Watched Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer and this is every fanboy's wet dream. Funny and fun. Incredible team interaction. Human Torch gets everybody's powers makes him like the Super Skrull. And Galactus is worth fearing, not the double spiked helmet doofus with the blue and red armour like in the comics. Stan Lee makes a funny cameo. Otaku forever!!!!!!!

Also got Dylan's New Morning, Slow Train Coming and Highway 61 Revisited remastered. Also got White Stripes' Icky Thump.

Had a fluanxol shot yesterday and feel like Superman today.

I dunno lar, Ghani (my secret police aiyah father) is probably shaping me to have balls of steel, strong psi-power, able to deal with perilous situations and able to have the confidence and self-assurance to seduce women for State secrets.

On my way to Chinese Malaysian KGB lor.

Matter of time before they induct me.

As the Narco police, if I think I'm James Bond, I'm probably James Bond.

My left leg feel tremendous relief. And not much urge to smoke anymore. That medium they body-meld with me must have died just now.

Been taking a lot of injections. Maybe should stop and let the things in my head settle down.

Talked a lot about gangsters and secret police to my fren, Christy Lee. Hopefully, they're still tapping my phone and see my desire to join the National Security Branch.

Taking so many injections I'm a human pincushion liao.

Just back from Genting. Wanted to watch Sammi Cheng but too tired ler.

Yesterday a South African pastor prayed over me as I was feeling weird. So strong was the sensation that I needed to get a jab of Kemadrin to calm me. But everything is fine today. He's strong in God that pastor, heals AIDS victims. Yesterday my whole body was bloated up.

This country is almost run by the Americans cos the rulers want to suck your collective cocks by arresting terrorists (Jemaah Islamiyah and Mujahidden) under the Internal Security Act (local version of the Patriot Act).

Meanwhile, the police aren't good enuff to regulate the Kumpulan Mujahidden Malaysia (our faction of Al-Qaeda) hence a Mujahidden fucker on a motorbike carrying a machine gun. So I'm quite worried. On top of it all, the weather here is haywire. It never rains in the summer solstice here but this year, shhhheeeiiiiittttt!!!!!!!
The straw that broke the camel's back is if course I was recruited by the National Security Branch of Malaysia (somewhat akin to secret police and your FBI have been taking cues from us to form their own NSB) and I dunno what to do.

I helped Jack Wade of the Company to capture a suspect (Shatar Bin Ahmad) with my schematic glasses and high-tech espionage techniques. Still got my special compass to finger them, and SIGINT comes in through the local radio stations. I'm also equipped with a camera to fotograph insurgents and recorder to record conversations but have yet sent them to the Ministry of Defence.

Spent about a week in the jail cum psychiatric ward again. I think it's some sort of portal to hell, a door to to the ghostly realm. But I checked with my uncle the spiritual medium, and he said the Chinese Governor of Hell does not want to accept me anymore.

Still thinking of shagging Dr. Tee my psychiatrist at GH.