13.
people have been saying that this number is the unluckiest number that ever existed.
a lot of us have been wondering why.
i saw the truth in it.
April 13.
mark the date.
a lot of events happened on that day.

in history, here are some of the events that happened on that day:

1943 – World War II: The discovery of a mass grave of Polish prisoners of war executed by Soviet forces in the Katyń Forest Massacre is announced, alienating the Western Allies, the Polish government in exile in London, from the Soviet Union.

1970 – An oxygen tank aboard Apollo 13 explodes, putting the crew in great danger and causing major damage to the spacecraft while en route to the Moon.

1975 – Bus Massacre in Lebanon: Attack by the Phalangist resistance kill 26 militia members of the P.F.L. of Palestine, marking the start of the 15-year Lebanese Civil War.

so what exactly happened on that day for me?
a lot.
when Max and I came out of my house, we saw a big group of indians.
why?
someone passed away.

what happened later at night?
our friend Bella fainted in the middle of the carpark.
we had help of strangers to carry her somewhere safe.
was so worried she would stop breathing cos she complained she couldn't breathe properly.
she told us the day after that she had heard the call for prayers, people crying for her, praying for her, that she saw the cemetary.
she'd said she heard the flapping of big wings.

so i played my part in trying to keep talking to her to get her conscious enough while Max gets help.
finally managed to get a hold of her mother about 1hr later.
wanted to get help from her fiance but thanks to his idiotic friend, we couldn't get hold of him.
with the help of her mother's boyfriend, we managed to help carry her home.

what happened after that?
Max was told a bad news.
he'd told me he had a really bad feeling while on the way home.
and he finally got to hear the bad news.

No bad thing really happened to me..
although the surrounding events lead me to believing that 13 really is an unlucky number.
in my opinion.

i dreamt something weird just now.
my tooth came off.
it was brownish and had lots of cracks.
the next view i see, i was holding my own skull.
it looked like those sort of plastic skull thingy, but i felt like i pulled it out from my head.
they said if you dream that a tooth came off, someone is going to die...

but before that part of my dream, the scene was really weird.
it's as if a community was being mind-controlled.
almost everybody in tha community were moving like zombies.
and if you went into an area where another community resides, everybody's fine but afraid of the governing bodies of that other community.

somehow, one part i find myself a hideaway with some others and we were in a tower of some sort.
below us were like police trying to catch the group i was with.
while in hiding, there was like a small bush of purple flowers.
i disturbed it and green spiders came out. next thing i know, they were like trying to wrap me with their web.
it began on my feet.
pulled the web off, then my hands felt the web.

so weird.