after yesterday’s dream, i got an sms. my step sister’s husband passed away, most probably due to pneumonia.

i’ve got only a few chances to meet him in person, two, if i remembered correctly; when he was getting married, and when one time he came to my house for a chinese new year gathering. i hope his soul/spirit rests now.

ever since i moved to this new house, i got a strange dream every night, pretty much like when i was living in the city. perhaps it’s because there’re two large mirrors in the room, despite they’re not directly in front of me (the fengshui people say it’s bad to have a mirror in front of your bed.)

the dreams usually involve my childhood memories, like my primary school headmaster, or my kindergarten teacher, and some kids that used to sit next to me during those days. i tried to remember them to blog them here, but by the time i fully awake, those dreams were somehow forgotten, except some of the main characters there. hence the lack of entry in this blog in this category.

however, i managed to remember one dream that i had last night:

dramatis personae:
a malaysian friend, a.l.
someone that claimed to be her mother
a bloke that i know, perhaps my cousin a.j.b
two guys that i don’t know, presumably her friends
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it started in a cold, dark day, in a town that looked like a typical english town; rows of red brick houses, concrete pedastrians, and roads. i was in the middle of an empty street, along with [her mother] and [my cousin?]. they were discussing about my friend’s sudden death, and the repercussion for us if the police found out. so they decided (at this point, my role was just as an observer) to hide/bury the body under one of the pedestarian’s concrete block. and to observe ‘tradition’, before we bury the body, we stripped her naked first; apparently to prevent her ghost from haunting us.

having done that, [her mother] and [my cousin?] went to a nearby petrol station, and get on their own cars to leave the place. i was about to join one of them when i saw a white balloon approached me. i left them and followed the balloon. it moved like an airborn worm; it inflated itself near the ground, released the air, moved up pretty high, and when it lost its propulsion, it went down to a certain direction, a good hundreds of meter from original position. at one point, i overtook it’s flight, and i caught it on its way down, and i realised it’s a baloon with some sort of metal dart attached to its opening.

anyway, we’ve travelled some distance before we arrived in a building complex, which i thought to be her apartment. there’s only one door to enter it, and it’s a lift. i entered the lift to level 2 underground (of maximum 3 level, and no floor above ground except the lift compartment.) when i stepped out the lift’s door, i was already in her room. like a university accomodation, the room was a bit messy. it consists of a single bed with clothes on top of it, a desk full of papers, scrapped paper and used clothes on the floor.

north wall: – cupboard (in front of bed) – empty space, messy (opposite table) -
west wall: window
south wall: – sink – bed – table –
east wall: door

i was in the room observing it, when the door (it had about 3 cm gap between the door and the frame, no handle, can’t be locked) swung open. i saw a chinese guy (dark skinned, not pale) standing there, asking where [a.l.] was. before i could answer, another guy (another dark skinned chinese, with glasses) opened the window from outside and entered the room. i was trapped between them. they just looked at me, and left.

a spirit then appeared from inside the balloon, and formed into the physical resemblence of [a.l.], fully naked as we buried her. it appeared to ask me to have sex with her (or it?). i was trying to explain to her about the two guys appearance, but she seemed unable to hear me. we must have ended up having sex there, but i can’t remember that bit, as the dream ended around there.

someone came to my house, tried to steal a flower pot, but then decided to smash it and leave the shards on the road.

or so the good neighbour next door told me. he’s the one who witnessed it all. he described the guy as white/caucassian, lean, tall, had another one in the car waiting. the car is old model of ford falcon, white colour. they drove the car, stopped exactly in front of my house, came in, drop the pot, and left.

the funny thing is, i’ve talked to the neighbour about an hour earlier, went to the garage to get my hammer to remove the built-in-wardrobe’s carpet, and the event took place around 10 minutes after i went back in to the house.

once i heard the news, i stood by the road, watching every car that moves, and within half an hour, i saw an old caucassian man driving a white ford falcon (ute) driving past my house. he saw me, made some gesture with his left hand, probably pointed at me or something, i’m not sure as i was preoccupied with getting the car’s plate registration number. to my disappointment, the plate was covered with some sort of protective casing, and the transparant plastic was smudged/cracked/damaged and i can’t see a thing, except some greenish hue. as far as i know, the new victorian car plate is blue on white, and only the old one is green on white. not sure if these cars were the same at all. not sure if i should report to the police too.

my brother’s scenario: the thief wanted to steal the pot, got tripped because of uneven road, and dropped the pot.

12/2 cleaning up old house, packing everything. this time, it’s all fit into the boxes.

13/2 morning: assisted the removalists to pack up and load stuff into their truck, managed easily with a 4tonne truck. last time a bit struggle with a 4tonne truck, did we throw away something? or are we better prerpared this time? all unloaded by 11am.
afternoon: went back to old house to open the door to steam clean service guys. the indian fellow came late, demanded $130 after he used his steam clean machine, refused to clean the rest as agreed, claiming not enough time. he promised to do the rest with cheaper rate but never picked up the call. (for comparison, other company charges $55 for steam clean only.)

20/2 contacted another cleaner agency, this time recommended by the landlady. they did a much better job than the previous cleaner.

