So right, it all started with a bus ride. My parents and I got up this double-decker bus and it was freaking crowded. We went to the second and found some seats but those scattered all over the place ones so we couldn't sit together. I plonked my ass onto the empty seat and looked at the person beside me it was this old woman, with very dirty hair, quite fat, very dirty clothes. And she was carrying this huge ass thing wrapped in like clear plastic, you know those cling-wrap kinds? And when I looked closer, I noticed that that thing was a HUMAN. It was a FREAKING BODY. I could see the plastic cling taught onto the body's face, and the face was distorted and pale and its mouth was wide open as if its last words before it died was "HELP". I don't even know if it was dead or not but it sure looked dead. The woman looked very protective of it, like she was holding on to the body to dear life. Anyway I was pretty freaked out and just as I was about to move to another seat, she grabbed my arm and started to tell me her story.

(Flashback) She was this really beautiful girl in her twenties, those Catherine Zeta Jones but softer features pink lips not as Latino-looking kind, combing her lovely long dark hair in the mirror. Sounds pretty creepy but I promise she was so graceful and poised. Anyway she fell in love with this guy, and they were madly in love until he gave her STDs. Well she got pregnant and the bastard left her, and the baby came out limp, thin and deformed because of the disease.

20 years later on a bus, the woman boarded a bus with her kid in her arms. Why it was wrapped in plastic, I don't know why. She kept looking out of the window, as if looking for something, some one or some help. Whatever they were looking for, I hope they found it.

Then suddenly, I was at Granite's house. Typical Indian home setting. Granite was in her 30s now and she had 2 kids. She was lamenting about how her husband left her for another woman, and now she had to struggle to provide her two kids a decent home and education. She was also telling me how it is dangerous to bounce on the trampoline in her backyard because that's how her ex-husband broke his arm last time. It sounds funny but it was honestly damn sad because Granite was all alone. There was another man on the table, I think it was Granite's brother.

Then my dream switched to one of those prata shops, the typical ones at Siglap and Bedok kind. I was with some friends, among them was Mud, Shing, Shang and Rod. Anyway the prata uncle was telling us the story about how he had a girlfriend last time, and they broke up, but now they're like best friends. (Bullshit, I know) So then, as we were at the cashier paying up, Mud suddenly exclaimed quite angrily, "See! He can break up with his girlfriend and still be best friends, why we break up until like that ah?" Then I shouted back "!@#$ you, you were being a !@#$ing bastard you don't get to talk to me like that."

Then we were walking out somewhere along Block 85 there, and then Mud and Shing were walking in front of us and started holding hands. So I got really angry and said something like "DO YOU HAVE ANY !@#$ING IDEA HOW I FEEL?!!?!?!!" I probably said more stuff and more vulgarities but .. cloudy brain. Then Mud just gave the usual i-didn't-do-anything-wrong face and looking at Shing and looked at me and laughed nervously and said "What?! I never do anything wrong what!" So like I stormed off, and Rod caught up with me and followed me to take a bus home. He was trying to explain to me that boys think they can get away with anything just by getting a girlfriend. (whuuuudddd?!) Then like to prove his point, he held my hand (very endearingly - no such word I know) and got up the bus and told the bus uncle that I didn't have any money to pay for the bus fare. So the bus uncle looked me up and down - I felt extremely ugly because I was in an oversized tshirt which says MAMBO in the front and oversized red checkered boxers - and Rod was right, the bus uncle waived my bus fare. There was some image of the beach along the way too. Must be because our trip to Cafe Del Moar never worked out, shit.

Oh and I dreamt that Paul got AABAA for his A's. I was damn excited and I was jumping around and screaming over the phone "OMG PAUL YOU GOT THE SAME GRADES AS ME!!!!" I hope he really did :)