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Date: Wednesday, May 19, 2010 12:48:41 PM PDT
Important: No

Red shirt
I am at someone's backyard. I see m-2 face. Smiling. I have a feeling that my other Thai nz friends are there too. I have a feeling that I'm not part of the group because I am a red shirt.

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9/2/10
My Mom takes me to Bobae to have a foot message. She says that it will improve my intelligence. They use the messaging apparatus.
9/3/10
I drive myself to Khaoyai in Thailand. Dad tells me the directions before I leave. And if I get lost, "ask." And drive up a freeway and turn left. It's a u-turn and I come to a check point. I am worried that I do not have a car license. From there I go to a shop to buy camping supplies and the employee has curly hair and a black top. My brother, P-1 disappears. So I decide not to buy anything.
Deja vu! The shop scene repeated itself.

I am at a red shirt (political movement) camp. I see lots of people in red shirts, hanging on the underside of a skytrain track. Someone, maybe a red shirt leader tells me, "don't tell any journalists that."
"When attacked, all must retreat!"
I pick up dog plates from outside the house where red shirts are gathering.
Back to the shop AGAIN! I talk to a girl from the movie 'Big Boy' Thai movie. I smell a magnet in the shape of a cap. I say, "my Dad used to like buying these things."
I get a phone call, but don't pick up in time. I look. Not P-1 (who is missing). I browse through my iphone apps.

9/4/10
I burnt down a building. A person was in it. So I buried the person. We go into someone's house to that we think is open to the public. But it's private and the owner tells us. I open a youtube video for the guy who's with me. I open my email instead (autopilot behavior). He reminds me. So I look up a video about ninjas and firecrackers.