hot hot hot! blood drenched cartoons to satiate the sadist in ya.

i dreamt about meeting sarah jessica parker in las vegas. i professed to be a big fan and then we went shopping for bear-shaped bag accessories. i've gotta give it to my subconscious for such nocturnal adventures.

i did guard 3ic on friday night and it was hell. first of all the guard 2 and i were supposed to takes shifts and man the desk, but he went to sleep instead and so i had to do everything from like 12 mn to 6am. the longest stretch i slept couldn't have been more than 10 mins. i had to, for example, help the prowlers send or draw their weapons ammo torch and signal every bloody hour, track their progress with the checkpoints, go out and un barricade the gate everytime a vehicle comes, and barricading it back was so difficult cuz it got stuck, and also issue passes to the kind canteen people, i say kind cuz they gave us lotsa free food the previous night. and then in the morning we all stood at the gate waiting for the chief of army to come. some lucky 3rd sergeant was his chauffer. i hope i don't get guard duty again.

billy crystal was as usual the funniest man at the oscars. the intro gig is actually available on kazaa.

doesn't life feel stagnant? i still can't book any driving pratical this month- the weekend slots are all taken. the music i listen to gets stale even faster. i'm now really into caetano veloso, who is a brazilian legend. he did a really chilled rendition of mj's billie jean. i quote this from the cd liner notes: "portuguese, english, italian, spanish, all those languages, the multiplicity of languages, which has always made me dream. i'll listen to them all, one after the other, and i'll tell myself 2 things. the first, that lacan was right, the subconscious knows all languages. when you hear this you realise it, for i understand everything he sings. the second, i'll say to myself: your life's been a failure, what you should have done was learn all languages, go on all the travels this guy's had, because he could speak to people. travels in the widest sense. when i think of caetano, it makes me dream. i don't know why. and that makes me live.."

i dream a lot too.. about silver jets, an ultra chic home, great clothes, places of glass and metal, and if that makes me live i must have led several lifetimes already. ok, it's a non-joke. i'm going off to watch queer as folk, which is the gay/les version of sex and the city.