the clog

I dream of Sushi

You know one of those days when you feel like something needs to be said, but you're not sure what it actually is? This is one of those days. I think something poignant and perhaps important should be coming from me on this day...but nothing wise is forthcoming. Actually, nothing wise has dropped from these lips of mine for quite some time, so don't be expecting any miracles. But today...I just felt like the world expected something of me.

In other news...I dreamt that I was eating sushi again. My god, the craving! It really hurts. I need sushi! Have you ever had a craving so bad that it permeates even your dreams? It's almost insane! Sushiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Ironically, a friend of mine has asked me to go to an all you can eat buffet with him sometime before the school break. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to allocate for such a meeting. Gah. I'm swamped...mostly due to all those absences that I have been suffering in the course of the sem (I kept getting these really really bad migraine attacks and none of the pill combos worked. I'm pretty sure that they're just giving me placebos and milking me of my money.... Someone ought to complain). But seriously...who would have thought that raw fish would have such an impact on my psyche? I mean, other cravings are simple enough to satisfy: pizza? Just call the delivery service. Burgers? Drive through. Chicken? Just drop by anywhere.
Simply put, all those mundane cravings are easy enough to satisfy given that I have an inclination to do so. But sushi is a different matter. When you talk about sushi you need to talk about quality. Sometimes I don't mind going slumming and eating low grade sushi like Sushi King (which I adore). But sometimes you crave those certain sushi pieces that only the high class sushi places serve. In which case, you're pretty much screwed. I mean, think about it. How often do you have money to splurge on high quality sushi? I never have. All my spare money has been dedicated to basic living necessities (much to my chagrin). So where does that leave me? Dreaming of sushi, that's where. I also have been dreaming of croissants of late.

"Why croissants? I mean, they're readily available in 7-11's across the nation," a casual gourmand may state
"Blasphemer! May the God of Pasteries curse your baking powder to never rise!" I would retort, shaking my fists...

And that's the whole problem really. The foppish 7-11 croissants cannot compare to a proper oven baked croissant. Heck, none of the croissants that I have come across in Malaysia can compare to the hot-from-the-oven goodness that I experienced in Switzerland. The memory of those golden crescents haunt me. They haunt me, I tell you! That and high quality sushi. Does this mean that I'm starting to develop a rich man's tongue? Nnooooooooooooooooooo. Gimme back the tongue and stomach that could almost take anything! I don't need these dreams!

And there you have it. The world probably expected something from me today and I talked about...sushi and croissants. Oh well, goes to show that you should never expect anything from me. Then you won't be dumbfounded. ^_^. Ooop, time to run. Have to study for three tests for tomorrow. Sayonara!

*Runs into darkness, finds a bed and sleeps*

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Rumoku-man
Rumoku-man
Leads a nonsensical life that only he can can
have you ever seen such a life
as that of Rumoku-man?

- from the saga of Rumoku-man, circa 2004 AD. Found in the tomb of a Mechanized Robot Bunny...-