the past week in no order.

: was having coffee on my own downstairs when an old chinese lady about 60 decided to join me (with no invitation) and proceeded to engage me in a conversation about manicure. she lived at block 2 and after a couple walked past to say hi, she left.  :

: was looking at instagram prints when i was suddenly transported to either san francisco / san diego. was standing by the beach looking at the waves and many killer whales came up to the surface. :

: was typing an email and every incident i narrated was re-enacted. that doesn't make much sense does it? anyways, after which i was transported to comicon. a proper one. not like the supposed ones we have locally.:

: received a pair of pink doc martens maryjanes. have no clue who gave them but they were really sweet looking. then i rode a purple fixie and it flew like the E.T bike and i went over the buckingham palace but landed in ny, ny. and stopped at a hot dog fast food joint with my family. later on back home, my bathroom had been converted into some dj booth. there were new turntables on the bathroom sink and they were hooked up to a whole load of other strange gadgets when i realized i would have a huge problem if i were to take a shower. :

reflections and resolutions need not have a schedule.
just like grief and repentance.

eternally grateful for having the most amazing support system.
thank you, thank you and thank *you.

listen to shimmering stars.

this week

: little sister gave me a new pair of trainers. a collaboration between adidas and asics. but it was fit like a new balance. it was neon green. a highly unlikely colour for me to own. especially with trainers but damn was it sweet. :

: had to sit for an arcade game exam. i was worried i hadn't practised enough and didn't remember all the combo moves. the venue was  in a small white house in the middle of a park and the steps to go there were winding and twisting with too much rubble. :

there is madness in the air.
madness i thought that was leashed and shackled and forgotten forever.
nothing is forever.
and nothing is really forgotten either.

show me the map.
show me the pitchfork in the road.

: (i) had to cross the causeway for a science project. topic was on 'birds and feathers' but all we ever did was stand in the middle of a park and argued if the pack of cigarettes on me were local or imported. and i was supposed to discard them when we went back. i hid them in a cosmetic bag and before customs could open it, i woke up.

(ii) there was this rainbow fish i saw in a drain. it had a red head and and a black body and black legs and there it went walking, walking with not a care in the world.

(iii) SAA came to visit some nights ago. he told me to change my shirt. wear something more colourful and cheery he said. and i did.:

so july came and went.
and august will be making its exit before i know it.
it hasn't been too bad at all. again, life hangs you upside down.
and releases you just as you were getting comfortable. you could soar.
or you could just sink.

and whilst all is up in the air and never fixed, i could never be more certain.

today's playlist consists of bands with gang vocals. good gang vocals.

some people just don't realize how important a bed is. it's very important.
it can be the worst bed in the world with the worst mattress / duvet / pillows...but a bed is a bed. and if you have your own bed, appreciate it. 

in manchester, june 18 2011, i dreamt that i was swimming or wanted to swim badly in a chocolate lake. like the one in wonka's factory. and i think this had to do with a conversation i had with j bunten about him being akin to violet beuragarde. in a sense that he kept his gum for quite some time.

and over in high wycombe, prior to manchester, i dreamt about being followed by a monster. he was eyeing me outside my classroom and he stalked me when i was at the corridor of a building and he got his relatives to stalk me in a hospital lobby. very vivid that one.

and as of late, the dreams are just mere individual puzzle pieces and i'm supposed to guess what the picture really is. and to be honest, i don't really care.

recent turn of events are quite unimaginable.
and i'm still trying to figure out the whys and whats of them all.
and maybe i shouldn't. but it's difficult when the old self pays an impromptu visit.

listen to jeff hanson.

0703hrs uk time

dear england,
you have been nothing but absolutely amazing, annoying, beautiful, fantastic, miserable and super! i will come back for you and you better believe it!
all my love, gry. xox.

this trip has been powered by yazoo, m&s salads and pastas, phonebooths, your neighbour the liar, human hands, kids return and really bad wifi.

for the last couple of weeks or so, i've been sleeping rather well.
surprise, surprise huh?
some of the dreams are just random images and some i just fail to remember.

: the other other day i was in a huge hypermarket with a different social circle and i did not feel like hanging out in their diy home made of cardboard, so i started running like as if i was in a marathon. i went around almost every aisle and everything looked yellow and orange. and sometimes the lights were green. it felt good despite not having any running shoes on.

the other day i was sent to collect a gift from SAA and it came in a hermes paper bag. it looked like a very old fountain pen and i wanted to test the ink but had no paper so i wrote on the wall instead. it functioned like a brand new pen. untouched. ready to conquer all. :

much can be said/deciphered but i am not going to bother.

A recently shared his very vivid dream which seemed really really warped.
not too sure where to start with that one but thanks so much for sharing!

in other news, planet gry has been spotted donning new garb but that's all there is to it, really.
just garb.

once in a while, sf has some VERY rad dreams. this is from april 26th.

:  "I had a dream last night that a giant Frank Sidebottom Puppet was besiegeing Manchester. He/it was demanding that everyone stop talking loudly on their mobile phones, or he would kill exactly 2,000 people. For some reason I hid in the Retro Bar.  People weren't paying attention to him! I was shouting at them, but they paid no attention. So I went and hid. He climbed out of a well. For some reason he was hidden in there disguised as an envelope, and just unfolded loads of times untill he was about 60 ft tall! To clarify, I was not recoiling with the band Terror. I'd prefer certain death at the hand of a giant puppet to associating with them." :

i especially loved the threat and the specific number of people he would kill.
and being disguised as an envelope.
some ideas there for future fancy dress parties. 

my dreams as of late have been lame. 
if it's not about work, it's about boring people whose existence serves no purpose or meaning or whatsoever.


been blessed with the best food and company ever. 
labour day weekend calls for proper rotting indoors. please rain. heavily.