in un-chronological order.

: (I)purchashed coldplay tickets. 42 buckeroos each and i got loads of free tshirts. all white with black ink designs. before the concert, i thought of wearing one of the tshirts i got. however, they were far too big and long for me so i decided to auction them on ebay. other incidents of pre and post concert but nothing of the show itself. hrm. :

: (II)went to some dj workshop and they were playing i am spoonbender and kid 606 remixes. and i asked the dj on duty if i could have 2 copies of the cd. and he said he would give them to me for free and his name was bis. it's an acronym for something in slither. obviously, i forgot what the 'b' stood for and it doesn't really matter anyway. :

: (III)family reunion and it was nice having everyone around. i was supposed to attend some graduation party of sorts and mother kept asking me to find something new to wear. i couldn't really be bothered with the party but was more so interested in playing with the lulu the cat. apparently i had a pet turtle too and it was super huge. (fact: i did have a pet turtle once named nada but it fit the size of my palm. not as huge as the one in this dream.) :

many more dreams of some designer who held art classes in his own house but nothing too much about it that i could remember. oh well.

listen to loquat and pink floyd.

finally broke out of the pattern.

do you notice it?

it's really easy. scroll down, scroll up.

you'll see it right away.

i wish i could invest some memory for myself like how i do with my computer. wouldn't that be great? or perhaps not. documentation you'd think would be relevant at the time and then it gets stored unnecessarily and there's no delete button either. and it's not like i'll "run" any faster with more memory and oh! speaking of memory. why is it so much easier to remember things when you don't want to? (no, no i am not speaking of the uncanny...) but more like sitting in an exam and wishing i could write "here are the lyrics to moth eaten deer head but i can't write the code for drawing a circle using java."

and talk about circle. they're playing sunny day real estate on the creation records radio channel i'm currently logged on. sdre's 'diary' is undeniably good but the experiences and events linked to it are just far too heart wrenching. suckass.

reading about geeks is lame in a cool way.
reading about geeks and relating to them is cool in a lame way.

wtf am i talking about?

lol l337 "< / 3" !!!

i've been dreaming about my students. (yay! i'm finally getting to the point!)
some of them did horribly in their maths revision and i'm not even teaching maths. well not officially, anyway. and there are some dreams that spells paranoia with a capital P but no, i won't talk about them. yes i know. i can be such a tease. "here is a bag full of candy. it's chewy and tastes like caramel but you can't have any."

must. end. here.
starting to sound like a livejournal entry sans slutty portrait pictures with the flash on/where i went for coffee today/oh look cutesy wutesy pictures of clouds.

must.end.here.for.rillaz.
listen to a.p.o.f.
a.r! (acronyms.rock!)
hahahahah!

: moving house. strange teachers and students. weird visitors. 13 scratch lines on my left shoulder and 2 on me tum tum. :

recurring dreams of secondary school classmates and some other people who i don't intend to store in my memory. one by one they appear to fit a non-existent jigsaw puzzle. it's sickening and it sucks big time.



music this morning has been the radio dept. 'this past week'.

: part I. the parental units insisted i tied the knot a.s.a.p. and i wasn't freaked out by the idea but more so of their insistence and the pressure they were imposing on me. part II. kid sister had a doppelganger and that was sorta scary. part III. met a pair of identical twins who dressed up in smurf suits and the only way to differentiate them was by their eyebrows. :

moss icon is good breakfast music.

my new lodging is semi-weird. but really i'm not complaining. everything is fine with me for the mean time. close to loved ones are all that matters.

some dreams involved embrejonsi on heelies. and i think i dreamt about my parents last nite but really i can't remember it too well. not surprising if it did happen (the dream about parents) because they are constantly on my mind and i miss my family all the time.

i caught the flu bug. it sucks and i wish i could be at the beach tomorrow instead of shouting at little monsters in pinafores. oh well...

listen to luna sea. they be good!

from the 13th floor.

in a room in singapore.

: I. of the late aunty diana. i was teaching a class and and a lady passed by and it was supposed to be a relative but it was her instead. and she was wearing a white tshirt and a white flowy skirt and she looked really solemn. it was sorta scary.
II. of h.o trying to get new bedsheets and there was suspicion in the air of another woman. :

really hope the latter would be true.

that would give me some thrill. not that i am not having lately. commuting to and fro everyday gives me a lot of thrills. the majority of singaporeans are weird and crazy.

and "me likes it!"

oh yeah. i moved out last nite.

email me if you want my new mailing addy.

xox