dreaming about scoring the politics paper. (as if)
dreaming about snickers ice cream sundaes and hot chocolate with whipped cream and fudge.
i am tired.

this morning has been about:
telefon tel aviv
acid mother's temple and the melting paraiso ufo
mft compilation

* don't ask me about the background of gryswtr.blogspot.com
i did nothing to the layout.

saw the news in my dreams before i picked up the papers this morning. freaky? yes, very.

playlist as of late:

mew - frengers

mogwai - happy songs for happy people
---> or as how abe more appropriately described as happy songs for people who want to die.

surface of eceon - the king beneath the mountain
---> oh my goth. this is the soundtrack to drowning.

yes.

and no i have not been sleeping well despite medication. meh.

for some reason i have troubling editing the latest entry.
the edit button is not there. mysterious.
i re-did the irrational number quiz.
don't ask me why. but if you must know, boredom was a factor.
which means there were other factors why i re-did the quiz.
but i'm not going to tell you.
so what was the result? i got pi.
dammit. pi rules, okay.
oh well. i was never popular in the first place.

What Irrational Number Are You?

You are √2 You are in good company, many other square roots are also irrational numbers. Just by being a square root you have been branded a radical. You are considered very attractive, especially by Europeans (at least on paper.) You fear that a relationship with another √2 may somehow end up complex and ultimately imaginary. In reality, only another √2 will make you whole. Your lucky number is approximately 1.41421356

Shiny Lemur Straif's Blog

if you know me well enough, i kinda like prime numbers more.
but yeah numbers in general are cool, anyhow.

: 1. there was 60's themed party at a neighbour's place. outside their house. on the main road. i didn't dance until they played hey ya by outkast. 2. in a taxi with some unknown people and went through crazy routes and even up a building. very scary. 3. stuck in a mental institution with characters named desmond, scott and jane. very very long corridors and zombified patients. we had to find the exit. (scariest part of all.) 4. from the mental insitution i was transported into a shopping mall in singapore. i insisted i go to orange julius despite the rain and thunderstrorms. :

sound : farside 'the monroe doctrine' cd.

: this could be my final missing link dream. i went to the old store and everything was gone or about to be packed up. and what was left for me was an lp of the convocation of. i was offered to check out a new 4song ep of le tigre but i wasn't really that interested. after that i saw this lady and her baby got hit by a truck. and she was sort of carried away by the sea. then i got into a strange looking green car, which was a texan car and i had to sit next to all these old ladies. and they were making such a racket. after that, i helped little sister with her artwork and walked around the highways. :

music! boo radleys - wake up boo!
sounds unbelievably take that-ish.

thursday's dream is lost. not thursday the suckass band. but a few day's ago's dream. oh well. from what i remember, i went to zouk. in singapore. and there were these kids from a chinese school. in white uniforms. and as i was waiting for the music to start, the curtains drew and it was a chinese opera on stage. yeah.

last night
: living in a rundown house ala fight club. having to witness freaks in the house going through cooking lessons. and then something happened and i stole 40cents candy from the candy shop. and that shop had bethany curve chocolate bars. and it was 2.90$ a bar. and the newest flavour was black pepper. and then i was walking this girl home. and she asked me about my step brother. and what it was like to have step-siblings. and i'm like what the fuck are you talking about? and she said that her mother said or actually she said her mother sent her a text message and said that my father remarried again and i was like that is so not true. then we sat by the corridor cos suddenly she didn't wanna go home and i was thinking about fischerspooner and all the ugly clothes she bought. and how she didn't deserve all that money. :

it's sunday already?

going to listen to mew.