all new residence. *waves hello*

nite one : discovered the evil doings and terrible motives of a good friend from perth, australia. it was rather strange and shocking but it involved cinemas. acquired a new pair of vans and showed it off at straits.

nite two : of new furniture and hanging out with sisters and brothers in law. very fun.

it's raining like no other.
and i'd like to buy more time if i could.
listen to _____________________ .

1 + 1 = ...

two solitary units joined together does not necessarily mean they will be together to form one unit.
no.

most times one unit is merely taking on full responsibility of the other.
shouldering the burden.

it only forms a bigger unit only because it is heavier now.

weight versus mass versus whole.

...
and so, after much thought and consideration,
let the credits roll slowly...
while there are editions made to my will.


xox

: (i) was in the midst of a whirlpool of a flood but managed to get myself across to land. to safety. to a wooden shack of some sort. (ii) had a stuffed blue cat that came to life and it kept walking around my legs and doing what cats usually do. :

many nites ago,

: jp came back again. this time prancing in the middle of a living room and holding the latest compilation lp from his label : "we're all akin when it comes to the beg." :

oh how very true.

listen to madonna.

: i observed a person go through 'solitary'. it was an absolute mindfuck. it happened in a place called 'hebrew II'. :

listen to the organ.

nostalgia is like a best friend who you are no longer best friends with anymore. and you can't escape from her cos she's there in your face when you least expect it. and she taunts you with those greener pastures that don't exist anymore. what was your playground once is merely debris now. fading into...fading intos...

thanks but no thanks.

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oh sandman,
no more dreams of work please.
ta.

listen to edith frost.

last nite:
: there was a one inch button workshop. everyone pinned their buttons everywhere. on their shirts, pants, bags. what everyone had to do was to get to know as many people as possible in the fastest amount of time and know what buttons everyone had. not only that, they had to know the band name and history. :

last last nite:
: went shopping at a mango-esque boutique. the 'in' thing was white shirts with green vertical stripes. i wanted one for myself but there wasn't anything i could afford. the boutique was two levels and i proceeded downstairs to have a look at accessories and they had stationery too. dad came along and showed me these nice looking notepads with nice pictures of bands i liked. pictures of bunnies and bears and pandas. but in reality, these bands do not exist. :

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my birthday is coming soon.
not that it matters but this is what happens every year:

i get excited for about a month prior and when the actual day comes, it doesn't really feel like it's my birthday and when it passes, i think about all the stuff i should've done and wanted to do in the past. and then i don't think about it anymore and 12 months go by and i feel this way again.

it kinda sucks but not really.

xox

: the doors to my new apartment were like cupboard doors. and in the apartment itself, there were too many drawers and appliances. :

: went for a drive with 2 kids from kl. and ended up falling asleep in someone else's house. we met the tenants when we woke up and 1 of them had difficulty choosing his shoes. the vans or the ugly brown ones. :

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i see the counter ticking and yet no one is signing the guestbook.
why is that so?
have you nothing to say? or are you scared?
or are guestbooks too 20th century for you?

suckass.