armchair philosophy

just returned from ashok's surprise farewell party at blooeis and had dory fillet with tons of some unknown cream gravy and nachos with sour cream and fat fries sprinkled generously with chilli powder. at least, the ones i took, i took care to ensure they were all smothered in the powder.

ashok's crazy fan club and a crazy mtv and a tribute video and a crazy fan showcase with at least fifty thousand pictures of him plastered on caps shades drink packets disposable underwear pajamas fans figurines fans soft toys cushions.

i will miss him.

i think i consumed too much cream and sat too long in moving vehicles, i feel slightly nauseous.

in other news, i had a really horrifying nightmare last night in which i singlehandedly caused michelle to be bashed up and almost stripped in public, while about five meters away i was being slapped and raped, both of these being done by insanely huge guys. and all we wanted to do was to go home and all i could hear were her screams and cries.

really makes one wonder what stuff dreams are made of. and why they seem so much more real at night.

sunday is ashok's farewell bbq with the department people, and others he has worked with in disney. i saw his eyes fill up while the videos were playing just now, and i thought - how much of your heart you have put in, that so many pay tribute to your contribution and that you are moved by these recollections.

he kissed me on the cheek. i have never been kissed on the cheek by anyone other than mingyang since for ever. i was rather stunned. haha. in the department of western social..greetings, i have much to get used to.

i'm just waiting for my hair to dry and bored. i would refrain from talking so much, only i think the chocolate cupcake and the chocolate i got from hui juan and the soft drinks and the cream from the nachos and dory fillet and fries are getting to my head. can't stop rambling. stop it. Stop It. STOP IT

ok stopped