trip 11.04.04 20:00hrs jam asia
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hit after hit after hit while we were at the far end. heavy breezes and light showers in the background. clustered grey clouds. flashing lights from the fire station. chuck taylors of various colours and sizes sweeping past us. chatters murmurs laughter. these days there are no illusions. not even sounds. just a feeling of floating through time and space and feeling really good.
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last night:
: 01. lulu the cat getting stuck in a bookshelf.
02. my aunt flipping through my empty magnetic phonebook. :

once i heard the sounds of churh organs from my room while i slept outside.
it was not a dream. and there was nobody in my room either.

go figure.

creep dancing to the smiths.

last last night
: part (a)- stuck in a forest and it was raining. and in my hands was a nest with two baby birds. cradling the nest very carefully i walked a distance to find a suitable spot for the baby birds so they would be safe. and once i did, they died.
part (b) – crossing the street from one building to the next with mother. raining really heavily. and we both had umbrellas. hers was alright. but the steels from my umbrella kept unfolding and mother tried to fix it back but it refused to function. :

last night
: breaking lots of vinyl records. :
---> simple interepretation. i was pissed off.

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there is a hot iron plate nailed to my chest and i feel like cracking my skull open. shivering shivering shivering. these conditions are annoying and at the same time very upsetting. i hope i will be okay later so i could rock the *blue cap*.

listening to index for potential suicide ‘the newest youth rebellion’ cd.
- i still think they are mediocre and the locust (circa s/t7” and s/t lp) are infinitely better.

what is good about being a size five when all the shoes of your choice available are in sevens above. and what is good about being ill during the weekend when friends from across the sea are over. and what is good about dreaming of white bugs and unwanted advice?

aaargh......piss off.

music equals ridiculous no wave.

: (I) ordered a hot cup of tea but instead an ice cold glass of soymilk turned up. (something strange in that scene and felt like my lungs were inflamed.) bumped into an acquaintance who was wearing a white shirt and his face was rather pale. didn't look like a ghost though but it was kinda freaky. (II) new open air library smacked in the middle of orchard road. framed black and white pictures on the shelves and the librarian on duty gave me the creeps. (III) skipped the library to a streetcorner where there were four different types of phonebooths. chose the one i was familiar with and tried calling the sayang but somehow the number co-ordination didn't seem to come out right. :

note to self:
persevere and earn as much as possible so you can have a new head, mind and home.

: about trespassing into this middle aged chinese woman's house.
and she had many weird ornaments.
and she didn't mind me being there either.
and her husband was kinda like that get smart dude with his phone in his shoe or summink. :

music = blur 'the best of' dvd.

yay. i adopted a fetus. looks a lil' screamo doesn't it not. hah!
get yours today! whilst stocks last!
le fetus mart

music : femme fatale 'fire baptism' lp.

the documentation process continues and the same plethora of content is resurrected. what are the possible explanations or logical reasons i wonder. perhaps there aren’t any. and perhaps there are. and i suppose i do not deserve to be told to be informed to be acknowledged.

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[part one] to purchase a pair of adidas trainers named the michael jordan. white with very fine red and blue vertical stripes at the sides. they did not have my size. and they decided to shut the store.
[part three] to purchase a pair of white chucks. there were two types. one was off white and the other was pure white with black lines at the soles. was keen on the latter pair but found out that there were funny looking strings attached to them. opted for the former pair only to return home with black leather chucks in the box.

[part two] in the middle of the forest there was a wooden hut. and in the hut were youths of varied ethnic backgrounds. they came out from the hut and started dancing in the forest like how ravers do. but there weren’t any music to be heard at all. i stood behind a tree watching them float. watching them twirl around in complete gaiety. a very old dark green beetle drove up and on the car plate, the words ‘agatha christie was right’ scratched very deeply. a middle aged caucasian lady resembling janis joplin stepped out. who then proceeded to join the entranced community.

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lights flicker on and off.
lights in the mind switching off.