Performer's Nightmare.

Monday night, November 21st, 2005.
I had a nightmare just now.
[Explorers II was supposed to perform at a semi-open air concert in some far away town. We arrived at the venue. No keyboards onstage. Plastic chairs for audience, filled the hall. Bong was dressed in a full black suit. I was dressed in maroon colored Pajamas! Ugh. I didn't own a cellular phone at the time, so he called someone on his cellular phone to ask why the keyboards hadn't arrived yet. All the other instruments - Drums, Bass amp, Lead amp and even the monitor speakers, had already been set up and cables laid. We returned to the hotel. $ome damn woman called my room and harassed me over the phone. I finally became so fed-up from listening to her pesky voice, I dropped the pillow out the window and watched it fall many stories to the ground. Phone was probably on the pillow, but this was unclear. At the backstage of the venue, I found a T-Shirt on a hanger. Words printed on the back were from some other event and venue in Johor. "I Can't Wear That", I thought to myself..."Don't know who it belongs to". Hanger was from the hotel. Hotel had no name. Why were there no vocal microphones for Zulkifli and me? This was becoming a performer's nightmare. No proper clothes to wear. No instruments. Not on schedule. Not on time.]
When I awoke from this annoying nightmare, I felt sick to my stomach. Now both my arms feel weak.

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