we’ll be watching this in January!

although the birthday person is traditionally lavished with favors, it happened the other way around when the geek turned a year older.

the day out concluded with a nice dinner at astons prime located at joo chiat road. the cheaper version is astons specialities; one near astons prime and the other at the cathay. the even cheaper option is astons express at coffee shops kinda like a botak jones concept.

i can’t comment on the other tiers of astons because i have not tried them out, but i can say for sure that astons prime was delightful.

the geek and i both had prime ribs – he had a house cut (still not the largest) and i had the average cut. although i was famished before it was served, i still could not finish all of it.

the prime cut was tender, juicy and done just right (medium rare). the sides were also very good, we shared grilled portabello mushrooms and baked potato skins.

i wonder how astons will compare to morton’s.

dt is a godsend, really. =)

dreaming for me is never a passive activity. vivid dreaming takes place often, and quite often too i can recall the dream when i wake.

the alternate reality that runs through my mind when the corporal world i inhabits closes in with the falling of my eyelids involves my total being – emotional, physical, pyschological.

tossing and turning are minor reflections of what’s going through in the dreaming. i can claw at the sky, talk, yell, at the better times laugh and more traumatically, cry and brawl like I did last night.

unlike what movies sometimes show, it doesn’t become “all right” just because you’ve departed the dreaming. for me, my actions in the day doesn’t haunt my dreams as much as the horrors at night that would continue to replay in the day. of course to some extent, it can be a vicious cycle.

i had a dream so wretched last night i cried because in my dream i cried. the catalyst for the wretchedness lingered on as i regained consciousness and i continued to cry some more. i groped for my phone – it was 4.30am. i didn’t get up, i tried to refocus my thoughts to stop the crying.

it stopped the puddles of tears collecting in my ears.

this is no way to lead a life

this is no way to raise a family

if its already so hard to find time for self, this is not the way to go.