Wahlau-eh

I've just come out of the most intensive two hour nap I've ever had. It's left me feeling more tired than before, but I managed to struggle out of it's sticky grasp before it killed me.

I dreamed about the world's definitive rollercoaster. It had a jet engine. A jet engine in a rollercoaster. It had a drop of twenty stories, four and a half loops, and two and a half corkscrews, and the Gs completely plastered you to your seat, and your scream to the back of your throat. And I actually rode it, at night in complete darkness, and in the front row. I could feel everything - the adrenaline bordering on complete and utter terror, the wind ripping through my hair...

Then I remember looking for a killer bug. I didn't want to pick it up, but it kept running away looking for someone to burrow into and reproduce. It was an evil looking skeletal thing, and worst of all, my fluids lecturer gave it to me. GAVE it to me. My fluids lecturer (?!). I don't get it either, but I was panicking between having to hold this revulsive creature in one hand while I looked for a book heavy enough to kill it, and looking for it before it latched on to me because it kept squirming out of my hand and dropping onto the floor...

Suddenly I was clawing my way out of my own dream while muzzily trying to figure out if that killer bug was actually real, and whether it was in my bed or not. That thought definitely dissolved the cobwebs of sleep, so here I am, still freezing my ass off, nursing a hot tea with sugar. Actually I really feel like soaking my entire head in hot tea, one cup doesn't seem enough.

Flicking through my mind

I'd just like to take this opportunity to commend effort of the many boyfriends I know who'll travel far and wide just to spend some time with their other halves every weekend. Whether it's an hour's train ride or four hours by bus, these guys will unfailingly make the trip, and look forward to it too. And who said romance was dead...

Meanwhile Bush and Kerry are seperated by two points.

I'm listening to the Forest Gump soundtrack. I don't know why but it always makes me feel so sad. It's such a bittersweet piece of music...

We're underattack by angry angry flies. It's getting cold and icy outside, so they like flying into the house, although it isn't much warmer in here. +brr+ Maybe I should just take my laptop and go curl up next to the radiator in the hall - it seems to be the only one that works...

My Mum sent a parcel over about a month ago and it never got here. After I finished dissing the postal system, it turns out that it's because she forgot to put the building number - just "Flat 8, Lexham Gardens...". Therefore, as far as I can gather, it's anywhere between 1-88 Lexham Gardens. I guess I'll know what I'll be doing tomorrow...

I think waterbottle teddybears are weird. I wouldn't like to hug my bear and then have it go "blublub" back at me...

Being Malaysian

1. Your father, uncle, brother, nephew, or cousin is a Datuk, civil servant, parliamentary minister, or all of the above.
2. Milo is a drink, desert, and food group all by itself.
3. Road signs and painted lines are merely suggestions, not directions.
4. The answer to every traffic jam is to build more roads.
5. The highways are never quite bright enough.
6. You’ll get change back from bribing your way out of a speeding ticket.
7. You are so multicultural that you can speak Malay, Chinese, and English, and swear in 46 different dialects.
8. You are perpetually on a tea break.
9. If you don't own a motorcycle, you've almost run one over.
10. You can’t move any faster than a stroll.
11. You can text while you’re driving, with your eyes closed, upside down, and hanging by your fingertips.
12. Boss, satu teh tarik, dua roti bom.