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So true:

Lazy people think themselves smarter than seven wise counsellors.

How now?

Yesterday on the phone with Scorkes she was screaming at me to update the blog.

'Speaking of your blog, UPDATE LAH WHEY!'

'Eh… no time lah whey.'

'What you mean no time?'

'Serious. No time. It's a wave. Everyone is not updating. Eh you also okay. Not like you update all the time.'

'Well.'

'Yah. So.'

Anyway because Scorkes asked, this is an update. Till next!

I had a superbly weird dream yesterday.

I dreamt that I had gone to Australia for a holiday of sorts, and it so happened that I had an opportunity to meet up with Dr Robert Chase (from House MD) by a series of strange events. Or something, okay I can't quite remember how we met, but I did meet him.

*Note: I met up with the Dr Chase from the show, not Jesse Spencer the guy who plays Dr Chase in the series.

Well I've digressed. Anyway, it so happened that he offered to take me around places, and of course, travelling along, I took up the offer. And then, we fell in love, and decided to spend every awakening hour together.

Unfortunately, because this was a dream, the dream HAD to be weird. And the Dr Chase of my dreams is, like, totally out of this world.

He'd turn into a duck when the sun sets. A fat white duck, with a long neck, you know? The type the farms slaughter to cook our roasted ducks.

I suppose him turning into a duck was what made me adore him so much. So in the dream, each time he turned into a duck, our little 'illicit' affair would continue, and I would treat Chase the Duck like my best friend, and carried him in my arms wherever I went.

…

Dreams have twists, and my dream had a twist with Eric in it. Suddenly I was standing in the airport and waiting for Eric to join me on my holiday, and Chase the Duck was sitting in a huge paper bag with some things to play around with (I didn't want him to get lost you see). Then I saw my man, and I waved to him.

We hugged, I said I was so happy to see him, bursting with love and all. And then he asked me, 'What's in the bag? Is it for me?'

So I said, 'No, this is my duck. He's the love of my life. He's Chase.'

And then Eric took the duck out, and I said, 'Here, give him a pat.'

Next thing I knew, he put his hands in, the duck started flapping around, and then as Eric tried to take it out of the bag, he strangled the duck, and it felt back into the bag, mangled and dying. I started crying over a dying duck, while Eric went, 'What? What? I'm sorry, sorry…'

Then the phone alarm rang and I woke up.

The flab that is now my waist is precisely why I'm more diligent with gym visits these days.

Alas for lazyness.

I spend (at least) one night in a hotel room, in some part of the peninsular, every bloody week. It's fun, interesting, and then after a while you start to compare classes between what they call 'five star' hotels and 'four star' hotels.

Oh because I'm an executive, I get a room all to myself when I travel. I don't share. So I get to prance around nekkid in the romantic lights of my room and admire the creases of my stretch-marks in the huge mirrors they have in these rooms.

Plus hotel rooms also usually have bathrooms with wall-sized mirrors, and these are extremely helpful when you're doing your self-breast examination, or any self-bodily examination… you get to see everything, literally.

(Yeah, the mirrors in my house are tiny. Sniff)

I've been to places to visit power stations. To attend workshops. To attend meetings. To organize press events. To attend dinners.

But this Friday is different.

I'm going to Ipoh. There's a hockey match going on where international teams are vying for the Sultan Azlan Shah Cup. The semi-finals (two matches actually) will be on Friday. So yeah that's where I'm going and that's what I'm going to go to Ipoh for. To watch two hockey matches.

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I have NEVER EVER WATCHED HOCKEY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!