: last day of high school before finals. had to watch a performance in the school hall. some girl tripped over the stage, spinning around in her sari and no one gave a damn. was annoyed with some kid from another class who kept bothering me. a lift home from a classmate and discovered that bothering kid was my neighbour. overly anxious with finals because i had not been studying physics nor chemistry. met another classmate in the bus and we talked about midgets. i said that midgets were just like us and they did 'normal' things and they had'normal' feelings and he said his dad was a midget. some other kid told him that his mom was then 'scare white' and he got an absolute beating for that. too much blood in the bus. then i ran home to watch spiderman. :

then i woke up.

listen to paul dempsey.

: part I. went to see the beatles and they performed most of their hits except strawberry fields forever which was an absolute shame. then went for the meet and greet session but john and ringo had gone to eat. george was busy chatting with one of the roadies and i was stuck with sir paul but he was rather chatty so that was alright. part II. mom's friend came over to visit and i had to accompany her to a supermarket and i met her daughter and her daughter's friend and they were just plain weird. part III. drove an army truck around KL city and got stuck on a path which turned all video game like and suddenly red motorcyclists appeared out of nowhere and i lost control and couldn't hit the brakes on time which sent me down to a deep, dark hole. but i didn't die. :

you see that greener grass over there.
go fuckn eat it.

'i felt one eyelid twitch in irritation. why do so many people start their messages with "it's me"? of course it is you. we all know that. but who the hell ARE you?' - darkly dreaming dexter by jeff lindsay pg 131.

: part I. dgn brought me out to dinner . a vegetarian restaurant floating on the sea. gks was late but she made it nonetheless and it was awesome to see her again. even if it was in a dream. part II. some charity event at a madrasah / orphanage organized by my parents. meal served was seafood but it was not nice and i had to pay for it and i went away to a jetty and had seafood somewhere else. part III. led a tour to ancient chinese museums to old chinese ladies. one of them kept holding my arm but whenever her daughter was in the vicinity, she pretended like she had no clue who i was. part IV. a sleep spa. there were about four double beds. two of them were occupied by couples. the bed was was sprinkled with rose petals and chocolates and candy. you could somewhat 'rent' the bed and sleep in it for any time you please. but i doubt copulation was allowed. :

they have taken a slight turn.
focusing on a single character.
starting with dgn and her adventures with a person she was none less interested in. followed by elw and ih(from high school). do i mean something to them or a drawer just fell out from one of my memory wardrobes? spilling contents. displaying them all over.

it's the weekend and it doesn't feel like it.

listen to language of flowers.

last nite at my parents' house.
: did a 'metal' themed zine named 'dystopia' and distributed it at a toy fair. the featured article was 'the basic recipe of a processed baby'. :

there were more to it but i can't remember now.
still, it's better than dreaming about boring stuff like people you know and can't be bothered to care or deal with.

listen to heather.

NEW DECADES

numbers dictate pretty much every movement we make.
action.
direction.
whether we like it. or not.

and it is okay.

as long as you're still inhaling.
still existing.
still a memory in someone else's memory bank.
still scratching a surface on someone else's page.
friction versus friction.
as long as you're still exhaling.

to dictate and be dictated.
the numbers will always surround you.
and encompass you.
until time is up.

choose your own fucking adventure.

p.s. happy tenth birthday gryswtr. and may there be many more tens to come.

axe-oh-ex.