8th of December (Hotel California)

I was driving my old piece of junk on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Up ahead in the distance, I saw some shimmering lights, my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim... I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the counter, I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell... Then, I walked up to talk to her since she looked very familliar but not familliar enough to make out who she was... I think I knew her, yeah I'm pretty sure I knew her but I don't know who she is lol. We talked a bit and shared some stories a bit, it felt like we haven't been talking like this for so long. I excused myself later as it's getting late then I woke up in the middle of the night for a few minutes before falling asleep again.

Once again I drove my old piece of junk to the cowboy-ish restaurant/bar to find the gal. She's nowhere to be seen as I stepped through the wooden door. I asked the bartender of her whereabouts and he brings me bad news. He said that she was dead caught in a gunfire yesterday. I sat at the counter and I called up the captain "Please bring me my wine". Then he said "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969". So, I'm stuck there drinking something other than that spirit they don't have since 1969.

I looked around and was shocked to find the gal's ghost hanging around next to me. It seems that the other patrons can't see her since they're not freaked out by a ghost in a restaurant. She approached me and we talked further. I must've looked like a psycho talking to thin air that time... After awhile, she looked at her watch and told me that she need to go. She rushed through the wooden door that I came in and I tried following. The door was locked and all I can see is her going straight and vanishing into the rain. The door unlocked after she vanished and I rushed outside. There were nothing other than me, my car and the rain. I stood in the rain hoping that the rain will wash away these memories when suddenly the roaring thunder woke me up from my dream.

3rd of December 2010 (Going back... the hard way)

This got something to do with this entry I think. It follows almost the same concept and it's exactly one month since I posted that entry, what coincidence.

It started with me riding a kapchai (those old school scooter that my aunt use to ride) at some country road. The sky was grey as if it's gonna pour anytime soon accompanied by thunders every few minutes. Runned down huts made of thin corrugated iron and wood surrounds the area. Thousands of huge gloomy trees with its bark the size of lorry tires were grown along the poorly paved road, so many it felt like I was in a forest. The air was heavy, I was there for something important but my head is too groggy to think. I went deep into the rural area before realizing that I'm too tired to go on that long winding road.

I've decided to trace back, going back to the place I belong. As I turned around, the trees unrooted fell to the pavement blocking my path back as the wind blew stronger. It seems that I've gone too far, too deep to easily trace back now with the storm brewing up. Despite all the obstacle I have to face, I'll march as far as I can get with my old scooter. I got around some trees via some muddy dirt road as droplets of rain hit my glasses. Visibility is getting low, it's raining heavier and the storm became so fierce a lightning stroke just a few yards behind me as if the storm didn't want me to leave the place behind. I was left with no choice but to take refuge in some old school building nearby.

Dusts fly as I stepped into the forsaken building, it seems that the building were abandoned for sometime now. I doubt that the building will even stand if the merciless storm grew stronger. I tried to turn on the lights but to no avail, its either the electricity supply has been cut or the storm was causing a blackout. I made my way to a brighter place, a class room. There was a desk and a chair in the middle of the classroom. The desk looked hauntingly familliar as I go near it when suddenly I remembered. There was a malfunction with that clock (see this entry) I used to get here, I wasn't even suppose to exist at that time.

I must've hit my head sometime or somewhere for not remembering this. I quickly sat down on the chair next to the desk and attempting to really go back where I came from this time. The storm outside was getting stronger by the minute. The wind was so strong that it blew some parts of the roof off letting rain drops fell into the classroom. Still I'm there despterately trying to go home drenched with rain and my own sweat. I found out that there's a keyhole at the side of the desk. I recalled that the desk is locked and I'm supposed to insert a key that I don't have to go back.

I tried the drawer but it's just full of junk rather than the key I wanted. As I closed the drawer, two hauntingly figures of the past came to me.

And then... I woke up...

1st of December 2010 (KL Terrorized)

It started with me riding a bus with two of my old friends to KL in the afternoon. It all looks normal until I saw the twin towers. As the bus passed by I saw half of the twin towers were reduced to rubble and ashes and I was damn shocked. Nevertheless, the towers were still standing. Police and firemen were around the rubble too, presumably searching for survivors trapped under the rubble. I asked my friend (in dialect) "lol what happened there?" and he answered me with "Didn't read news?" I shook my head and then he told me "Somebody bombed the twin towers yesterday ma."

Then when we get off the bus I saw two dogs. The dog's fur were trimmed like snoopy with a dot for its eyes lol, it just resemble the cartoon snoopy 100%. The other one, which was just beside snoopy looks alot like Odie from Garfield and... yeah Odie looked stupid XD. Then I can't remember what I dreamt... zzz