somebody should consider resurrecting rap all stars' "hit em high, hit em low" in hiphop clubs. it has a very cypress hill-ish beat to it. every cypress hill afficionado doesn't need to be reminded that the music is perfect for bump and grind clubbing. so there.

this is as random as my thoughts can get today.

for the benefit of those who might have misunderstood. No, i was not fired from Asia Herald. :) I resigned because I thought working with FT would do me more good, financially-speaking. I mean, hey, if i still don't get to immerse myself in creative writing (as a profession), i might as well do something that involves writing, still, and earn a significant deal. correct?

I have an undying craving for salad. I know 'undying' isn't the most appropriate word, but I left my vocabulary at home so you'll have to contend with simpleton English. So, where was I? Oh, I wasn't even talking about anything. I wanted to eat at Burgoo for lunch today but the Podium was still closed when I got there. So I settled for what Cibo had to offer instead. It wasn't that bad. Though I wanted something with a lot of parmesan and bacon bits. Oh, and croutons. Yes, croutons complete the salad. Especially if you mash them and toss them with your salad. So when the forkful of greens gets inside your mouth, you get to feel a sandy texture that makes you, unconsciously, close your eyes for 3 seconds.

But that's just me. I'm salad lover. And I want sand in my mouth.