I had a dream, yesterday night of the night before (my memory's failing me nowadays). I dreamt I was walking somewhere in the suburbs of johor (i think). Like, the family bought a house there, which is pretty small in the dream compared to this current one. And so I walked on, and met my primary school good friend, like how he should look like at our age. Older-looking, a goatee, well toned body and all. Okay that sounds a bit gay. Heh. But anyway, we just exchanged our normal greetings and thats it. We walked off in our different ways. Quite sad a dream for me.
And when I woke up, I kind of realised that it was very me to do so. I just am not great at keeping in touch with people.
Gee, a reason to get panicky..




And my oh my. I so miss my firefighting days.