I always have strange dreams.
Dez said I should start a dream chronical.
This one took place yesterday morning, whilst I was drifting in and out of 10-11am sleep
Dez and Jo are walking along a quiet stretch in a peaceful neighbourhood. The road is straight and long with lush green trees flanking either side of the road.
The come across a big hot dog/ice cream type truck that sells fruits.
Dez:Do you want some fruits?
Jo:Sure
Young Guy:Maam, would you like some spit cubes with shit powder (pointing to little cubes of guava covered in tamarind powder) or normal guava?
Jo:Just normal guava thanks! How much will that be?
Young Guy:Oh, for you free...my mother is playing with your boyfriend.
Jo looks over to see the young guy's mother putting a white plastic bag full of longans on Dez's head. She steps back and seemingly admires her little "Masterpiece". She then nods and takes the bag of fruits off Dez's head.
Jo and Dez then proceed to walk towards this architechturally gorgeous carpark nearby, with warm orange light illuminating the street. Whilst walking there, Jo finds it hard to finish the big slices of guava, so she wears two huge slices on her feet as shoes
Dez:But they'll get dirty then you can't eat them!
Jo:True...nevermind, I'll nibble on the sides later.
They enter the ground level of the multi story carpark which has loud pop music playing overhead.
Jo:So what do you think of these new car parks with in built radios?
Dez:I think the boom box is definately making a come back.
They continue walking up, Jo still eating her guava, until they reach a door nearing the top. When they open it, they see a pretty young girl, in her mid twentys, shoulder length hair, braces, wearing a red jacket. She sits at a receptionist desk. The room is small, with a window behind the girl which overlooks onto the street below. The fruit van is visible from the office.
Jo:The guava here is really good!
Girl:Yes, but you can't tell the Sengkang girls that, you have to tell them it's mooshoo(Some strange chinese term), only then will they eat it.
Dez:Yea...All these Suburbanites!
Dez said I should start a dream chronical.
This one took place yesterday morning, whilst I was drifting in and out of 10-11am sleep
Dez and Jo are walking along a quiet stretch in a peaceful neighbourhood. The road is straight and long with lush green trees flanking either side of the road.
The come across a big hot dog/ice cream type truck that sells fruits.
Dez:Do you want some fruits?
Jo:Sure
Young Guy:Maam, would you like some spit cubes with shit powder (pointing to little cubes of guava covered in tamarind powder) or normal guava?
Jo:Just normal guava thanks! How much will that be?
Young Guy:Oh, for you free...my mother is playing with your boyfriend.
Jo looks over to see the young guy's mother putting a white plastic bag full of longans on Dez's head. She steps back and seemingly admires her little "Masterpiece". She then nods and takes the bag of fruits off Dez's head.
Jo and Dez then proceed to walk towards this architechturally gorgeous carpark nearby, with warm orange light illuminating the street. Whilst walking there, Jo finds it hard to finish the big slices of guava, so she wears two huge slices on her feet as shoes
Dez:But they'll get dirty then you can't eat them!
Jo:True...nevermind, I'll nibble on the sides later.
They enter the ground level of the multi story carpark which has loud pop music playing overhead.
Jo:So what do you think of these new car parks with in built radios?
Dez:I think the boom box is definately making a come back.
They continue walking up, Jo still eating her guava, until they reach a door nearing the top. When they open it, they see a pretty young girl, in her mid twentys, shoulder length hair, braces, wearing a red jacket. She sits at a receptionist desk. The room is small, with a window behind the girl which overlooks onto the street below. The fruit van is visible from the office.
Jo:The guava here is really good!
Girl:Yes, but you can't tell the Sengkang girls that, you have to tell them it's mooshoo(Some strange chinese term), only then will they eat it.
Dez:Yea...All these Suburbanites!