Tokyo

Greetings my little mushrooms! Welcome to papa's updates on Day 3 of my Japan holiday. I must say.. today turned out much better than I expected... Visited the famous Yasukuni shrine... was pretty calm and serene at that place... and then went on to a war museum beside the shrine... saw a model zero-fighter up close... pretty cool plane... supposed to be one of the world's best fighters during its time... high speed and maneuverability were the plane's hallmarks.

Mum's colleague brought us out for dinner later that evening... Fantastic food I must say... highlight was my cold soba... eaten like a true japanese! As usual... none of my family members dared to try the wierd, unique or strange. All ordered hot soba... might as well go home, go to sakae sushi and eat. Freaking waste of money to come all the way here... to "savour real japanese food". Savour my balls la... thats about as authentic as whatever you're eating.

Must tell you little mushrooms about this afternoon's meal. Went to a Jap eating place... seems popular from the outside... They served rice with dishes... a bento box! Special thing was... some people cracked an egg over the rice... and mixed it with a special dark sauce... added flavour and stickiness to the rice. My dad didn't know this yet. He proudly exclaimed that he correctly led us to an authentic japanese eating house... and told us as seriously as he could:" When in Rome kids... do as the romans do... Eat as the romans eat!"

When the food was served and I cracked an egg over my rice, he told us that sometimes it was not necessary to follow blindly the practices of other cultures, and offered me his egg.

Dreams... I'm not one who remembers dreams. I think that dreams are just the effects of our bodies getting rid of unhelpful memories from our systems... one of the 3 dream theories taught to us by Ken Jones. Clearance of biological trash. But yesterday's dream... I remembered. Less important was the content of the dream.. but why I remembered it...

Dreamt that I was in an arcade of some sort. Cant remember who I went there with... but I sort of ended up at this pool area. Saw a guy chatting to jasmin... they chatted... and he soon got cosy with her. Pretty soon they were dancing lightly with each other... his hands around her waist. Then the last straw came... he leaned down to kiss her... and she kissed him back...

It was at that moment when I remembered I sort of got their attention, and then promptly left the place. That was the clearest part of the dream I could remember.

Scary dream... but as I thought about it.. 2 more things popped into mind...

1.) Realised that I didn't like the dream cos I was jealous! For the first time in a few years... the same familiar feeling gripped me... Haven't felt like this since my first ex. Hmmm... recounting the numerous times in JC when I was overcome with jealousy... I hate the feeling. Possessive and insecure, I held on to my ex so tightly, it eventually became what drove her away. She couldn't be with anyone... especially guys... and I tended to see every guy who hung out with her as a competitor. Screwed up... the things love make you do.

I promised myself never to be so jealous again... to give future girlfriends more personal space... cos I like to flirt around myself... isin't it only fair... but thats not the point... its only humane.

2.) If I'm feeling jealous again... it means that... Jasmin really means something to me... this isin't one of those games I can play with girls... I really love her! Shes on my mind half the time... and the other half is sex. hahahaha no more space for anything else! Funny though... when I think of doing it... I don't think of her... the relationship means so much more to me... there is a shift... in the beginning... being naughty was fun... now... being naughty is STILL damn fun... but.. I also just wanna hold her hands.. and go to sleep... the feeling's so sweet.

Hmmm... just read Jasmin's blog... scary girl...