: nighttime bus rides. dropping off at the australian women's centre in victoria. getting lost in a dead mall. encounter with the aborigines. moved in with mother's mother. kids from college. korean karaoke. some weird boy who showed me an interior decor magazine called "geNDers". and bought cheese for mother. :

this afternoon:
: i bought 2 packets of pasta and grey ribbons from robinson's (in singapore) and a grey powerpuff girls' wallet. and saw a documentary of nba players doing exercises with their basketballs. gosh. :

today = mix tape action. raaar.

sound : dressy bessy over and over and over again

: something about institutions. mental institutions. (i guess this is the effect of moody's 'garden state' and jack nicholson's 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'.) had to write an essay on why i was patient there and my relationships with the other patients and the staff.:

and on the previous night:
: i stole a car and drove around, killing whoever was in the way. then waited for winterbrief to turn up amnd they played in a small hut in the middle of a highway in the middle of nowhere. smoked my very first joint and i could feel every rythm and drumbeat and it was so amazing. but the pot was wrapped in snow peas. likesay what what? :

arrived home last night at 22:30hrs. so very exhausted. overall the trip was alright. singapore was not as crowded as last time. people didn't look so strange. and also i was distracted by some other things. so that was good good.

and for dearest erika, my new shoelaces are black with white stars all over.*grins* and they go on my lo black allstars. i sent postcards to andrew malcolm, martin robinson and gareth rees. sorry to the rest but if you want one, let me know and i'll do so right away.

playlist for the trip home in chronological order.
tape 1: femme fatale lp, computer cougar lp, the party of helicopters ep
tape 2: mates of state 'our constant concern lp', 2 songs by american analog set, 2 songs by sodastream
tape 3: plunger lp and various screamo bands
tape 4: dressy bessy lp

today i might just purchase another book. gosh am i excited. see ya!

on the night of the fourteenth:
: befriended a girl at orange julius and after much persuasion, she finally gave her name. "demon". mother suddenly came to save the day and i wandered aimlessly in a school that had a mall that had multi-purpose restaurants."

on the night of the fifteenth:
: dad was wearing weird reading glasses. one lens was normal, the other of very fine jade. encounter with a cousin and i japed around with her car keys. also, a bunch of cats were running around and i played with a water hose and sabotaged someone. i don't know who. :

best purchase of yesterday : emo shoe laces

i have been listening to i,robot constantly. what about you?

: was stuck in a meeting with adolescents arguing about various anti-depressants. none too amusing really. :

so here i am in singapore. arrived at about 1400hrs and mode of transportation was via train and i listened to i, robot, indian summer, femme fatale, computer cougar, the party of helicopters, bats and mice and million dead in chronological order. went to a bazaar at clarke quay and was somehow coerced into purchasing a jack skellington toy bank. *rubs hands in glee.* now i am at some boring c.c. infested with counter strike nincompoops.

a film tonight? perhaps.

xox

: kept running around in circles and not achieving anything. finally, the supermarket phase has worn off and i hope it stays that way. went shopping with the smashing pumpkins. james iha and darcy were both sporting the afro do ala at the drive in. and they weren't very pretty at all but anyway. then i went to see silverchair in concert. and went to work in an advertising company. :

yeah yeah going to singapore tomorrow.
back on windsday.

sound : the calculators cd

: something about driving. something about being offered a new sim card for my mobile phone. something about oranges. about looking at sinead o' connor from afar, riding her bicycle on a highway and seeing her crash and tumble down a hill and die. something about nothing. really. :

sound: compilation cd courtesy of the wire magazine courtesy of yin.

:experiencing lawn tennis tournaments. if the players were not able to smash forward with their rackets, they could use their hands. and the balls were rather much like ping pong balls. the finals got to be a bit tense but in the end it was alright. i then went grocery shopping in a japanese supermarket after hours. (now what is this new flavour? first elevators, now supermarkets.) they ran out of chewy candy and i was not in the mood for seaweed. something about a murder but that one's rather sketchy so i'll leave that out. got a postcard from luke yablonsky. which had a really cool abstract picture. contemplated on erasing his message and writing a new one and returning the postcard to him but decided not to. finally i undid a knot. and then i woke up.:

i need a break. maybe i'll go to singapore.

are there any singaporean kids reading this?
you need to inform me of places where they sell pirated lomo cameras.
and camping supplies.

sound: lulu biting a lizard