: so he asked me if there were any jamming studios around. i said no. this place sucked. and then i had to meet my mother somewhere. i think it was a restaurant. yeah. and the meal wasn't that great. and the water tasted weird. scene shifts to a bunch of punks. and there was some weird ass crusty punk show at some old weird ass wooden house. and i met this straightedge zinester. and we were exchanging mailing addresses. after that i met a couple of kids from australia who were talking about military boots. .... :

and then i was awaken by a text message on my mobile at 06:47hrs.

today i am getting a haircut and going to the postoffice.
exciting is it not.

listening to the smiths.

: bus journeys. i had to sit next to a girl who was too messy for her own good. and the girl in front of me was busy trying to connect a printer to her laptop but she was too dumb and didn't know how. and of course i had to be the idiot to help her. before the bus journey, i was walking down the street and decided to open a can of beer. (i don't drink beer by the way.) and when i threw away the can, i saw that i had been drinking lemon tea. (huh? go figure.) sometime before or after i was busy searching for new clothes but couldn't find any. trivial events along the way...but i can't really remember and i didn't think they were that great either. :

oh yay the weekend is here again.

hint hint is good to dance to. hell yeah.

singapore was interesting to say the least. i couldn't sleep the three nights i was there. i'm not sure if it was the tatami mattress. or i was just too exhausted and upset. or maybe it was just me. and maybe it's all three. so no dreams from singapore that i can recall as bascially i kept waking up almost every hour on the hour. no fun.

as for the exams, i did okay on all. so go me.

the past week dreams have been about trains. train journeys. and such.

and this afternoon i had a weird one about going round to this guy's place. it was made out of bricks. maybe he was in my mind subconciously the whole day or something. i don't know.

apart from all those, i have been an ill bastard. un-go me.

listening to electronica. because it's good during this time of the day.

: went to some place to watch a nirvana special/documentary. then left midway to go to 7-eleven. the vending machine was stuck with coins and whatnots and then suddenly a shitload of money kept pouring out. and i had to take it and place it in a microwave and then vend again for my soy milk. it was a huge carton. then i took the money that was sitting in the microwave and gave it to the dude at the counter. [i even have ethics in my dreams! i'm such the wuss.] then there was this gathering in the middle of a lake. like the kids were sitting on these stools around a table and if they got off the stools, they'd be swimming around... am i making sense? anyways, there were all these girls getting off their stools and when they were in the water, they started removing their bikinis. quite strange and erotic. next scene shifts to me in a garden somewhere and there was this huge tv screen on a building and they were showing a linkin park special. i turn around and chester bennington is next to me, covering his face and saying "oh my god....i can't believe i'm in that band..." hrm. whatever. :

i didn't fail that exam i talked about. hooray. however, i am waiting on 2 more results and it's freakin' killin' me.
going to singapore this thursday. back on sunday.

listening to: ordination of aaron, dear diary i seem to be dead, i would set myself on fire for you.

: failed one of my exams. a 43%. that was an absolute nightmare. then had to go back to high school to sit for a maths paper. double nightmare. :

back aches no more. huzzah.

eight thirty in the morning and i am listening to the apoplexy twist orchestra.
wake up everyone.

: this building called sprayworks. an old school repainted red. supposedly some fancy place for medical students or some sort. :
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: mother was ordered to chop up cats butcher style. but i told her not to cut off the paws. the bastard can do it himself. :
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my back aches like no other.

sound: mirah, sterling silver.

pathetic. static. accoustic.

i am in love with your eyes.
damn you.

she listens to: dear diary i seem to be dead, underoath, clikatat ikatowi (live) and cassandra.