i believe someone was strangled in the bathroom. in room 210's bathroom. awoken every couple of hours due to the "screaming" and the lady kept on staring. staring staring through the curtains at the traffic. non stop traffic. even 2am. even 4am.

so the dreams were short and abrupt and they faded into the walls that heard everything.

sound : alex hannan's mixtape

damansara specialist hospital room 210.
-there was a lady sitting on of the chairs looking out of the window. i can't figure out if she has long hair or not, but she was checking out the traffic and i didn't mean to move her position, but i needed the space to do something. and it was easier for nurses to come in and change the drips and whatnots.

: old school movie theatres with thought provoking futurisitc concepts. different seats were for different films. like if you sat in the one labelled 'E.T.' then the screen would be showing some beady-eyed brown alien pointing to the sky. pretty neat i thought. i had to choose a chinese film from the 1930s which was quite depressing. then i had to go through a forest filled with fairy tale/cartoon characters and maybe it was strawberry shortcake who insisted i purchase the hello kitty refrigerator. and while i was rearranging my cds, i was awoken by some loud beep on the monitor. grrr! :

oh and somebody died at 830am.

sound : my left brain screaming against the right

: some kid from the fraccy forum came over to malaysia and sent me a text message in malay saying he bought nine baby crocodiles for 7$. (i swear this has got to do with charlie sammut calling me a crocodile earlier. *shakes fist* grrrr.) next, i was in a rush to go to uni. but was somehow stuck at the hospital and ended up hanging out at the cafeteria and eating sandwiches with staples in it. the cable tv there was odd and a blind man almost insisted i purchase the newspapers with headlines of the lady lady di's death. once i got to the institution, a lecturer said i should join some contest called "the khayembii communique awards." urgh. :

back to bed but it is not possible.

sound: the air conditioner whirring away and thus giving me the sniffles

: i remember a bunch of kindergarten kids balancing on rooftops and swinging on the windows. i stood on a bridge and talked to a midget. i remember holding 4 white kittens with black beady eyes like i was holding a bouquet of flowers and giving them a wash. i remember washing a dog too. i remember attending a weird school. i remember moving out and into a nice apartment with pink carpets. (tho' in reality i would never wanna have pink carpets!) i remember going to a show and 4 bands played. but i can't remember their names. :

*yesterday evening we went to the prime minister's house.
it was like darth vader meets emerald city. spooky spooky weird shit.
*then we went to a crazy mall that had too many shops with funky things. and with a river in the middle of it. but it was too late to check out the water taxis. dinner at johnny's restaurant was so ra ra ra ra rad!

sound: the last forty seconds/sundowner 7"

: witnessed the process of chaining half a dozen reindeers to a carriage. rather occult-ish. and the people involved looked like members of the kkk. helped a kid to solve an obscure mathematic equation. something about using the proving theory but she said it could be done in just 2 steps and i sulked and walked away. elvis impersonator wore my favourite flannel shirt and went clubbing and i was none too excited. and all this happened while i lived in a hut up a hill during winter. :

purchase of the day: spiderman head watch with adjustable strap. raaar.

sound: staccato reads 7"...chick chicky boom(x3)...

: 1.stuck with three mental patients who sat in a circle and had tubes linked to each other and they shared the same oxygen tank. they were one adolescent, an old man, old lady. the teenage kid was c-hamilton and his brother was d-hamilton. and d-hamilton said that c-hamilton had a thing for raw onion strips and if he didn't have them he would die.

2.underwater concert. and as some tarzan impostor swung from one end of the damp to the other, i had to make sure the cats were alright. the cats were alive, yes. and they were sleeping in a straw basket on top of one another.

3. running away, box of chocolates in hand. :

modern acupuncture rules.

sound: ninetynine and dressy bessy

: monochrome chaos and anger and frustration. :
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: their stuffed toys were a lame representation of their roots and intentions. :

the national art gallery was fun.
yesterday's records were returned due to them being terribly warped and useless.
happy birthday lulu!!!

sound: jazz madness courtesy of rik peeters