absolutely nothing totally insane about this. It is like this wierd low tunnel is one of the common public transport in Singapore. It is like "sorry, i am late, today the tunnel very jam". Imagine this tunnel as one of your choice of transport while you rush to work in the morning. You now have the MRT, Buses, Taxi or the Tunnel.

Anyhow, we started the game and this guy-from-the-tunnel was evily lucky. He simply wipe us almost clean and winning every game at ridiculous speed. As we struggle to control his winning streak and trying to break this onslaught, I had a sudden realisation. Can the tunnel be the key to his luck? So after discussion with the other players, we unanimously agreed that it must be the tunnel - the 3 wise men decided. So we stop the game and guess what? We queue up, bend our knees and crawl on all fours into this tunnel. The tunnel is really small and as we proceed deeper, we are forced to lie on our tummy and do the leopard crawl. The situation gets worse as there are mud and water deeper into the tunnel. I was the leader in front and I saw a nasty black centipede slitter out of a small crack at the side of the tunnel. In a panicky voice, I shouted "watch out! got centipedeeeee!". Keeping a watchful eye on the evil creature, I advance deeper into the tunnel. This time, a slimy worm like creature began to emerge from yet another hole. It is a big fat slimy ugly leech! "Watch up ah, Xiao Liao, Got Leechhhhh!" .... then I woke up to the sound of the alarm much to my relief.

When I woke up, I was thinking quite a lot about this tunnel thing. What the hell is it? How did it come into the picture?

Then I remember... it is BCTC!!! I think it means Basic Combat Training Course which I undergone during reservist last year. At one of the obstacles, we are required to crawl through this dirty tunnel which is filled with water and mud. Recalling the experience, the BCTC tunnel looks exactly like the tunnel in the dream except for the evil creatures lurking in the dream.

The strange thing is that BCTC was more than a year ago and Mahjong is a twice a week affair ... how did the 2 got mixed together is Einstein's guess.

Singapore Girls

I did dream yesterday. I woke up at 7 a.m. and was very excited that I dreamt again. But it was not a straightforward dream and perhaps it ends minutes before I was awake as the memory is confusing and weak. So I dare not get up from bed and lay in bed trying to remember the dream... unfortunately, I feel alseep again and has no recollection of the dream at all now. Anyhow, I would like to share a bad experience I have today.

I use a service office somewhere at Orchard road. There is this super cute receptionist-business executive there that handles my calls and mails. She has large brown eyes that radiate life and laugh brightly and her smile is so genuine and nice. One look at her and I am immediately transported to heaven and all my worldly worries erased in an instant. I felt comfortable chatting with her each time I collect my mails from the service office. We had some conversation the last 2 times I went and I start to think about her a little these few days. So I got my friends to call the office and leave fake urgent messages for me so that she will call me on my mobile to inform me. Yes, I am a scheming idiot. Anyway, she never called but sms me instead. Then I suddenly suffered temporary insanity and decide I would just call her for a date.

"Hi, Can I speak to ABC?" - Idiot me

"Huh .. er..." - ABC of course

"I want to speak to ABC from 123 Service Office" - Stupid me

"Yes, this is ABC, can I help you?" - ABC

"Oh ... this is Dreamwierd .. I..." - I suddenly lost my ability of speech, the floor is spinning and I have difficulty breathing.

"Oh, can I help you with anything?" ABC said with a little laugh ...

"Yeah, err... this is a little rude ... but I would like to know you better and have a dinner with you ..." I wished I was never born

"oh ... " nervous laugh "I don't do that for clients" ABC

"No, not as client but as a friend ..." I tried to sound cool and laugh a little .. like it is nothing and it is completely normal but my heart was cruely knifed and I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. I knew it was not time yet, why, why did I do this? I plead temporary insanity.. someone kill me now, have mercy!

"oh no .. sorry" ABC said meekly

"oh well, no problem, see you around then" .. my heart just died and nothing seems to matter anymore at that moment ...

"ok, see you" ABC

Haiz, what is the big problem? It is just a dinner? Did I asked for more? What is wrong with just a dinner. Everyone has to eat isn't it? So what is wrong with eating your meal, sitting opposite me and have a little conversation? Am I so loathesome? I am sure I am not! When I was in Bangkok a month ago, I went to hardrock cafe everynight because I loved the live band and all the drinks are so cheap as compared to Singapore. I got to know 4 girls from those nights and we danced all night, chat like old friends and exchange numbers .. just like that. What is wrong about girls in Singapore? Why are they all so cramp up? I am not even an ah beng! You can see the difference with our girls are as compared to elsewhere. Even in a pub or disco environment, they are so so untouchable and difficult to make friends with. Elsewhere, girls will even take the initiative and chat with you.

Anyway, it is another ego bashing day for me. And hey, my only wish is simply to be loved. Looks like even that is too high an aim to achieve. I thought we had a connection. I thought we felt comfortable with one another. Don't tell me all those laughter and chatting are just a fake front - a client service! This is really full of shit! What does it mean by "I don't do that for client" ... am I some dirty old fart asking for sex in exchange for business?! MY GOD! IT IS JUST A DAMN DINNER!

Double Decker Bus

My Favourite Uncle drives the bus for TIBS initially and now, I think he is driving for SBS (or is it SMRT now?) Anyway, I dream of him yesterday. I remember only very little because I woke up rather late and had to rush for the car pool going to work. So I had only about a few minutes to try to recall the dream.

It was at a typical bus depot when I met my uncle and his bunch of kids. They waved to me happily to join them before boarding a double decker bus. So I board the bus too and somehow ended on the upper floor of the bus. Smiling stupidly, my uncle point to the driver seat and sort of asked me to drive the bus. As if it is very usual, I took the driver seat and start the engine. I did not realise anything was wierd while I am in the dream but on recollection, I was driving the damn bus from the second floor. Yes, the driver seats on top. You think it is a great idea because the driver has a birdeye view? It is true somehow until I need to reverse the bus in the dream... I realise I have no idea what is behind the bus! So while, in the dream, a confused me tries to manueveur the monsterous machine out of its parking lot. I reverse carefully but careful is probably the wrong word here because there is no way for me to be careful because it was impossible to see anything behind to be careful about in the first place. Nevertheless, I reverse the bus .. ***BANG!*** damn! I crashed into something! I do not remember running from my seat to the back but somehow, I can now see that I have crashed into 2 vechicles! One a van and the other a car. They are badly crashed in the front and I panic in the dream. In the dream, I break into cool perspiration and kept worrying about how much I would have to pay for the damages. Strangely, Uncle and his bunch of kids had disappeared and I am all alone, worrying and wanting to cry because I am so broke I can never pay for the damages ...