as much as the fact that the food at movida was good, it sucks to feel all full and fat. i had this really bizarre dream last night of myself getting a haircut by this guy who took the physical form of him (what the). i stressed on the fact that my hair cannot be short or it'll be ugly during the wedding but he chopped it off anyway. i knew that everything that was happening wasn't real. so in a bizarre way, i knew that i was actually dreaming. which made it so easy for me to beat up poor hairdresser with all my might for insisting that short hair was actually good for me. and you know how 'all my might' actually broke a key. strangest bit was that i decided to ask him out after a few days by smsing "ok lah. im fine. let's go kai-kai" who on earth asks someone out like that! it was no wonder i woke up less stressed. almost like a brand new person. (then again, it could have been because of yesterday's steam bath) but i had an extremely long day at work...and unknown precipitation (yes that was today's weather forecast) fell on us while we were trying to make our way to movida in heels. so i think i need another dodgy dream tonight to unwind. speaking of work..i really need to start getting used to the fact that i will have to break the little mouse's spinal cord to kill it for its organs. the mouse room's ridiculous. you have to change into scrubs, wear another coat on top of that, put on hair cap and be paranoid about which section of floor you step on because after a certain region you have to double up on the shoe covering just to get in. we got a table at camberwell market on Sunday, September 11! YAY! i want to eat mooncake. i really really want to. :(