had the best sort of dream. seems like i was in a store or warehouse. and somehow i got to kill a group of intruders. a few of them. lots of blood. pretty exciting. all that gore, and i just walked away from the scene of the crime. what does it all mean, i wondered as the handphone alarm went off and i came back to reality (what is real, we must question ourselves).

must stop watching violent bloody movies (e.g. Blade II), conspiracy-theory books (currently into one called Mysteries of the Unexplained or something like that), and Anne Rice (reading The Vampire Armand, which is taking forever, since 1999, i believe!). how about a lovey-dovey movie, eh. like The Sweetest Thing - this is a GREAT movie! catch it, pronto. didn't stop laughing from the time i stuck the CD in. and of course it's got a great cast to look at (ogle at?): Cameron Diaz, Christina Applegate, and Selma Blair. Plus that dude whose name i forget. Now, if i remembered the chappie's name, that would be a problem, right? No?

off to melaka today for a relative's wedding. sure to be loads of fun. it's gonna be a Eurasian-Portugese thing so rest assured there'll be lots of booze. yummy. time to let rip! hee hee.

post-mortem when i finally wake up on Monday.

see ya!

hungry now. think i'll get some seafood noodles in Sri Petaling, pricey but pretty good, not salty like some other soup noodles. mmm. a prawn or two, some cuttlefish, crabsticks (or rather, crab-flavoured fish-sticks), veggies, clams, and squid, if i remember well. all gone in the blink of an eye. H U N G R E E E E ! ! ! will anyone buy me dinner....

jogging status:
wow, every week i get better. first time it was just barely 2 rounds of the Bukit Jalil park. it's barely a park. having a lake, a track, and some spartan trees which hardly provide shade, does not make a park.
anyways, the next time, it was 3 rounds of it, then last nite, it was four or so. wow. i impress myself sometimes.
after all that working out my lungs, i went on to smoke some shisha. all health benefits of jogging, gone in a puff.

hee hee.

have a headache of enormous magnitude. no not that kind of headache lah (pf, can almost imagine u sniggering!). though i wouldn't mind some of that therapy. this one all financially-induced. what else.

almost every night i dream of budget resorts, white beaches, and translucent green seas, with corals and beautiful fish in abundance. is that my destiny as i've always pictured it? i think so. i've always imagined myself living by the beach, running a resort. and if i was hungry, i'd just go spear a fish. and barbeque it on the beach. yummy. images of 'Castaway' but not so teruk lah. perhaps it's time to make my dreams come true. we can't run from our true destiny. dreams are actually easy to achieve, once we cut through the bullshit we tell ourselves. one wise man once penned, the only barrier is ourselves.

had some curry chicken for lunch. was nice together with the teh tarik. most mamak / indian stalls and warungs do not know the concept of 'kurang manis'. time for me to educate them. send it back if it's too sweet! just discovered i've got inherited risks of diabetes (patrilineal) and blood pressure problems (matrilineal), one of which i already have symptoms. (jeez my english sucks). so do i just give up, drink some more, eat heartily, be merry to an early end? i don't think so. will go jogging later.

later alligators.

eek.