of fish and fitness.

i've just had this dream in which my father took in a second wife who was younger (but still not my age --- no spoilt goods around). she was the daughter of a restaurant chain baron, and marrying her meant that he was going to become heir to the chain. for some strange reason, we had a massive celebatory lunch where the attendees were all stafff members of the ministry of foreign affairs. except that i wasn't there...i was in a suv with two malay girls (one of them being my father's first wife), looking for food in a place that looked like kepong, whilst all of a sudden it went up this greatly exagerrated ascent that was meant to be genting...and it tipped over and fell to the side. luckily, it straightened itself out somehow, and it was back to its merry way, though with a dent. funnily enough, the way down looked like a warped version of the road leading down to jalan damansara from the tivoli appartments...a very long way down, with a steep descent, while our driver was going down surprisingly fast.

my father called the carphone and the first wife picked up, and told him that she was "packing", for some strange reason. suddenly, a change of scene: we were in front of a friend's house (presumably the restaurant baron's) and i could hear my father saying that she was lying. wife #1's friend was gone. we went into the house where i met most of his staff members, and one of them told me about the 12 fishes that my father had ordered for the 12 tables that were having lunch in his honour at a mamak. he paid for everybody's meals, of course.

i woke up at that point.

ugh. kooky.