27/2 returned to the old house to show another potential tenant to replace me.

28/2 remove a paperbark tree, which was standing on my house’s side near the fence bordering to neighbour. it has dropped its two large branches so far (one of them is around 2.5 meter long), and it will drop more potentially. now that it’s been removed, the house is now somehow vulnerable to the road’s shaqi (killing aura).

2/3 finally, stage one to relevel the house. i’ve called the company to adjust the floor (and perhaps the wall as well) since january, but they were on holiday. after the job, the house feels much better, doors can be closed properly now :)

5/3 the guy who releveled the floor came back, and made some adjustment. i think, it became worse since his last visit, but definitely better compared to the condition before he came.

6/3 after a long wait and many calls, the internet provider decided to give us a temporary adsl 1 connection. we’ve been internet-less since we moved here, except for my brother’s mobile 3G (expensive). they still have to work out how to connect us to their naked adsl service (that is adsl 2 plus internet phone.) living without internet is possible, but it’s only for the masochistic ones. try it at your own risk.

morning howling wind
and pool water oscillates
the world is stable

love at first hiccup (dk) **+OO
the taking of pelham 123 (us) ***OO
the murder of inugami clan (jp) **+OO
red cliff – asian version (cn) **+OO
erotic tales: the waiting room **+OO
idiot love (sp) **+OO
don’t look down (sp) ***OO

achievement unlocked: survived a hiccup for more than 12 hours.

achievement unlocked: live without mobile phone and internet for more than 10 days.

although, to be fair, i did it at the expenses of other people. my brother, for example, acted as my part-time secretary when i was away, noting every calls that came to my house, and relaying them to me when i got back. and all the other people who wanted to track me down for whatever reason had to face a certain disappointment when they couldn’t.

that said, life is much much much more fun and relaxing without them. sure i missed the instant gratification of the internet when i want to browse some news, but i’m not an overt news junkie, so that’s ok, i think. but then again, maybe all these are only applicable when you are on holiday, which is the purpose anyway; to relax.

girls on top (gr) ***OO
girls on top 2 (gr) ***OO
the message (cn) ***OO
36th chamber of shaolin (hk) ***OO
danger 5 (au) ***+O
fighter (dk) **+OO
empire of the wolves (fr) ***OO
love exposure (jp) **+OO
hogfather (uk) ***+O
the truck (kr) **+OO
venus (uk) ****O
eight diagram pole fighter (hk) **OOO
puss in boots (us) ***OO
office space (us) ***OO
1911 (hk) ***+O
contagion (us) **OOO
fire down below (us) **+OO
enter the dragon (us) **+OO
dora emon: legend of the sky king (jp) ***OO
starship trooper (us) **OOO
taken (us) ***OO
national treasure 2: book of secrets (us) **+OO
goldeneye (uk) **+OO
johnny english reborn (uk) ***+O
kejarlah jodoh kau kutangkap (id) **OOO

in a coffee shop
waiting for a friend to come
mosquitoes feasting

during my flight to jakarta, i noticed a girl with a strange breast/body configuration. to me, her breasts were too high, and when she turned around, i could see her bra line on her back was curved upwards, much like a hog’s back.

i thought it was just an incident of a woman wearing a bra too small. but i was surprised to see many more women incorporating that ‘fashion’ style, on the malls of jakarta, on the television, even some of the tv presenters were like that.

that was far too much of coincidences. i decided that it was a trend to wear a smaller size bra, maybe to give the breast a little push-up effect. it may make them look firmer, but not necessarily bigger/smaller.

(28/01/2012 addendum)
i discussed this observation with a friend, e, and she said it maybe because there are so many cheap chinese bras on the market with incorrect sizes and badly designed foam (that covers the breast.) still haven’t got any conclussion on how and why such phenomenon occurs , but i think there is no harm in reminding all women to wear a proper bra with appropriate size.

as requested by my granma, i’d be back home to her house for chinese new year family gathering, which falls on 23 jan this year. and when a lot of people gather, there’ll be some sort of drama, and most of them, needlessly. hope this year could be better.

and since gf is already staying here, there’s no more reason for me to visit singapore like previous years. so i’ll take garuda and fly directly to jakarta this year.

19 jan mel-cgk
31 jan cgk-mel (arrive 1 feb)

hot day outside, switched off computer, and haunt the cafe in the mall across the street. 2 cups of coffee at 3.50 each, plus a slice of cheesecake equals to 12 dollars expenses over 3 hours. maybe i should invest in air conditioning next time.

(incomplete) list of things consumed by me in 2011.

sparrow (hk) ***+O
untold scandal (kr) ***OO
going postal (uk) ***OO
wuthering heights (uk) **+OO
sakuran (jp) ***OO
crownies (au) ***+O
death by murder (us) ****O

cryptonomicon ****+

knowledge, wealth, power
what’s the point to collect them
if not for wanking

yes, we’re a bunch of creatures, fond of masturbations; sexual/physical masturbation, spiritual masturbations, intellectual masturbations, etc etc.

a javan rhino
walking on tv and bang!
a bird hit my glass window

テレビの犀
バン！窓を打つ
飛んだ鳥