sunday nite
of karate/judo/sumo fighters. of driving huge army tanks in a warehouse. the army tank was sorta battery operated and my job was to drive it around while others had to shift huge boxes of stationery. their tanks had weird curtains. a girl wanted my mobile phone number. and when she called, it was from a uk based phone. i saw malcolm. and then i saw some kid called darcy. and then i saw my younger sister camping by the railtracks smoking weed. and then i went back to the old house. and there were heaps of packages and letters for me. it was too overwhelming. and then i woke up.

saturday nite
a girl got trapped in a vampire's house. but it was like a longhouse. entirely made of wood. then she was wrapped around in white cloth like a mummy but her head was visible. she spun round and round the house while everybody tried to stab her and cut off her arms and slice her body. she managed to stab the head vampire with a mannequin and then the entire film shifts into another scene where mother was cradling a newborn baby boy.

albums : burn piano island burn + eat lightning shit thunder

last nite
trapped in a very dark tunnel and chased by yellow beasts with super huge fangs. we were supposed to be saved by some forest rangers but they turned out to be vampires instead. same when i was in a diy discotheque and the security guard was about to get it on but i had kung fu skills so that was cool. then later on, i met dave grohl and i was elevated into the sky with wings on my back. i felt like a flying monkey from the wizard of oz.

monday nite
they didn't give me any anasethetics . i was on the operating table, eyes wide open, hands completely cuffed. maybe in a straightjacket. no, they were going to scoop out my throat. i saw the knives. i saw their evil sparkles behind the white masks. blinded by the lasers, i am suddenly awake and walking towards my mother. she was extremely worried and concerned. where was my wheelchair? this corridor is empty. no nurses, no patients. not very enlightening. i looked into the mirror. three stitches. only.

hello from my 13dayold computer.
music has been pinback.

and once i told daniel malin:

:i had a dream about you last nite. and you said you wanted to buy some pirated dvds. and we went to this weird looking supermarket and they had the tallest security guards. then you told me to look after your mobile phone. and instead of the clear screen that displays text messages, there was a pink sheet of paper with braille on it. :

and he said : "a braille phone! you could make millions off that y'know? " i wish so.

and a few nights later:

:i went to a gig. and everyone was dressed in black robes. the moment the lights dimmed and the band went on stage, everybody wore the scream mask. you can't really tell who is who cos everybody looked the same. a murder was supposed to take place or perhaps did take place but that wasn't the point. a boy had to play card dealer with another boy (let's call him 'boy 2')as instructed by an older looking man. they were tarot cards. and every time boy 2 picked up the card, the exact situation pictured on the card happened in the surrounding. for example, there was one of a man playing the accordion and when he looked at the tree in front of him, same man is playing said instrument. quite freaky actually. :

the evening of feb 26 2003 has been strange.

i listened to: the "new" terror class "did you hear we fucked...?" cd.

gryswtr.blogspot.com is a year and one week in roman time. please send pretty emails to gryswtr@yahoo.com. maybe a pretty friendship might evolve. maybe not. all i can guarantee is, there are no guarantees. i have been laptop-less and internet-less (at times) hence the sporadic updates and dreams flutter out of your minds when you want to remember it most. i believe some of you experience that as well. anyhow...

last nite:
: of meetups with an ex boyfriend and going to furniture shops and writing songs on pink paper. made coconut candy. realized there were no eggs (tho in real life, i don't think you need eggs at all) and threw away the entire tray of sugar. odd. :

last nite's last nite:
: going to disneyland in a remote part of malaysia. circling airplanes on the field and dancing bears and talking chickens downstairs. :

and many last nite's ago:
: perfoming ballet to the theme song of psycho by alfred hitchcock. that was kinda spooky.:

and that's about it for now.

sound: acid mother's temple & the melting paraiso u.f.o

: we were in a huge green old-school volvo. with a dude from my primary school, mr i, at the wheel. we're supposedly in melbourne, australia but it was more like a hybrid of paris and perth. we passed by loads of museums and chinese take-outs. me and y decided to get down at one of the museums. and i kissed mr i on the cheek and he proceeded to kiss me full on with tongue. rather odd. i told him to stop because he had a beard. the entrance to the museum was very similar to that of coffee bean and while i waited for y to return from the restrooms, a few guys came out looking like trouble. so i avoided them. then y came out and she was with one guy who was related to those guys relating to trouble and i told her to stay away from him. she seemed so hypnotized claiming she was absolutely in love with him which then led to us screaming at each other at the top of our lungs. managed to convince her and pull him away.

next. me and y are warded and our bed was like a green trampoline and suspended in the air by black poles. she kept eating vochelle chocolate bars and i was wondering when the hell we were gonna be discharged when suddenly our feet were on the ground and we were on our way home. :

soon soon i will acquire my new laptop. i must persevere.

sound: sodastream has been spinning a lot lately.

: radiohead dressed in purple robes and glittery crowns...medieval stylee...very very majestic. they announce the originals radiohead contest and the winner goes to an arab couple from the states. and their drum n bass single is called 'pepper peck'. it sounded like aphex twin.

scene shifts to me and little sister purchasing stationery from borders. i take an awfully long time deciding on notebooks and journals. finally settled for 2 exercise books with the words 'i am a maths GIANT' on it. sister opted for a marvel superheroes diary that was much akin like my 2001 andy warhol diary but just a tad bit bigger. realized i didn't have enough money but at least i had my amex card which wasn't that bad. :

music : i have been listening to moss icon.

last night
: lots of travelling in foreign places. staying in old school churches turned hospitals. trying to sneak out and at the same time get as many a&w rootbeers from the vending machines. hare krishna cults and what have you nots. :

previous night
: was forced to partake in a band competition where i had to assume the role of lead guitarist and vocalist. was judged by none other than mr meatloaf who blatantly compared us to avril lavigne and co. up yours, mate. :

music: kriss kross will make ya...jump! uh huh uh huh.