Monday, June 9, 2008

Of Sea Perches and Daikon Cream

I object. Violently. None of my brothers should be subjected to such torture. Miso Sea Perch with Daikon Cream. Ground, grated, mashed, blended... for cream!?!?! I can't even begin to imagine the pain they went through as they were heartlessly dumped into the blenders. I mourn your deaths, my beloved brethren. I shall observe a lifetime of EMO in remembrance XD

lolz. Dinner @ TCC was a blast. Haven't laughed so hard in a while, was really great fun. Sorry for making the ladies wait though (wush and jingwen, gomen~). Should have taken more pictures of the food, looked pretty gorgeous. Check out their spanking new menu if you haven't.

The dreams continue, and still not getting sleep. Its becoming a luxury item together with petrol and rice. Ah well, screw it.

I really should start painting this stuff. Actually, I love these guys. I'll probably develop them further. lol. Maybe. Perhaps, when I get out of Procrastination Lane.

May tomorrow be wonderful too, as it says, in this lullaby for you =)

Monday, June 2, 2008

I now belong to...

A select grp of people who are sitting in front of their monitor, blogging, at 0420 hrs in the morning.

Caffeine high? Maybe. I did have 6 cups of coffee today. So, I'm awake, but without the high. So its caffeine-induced-insomnia-minus-the-high. Maybe.

Too many things on my mind? Maybe. I'm thinking about a lot of things, without thinking of anything at all. Random thoughts racing all over the place. Almost like the scenes out of Speed Racer; a lot of movement, a huge blur of blinding fuschia and pink neon, sparks and explosions, then nothing left, but a sickening sense of WTF.

Maybe, I'm actually afraid to fall asleep. Afraid of what, who I might see once I close my eyes. Dreams that I've long forgotten are returning. Dreams I don't want to remember are repeating. I hear the same voice, the same voice from 8 years ago, saying: "Its me, don't you recognise me anymore?" This dream, I started having about 2 months ago, when I came across this girl at The Central who looked almost exactly like her. On and off, off and on. Now its back. I wonder when its going away.

No solace at home; no respite from work.

And I'm afraid to dream.