In my dreams, that is. Nine out of ten dreams that I had involved me running, not towards but rather away from something. I don’t know what. Sometimes it is obvious that something is chasing me, sometimes it is not. But I’m always running, that I’m sure. I wake up in the morning breathless – as though I really did the running – usually accompanied by a throbbing headache. I’d feel fatigued, like I didn’t sleep at all.

I don’t always dream, at least not consistently. There are times I dream every single day. During times like those I sometimes dread going to sleep.

There are also times I don’t dream at all for weeks and months. Sleep feels like what sleep should be. No breathless mornings. No racing heart. Just plain sleepiness in the morning convincing your body it needs another 5 minutes of sleep. Not trying to figure out what just happened and ask yourself about why you were running away and what were you running away from. Not trying to wake your mind up from a hangover-like semi-conscious state. Not trying to flex your muscles and realize that your whole body aches.

Just what exactly am I running from? Or why am I running in the first place?

These dreams have haunted me for years. Years. I never remember my other dreams because they will simply be overshadowed by the memories of most, if not all of my dreams which involved me running away. From something. I have never gotten caught, but I have never stopped running either.

When do I get to stop running?

Probably on the day Grim catches me.

Like picking a marble out of soap water with a pair of chopsticks.

Sure, the marble is right in front of you. You could pick it up with your hands. Or you could pour away the soap water. Or you could use a spoon. Or you could…

But what if the only correct way is to pick it up with chopsticks?

Will you persevere, believing that one day you could perhaps catch the marble for good, ignoring the fact that the likelihood of actually getting a grip on the marble with chopsticks is as low as… well, picking up a marble out of soap water with a pair of chopsticks.

Or

Pour the soap water away, pick the marble up with your hands and be done with it.

Or

Forget about the marble.

Tough choice?

Tough. No matter the choice, there is no win-win situation.

There’s no way I would know of each and every pasar malam out there, so I’d be glad if anyone could update the list below if the pasar malam in question is not listed.

Monday
SS2, Petaling Jaya

Tuesday
Sri Petaling (Near The Store)

Wednesday
Taman Connaught, Cheras

Thursday
Bandar Tun Razak (Beside football field)
OUG
Chow Yang, Petaling Jaya

Friday
Taman Desa
Sri Petaling (Near Endah Parade)

Saturday
Taman Midah, Cheras
Bangsar
Happy Garden (Near OUG)

Sunday
Taman Megah, Petaling Jaya
Taman Tun Dr. Ismail
Happy Garden (Another side (?))

Can you believe he’s only a couple of days old in this picture? Look at the amount of hair he has! We’re expecting him to be afro-headed very soon.

I haven’t had the chance to see him personally yet, but I’ll be with him very soon.

Okay maybe it’s time to turn it into the awesomest blog on the Internet revive it.

I promise to make attempts to blog more.

P/S: Note the word ‘attempt’