just woken up at 4.53am, out of the most incredible dream i've ever had. i cannot begin to tell you what it was like. it was the greatest vision i've ever had, and if another human being has been so lucky i sorrow that he has not shared it with the world. it was beyond description. like a religious man going to heaven. events unfolded with a fluency and rapidity i cannot describe. it's a writer's ultimate dream to be able to see a story of such ultimate grandeur, endless wheels within wheels within wheels ad infinitum, snaketails in each other's mouths, till i suddenly awoke. i could not go back to sleep. i had to share it, write it down. i texted my girlfriend. then i started to cry because it was so incredibly immortally beautiful and awesome and i was going to forget it all. even as i booted up my computer and as i write now, as fast as i can, i am forgetting it all. i can barely remember it was about.. monsters and reincarnated spirits and double crosses and illusions built up over lifetimes and generations and worlds in a distant time and space - or perhaps a concurrent one - oh the words are so so weak. you may laugh a little, say, hm, vivid imagination there boy, cut down on the cheese before bedtime. but what i saw now twenty minutes ago was something i may never see again, and i tell you, i will forever be the poorer for it. i now feel like i understand the twisted, living visions of tolkein. i have delved into the timeless space of what was, or could be, and it is infinite. i can't write any more. it's all gone. i have to choke down a sense of simultaneous crushing loss and soaring wonder and push myself down into comatose sleep. wherever my mind travelled, maybe i will never go again.. but i hope you can, sometime, somehow, i really do.

Ground floor of the house i stay in was rubble for six weeks. Renovation and other four letter words. All done now, looking swank, thankee kindly, and l'internet is back on, as you can see - wahey! Plus a housemate moved in his comp so I now have the old terminal in my room and I predict better bloggability.

Got thru my kung fu grade-2 end-feb. Three days ago I went for a club Powerthon in aid of a charity .. did 14,000 air-punches in under three hours. couldn't move my right arm for two days. But - moral of the story: if you can do what you thought you couldn't - what's stopping you with ANYTHING, eh?

I can't fucking believe India lost to Bangladesh in the World Cup. Wake up you twats!

Every now and then, and mostly when I log on to Orkut (i'm a newbie), I remember someone I had forgotten. Many a moon down the line, if i get Alzheimer's - shoot me.

Went to the US in Feb. To Indianapolis, two days after the big-fuckin-blizzard. Snowbanks up to shoulder height and cancelled flights on the way back. Sheesh. Travelling on work really does suck. Except supersoft beds and twin-head showers.

I love her. I do. More than I've ever thought I could love someone. What's life if you don't surprise yourself every day?

Iron Maiden rules.. beyond the scope of English adjectives. Maybe Eskimos should play their best-of each time it snows. You know, Bruce, I'll be your passenger one day.. upgrade me.

'Pain is weakness leaving the body'. 'Pain is weakness leaving the body'.

I don't know about you, but i can never drink too much wine. Beer, yes. Not wine.

Orf to Germany on work this weekend: Wendlingen, Wiesbaden, Mainz, Koblenz, Neuwied.. in 4 days/3 nights. Ha. I want to laze at home and drink cider in the park on Sunday afternoon instead. Provided the weather doesn't tank like it did this afternoon. Well.. in which case, I have Glengarry Glen Ross & Scrubs season-3 on DVD.

Tickets booked for a visit to India in May. The past 14 months have been the longest spell I've been out of the motherland, and I'm dead keen to be home.

It's only as shit as you think it is.

Some people go into hiding, some people are reborn. You have to love them for both.