A few months ago, last June to be precise, I went on a 5 day trip to Singapore. It was all great and fun. But last night, I dreamt about Singapore. On my dream, I was on my way back to my country. It was around 2 in the morning already, and I just arrived and for some reason, the lady in a somewhat reception booth asked me for my luggage ticket. I was thinking "they have that?" Then I checked and there was none. But I noticed it was stapled (yes -_-) somewhere in my luggage. So I pulled it off and it got torn off. I gave it to the lady and she didn't accept it. I was so freaken annoyed, I mean, she could just paste them together. It's not like I did it on purpose, it was purely accidental. But NOOOO. The big fat-assed lady didn't want the bloody old torn up paper. She made me apply for a new one which made me stay at the airport until 4 am. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who she gave troubles too. There were heaps of us. We were all annoyed. Good thing I was the first on the line. But still, staying for more than 2 hours at the airport just for a freaken paper is not fun. She should disappear. Good thing it's a dream.
The rest of the day made me remember the rest of my dream. There was this cat. He was friends with my sister's cat (oh where are you now ken?) I knew what they were talking about. This other cat was the type who wanted to have an owner and he wanted to feel loved and love his owner back. So Ken said that he knew someone that might love him. Which was me. To their awesome luck I was on my way outside and saw Ken. I said "Hey what are you doing outside ken? Is he your friend? He's so cute." Then the other cat ran to me and rubbed himself all around me. He was so sweet. Apparently I took him in and he was so happy he has a new owner.
Wow, the other way around.