: about my portfolio. and some really strange project that required me to collect soap or some weird products and within a certain timeframe come up with an essay. it was kinda pressuring. and i made lots of phonecalls too. and sam was in it. and she looked strange. and so did the maid. :

tommy page + rivers cuomo = heroes of the week

eden garden hotel - johor baru malaysia - room 1403
p.s. for mobile phone addicts, do not ever step foot in this hotel. it will lead to serious hysteria. unless you're into hysteria, then please be my guest.

monday night the 24th
: supermarkets! (again!) too many things in the trolley and banana bread. interestingly it was in a banana and when you peeled the skin, you get bread. now that is what i call awesome. and i skipped writing class. and desmond skipped writing class too. and in another scene i put lots of water in my hair. not like buckets or anything but you know, just caressing my hair with moisture...and..well i'm beginning not to make sense now. :

tuesday night the 25th
: dreamt but chose not to remember. do not ask. :

renaissance hotel - malacca malaysia - room 2102
p.s. excellent view.

wednesday night the 26th
: it was about the fucker. and his wife. and some other dude. and the fucker shook my hand and apologized profusely and i told him to get over it and dad told him to get out of the house. hooray for dad! :

the crib!!!

thursday night the 27th
: getting 500$ from mom. yeah...like as if that would happen. :

i think i dreamt last night.
but i forgot.

music has been weezer b-sides.

: something about national day. something about a weird road trip. something about abandoned shopping malls. (not the first time for this one.) something about new lecturers and one who was narrating his youth and how he used to be a twenty year old psychotic swimmer. something about me cutting my hair...really...really...short.... :

it means a new life.
i'm not sure if it's on another planet or this one.

music = equals = the wind up bird.

so there's this malay proverb that goes:

ikut hati...mati...
ikut rasa...binasa...

which means:
follow your heart...and be dead...
follow your emotions...and be destroyed

choose your own adventure.

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finally have those tracks by standing 8.
finally finally.
like a prisoner given dessert.

last night = nada.
night before last night = : me breaking a lot of things. like.... my watch. and some stuff. :
i don't know. woke up and felt dead low like as if my entire life was broken. but i received the lightning bolt dvd in the mail so that was good.
night before last night's last night = : me looking at babies with no eyes and i saw them running into the street with some rock star that resembled iggy pop. all of them were naked including iggy clone and their bodies were painted a deadly grey...like zombies. :
i don't know what's that supposed to mean either.
maybe nothing.

the exams are so over.

i am listening to weezer's pinkerton.
despite the album's concept that is built around it, i am very very much in love. and you better believe it.

: there was a presentation in class about comic superheroes. we were supposed to spot the difference between two same issues of spiderman (#127). i didn't see any difference. and out of the blue both covers showed spidy wearing plastic watches. the difference was the face of one watch was red and the other black. a bit lame. :

sound = the one am radio

: went to see U2 at matchroom. the CNN crew were there as well. it was kinda weird. :

my throat hurts like a motherfucker.
and this for someone who looks after her diet.
blargh.