I bought a book i've been eyeing. So when i came across some moolah, heheh there i went to the Kikokuniya (damn i cannot get the spelling and pronunciation right, i just say Kiko-something-or-other!) and pulled it off the shelf. Liberated it, more like it. It'd be a shame to sit there for years in that amazingly huge bookstore in KLCC, gathering dust for years, til one of my progeny decides to take it home.

My latest acquisition's called The Art and Practice of Astral Projection. Obscure enough for ya? I just love that topic. OBE, astral projection, astral travel. Stuff like this is more real to me than, say, politics or capitalism. I haven't started on this book. It might just join the ranks of my other books, unread to date:

1. The Vampire Armand, Anne Rice .... halfway through, somehow haven't opened it in weeks. Anne Rice is my favourite author to date.... sexy, poetic, substantial. Until crap like Violin, that is.

2. Filth, Irvine Welsh.... halfway through as well. Think i need a dictionary for this English book. Anyone seen the movie Trainspotting? Hahaha! There is a segment there with English subtitles. This is THE movie to watch. Filth, the book... the title says it all.

3. Men are From Mars, Women Are from Venus, John Gray. Stupid arse writes a book telling us what we already know. Makes millions. I'll pay anyone to take this away from me. Woops, Aunt Ju, thanks for giving it to me. I know I've got problems with women. Thank you for hammering it home.

Nuff said for the mo... Happy weekend y'all.