(i)school and hostel at kcpps. subjects were physics, chemistry, maths and bahasa. i was having problems with math i think but i wasn't too sure. my room was at 3g and cayang cat was supposed to bunk with me but i wasn't sure. there were kids from zimbabwe who had trouble with directions and mr no-neck asked me to ask mrs yew about something. who the fuck is mrs yew? some old teacher with a yellow frock with brown curly hair and gold rimmed glasses. never seen her before in my entire life.

(ii)had to go to an atm to top up my phone credit but problems occurred and many people tried to help including cayang cat but it didn't work. and suddenly an alarm rang and a lady behind me said i had to use the joystick which miraculously appeared to my left. i told her to mind her own business but she made the alarm stop.

such silliness.

listen to the specials.
*bobs head up and down*

in all honesty, dreaming about records isn't as bad as dreaming about food. it's ok if you can't afford it. but when you can, it damn right sucks that it's not easily accessible. damn you donuts. i swear i hate you.

listen to lil mama + avril lavigne...remix!

hello from across the sea!

: (i) father made me buy 8 copies of the same dictionary and bring it around for no apparent reason. (ii) made to socialise with others who wanted to socialise with others. what a fucking nitemare. :

current nitemare : i'm supposed to be downstairs mingling but of course it's not gonna happen. like i always say "not my friends, not my problem."

my happiness is more important than theirs.

listen to head wound city.

Dear Santa,

Please send me an unemployed identical twin a.s.a.p.
I promise not to rob banks and snatch old ladies' handbags anymore.

Ta.

Lots of Love,
gryswtr. xoxox.

invaded by fear and paranoia as of late.

: (i) him running after a japanese girl. (how cheap is that?) (ii) she was out and i was not aware but apparently it was in the news and she wanted to hang out with him. him only. to talk and listen to music. and she was knocked up during the absence and i was supposed to understand. :

the more you tell yourself not to care.
the more it bothers the fuck out of you.

you think paranoia will fade as you get older.
you gotta think again.

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some afternoon dreams today included unknown visitors at my new place and i was informed about a resident ghost. it was freaky and funny and dumb at the same time.

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dreams are meant to be shattered.
you plan, build and construct for x number of years.
you destruct in x number of seconds.

stating the obvious obviously.
but we're clothed in denial.
no matter how much we try to deny it.

listen to the smiths.

as of late:
: airplane crashes. switch of sexual partners. death and visiting the houses of the dead. there had to be some dreams of lessons too. somewhere in between. :

i'm fucking tired of waiting.
someone should slit my throat for giving a damn.

now why is it i'm not aware of world asthma day.
hrm...
many puns i can make of it but i shall not.
instead, i'll just make a lil reminder on here so maybe i'll be able to remember about it in future. the first tuesday of may. why?
beats me.

now.
if you have a choice,
between an asthma attack and drowning?
which would you prefer?
it's not an easy choice.
and i said "if".

listen to the devils in my ears whispering of the beautiful barren land from the underside. come come, my darling. forget and erase.
chopping off my locks seems like a great idea too.