Oh yes, I'm crazy over beef stew.
It's now 9.21pm and I'm still cooking my pot of stew. We've had our dinner of claypot rice already. And since there are still some beef in the freezer, I thought I will cook the stew today, dump it into the fridge and warm up for dinner tomorrow. I'm using a different recipe this time. No beef stock, less wine. Hope it tastes as good. It sure smells good now.
Cooking eastern and western in one night, my legs are tired, back aching. I'm glad I don't have to do this often.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
My dreams
In my old blog, I have this line on my banner that says "My thoughts, my dreams, my life, myself, my child, my man"... When I wrote my dreams, I don't mean my dreams about the future or whatsoever, I actually meant the dreams I'd have every night I sleep.
I seldom have dreamless nights. I don't know why. And out of all the dreams I've had, 30% are comical and nonsensical, 20% forgettable while 40% are blood, gory and death.
The bloody and death dreams used to be more, almost like 70%. Someone told me I might be a deeply disturbed pervert and all these are subconscious thoughts which might just materialized when I'm in a highly stressed mode. All crap lar. Lucky that bloke was laughing while saying it, if not, he might just be my first victim. (I'm joking...)
So far, I dreamt of people being killed, killing themselves, tortured to death, burnt beyond recognition, executed etc. Some are really disturbing and have since been permanently imprinted in my head. Most victims are people I don't know, only once I dreamt of an ex-colleague leaping off the building and her head smashed on the water fountain right below, causing the fountain to flow bloody water. And all this while, I was watching it from right across the building.
Just 2 days ago, I had another suicide dream again. It happened right across my block. An old lady was standing precariously near the window ledge, contemplating on jumping down from the 6th floor. Only after some persuasion from the people behind her did she gave up the idea. But the next minute, another woman just walked out to the ledge and leaped off. I was in a dazed and kept staring at the dead woman at the foot of the block, no blood and nothing gory though.
It wasn't the scariest dream I had but I just wonder, how come I'm having such dreams again? It's been quite a while since I last had one. Is it stress? Or I'm getting depressed? Or I'm really a disturbed pervert subconsiously?
I wonder..
I seldom have dreamless nights. I don't know why. And out of all the dreams I've had, 30% are comical and nonsensical, 20% forgettable while 40% are blood, gory and death.
The bloody and death dreams used to be more, almost like 70%. Someone told me I might be a deeply disturbed pervert and all these are subconscious thoughts which might just materialized when I'm in a highly stressed mode. All crap lar. Lucky that bloke was laughing while saying it, if not, he might just be my first victim. (I'm joking...)
So far, I dreamt of people being killed, killing themselves, tortured to death, burnt beyond recognition, executed etc. Some are really disturbing and have since been permanently imprinted in my head. Most victims are people I don't know, only once I dreamt of an ex-colleague leaping off the building and her head smashed on the water fountain right below, causing the fountain to flow bloody water. And all this while, I was watching it from right across the building.
Just 2 days ago, I had another suicide dream again. It happened right across my block. An old lady was standing precariously near the window ledge, contemplating on jumping down from the 6th floor. Only after some persuasion from the people behind her did she gave up the idea. But the next minute, another woman just walked out to the ledge and leaped off. I was in a dazed and kept staring at the dead woman at the foot of the block, no blood and nothing gory though.
It wasn't the scariest dream I had but I just wonder, how come I'm having such dreams again? It's been quite a while since I last had one. Is it stress? Or I'm getting depressed? Or I'm really a disturbed pervert subconsiously?
I wonder..
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