i say i say i say,

ME SINGULAR. YOU PLURAL.
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS.
i my ME mine...

this is not a grammar lesson.
this is a declaration.
a self-explanatory one.

no explanations needed. no in-depth analysis.
no autopsy required.
and batteries will and shall and can never be included.

excuse me.

xox

last nite :
: i passed my highway code. the results were printed on a board at the entrance of the driving school. apparently i did well and got an A. the score was 116 over 186. and after calculation, that's only 62% which isn't an A. after that, the other participants and myself went to sit on a huge rock on a cliff to contemplate.

well there was more to that dream like kissing and incest, but i'm not going to talk about it. some stuff are just not meant to be recorded, ya know? they probably are locked in my brain but i do not need further reminding. and neither do your prying eyes.

some stuff a while back:

:brought dgn's family to the woods. went swimming in the stream with her dad. followed by riding horses in a meadow with yellow flowers. no, not sunflowers. :

:impromptu visits from two close friends. it was confusing and who should i attend to first, attend to more? too many decisions to be made. :

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dreams from friends:
01. from ylp (06012009)
i dreamt of you last night, i don't know why. and in the dream i had to take you home to hartamas at night and i didn't know how to go back to my own home after that.

02. from dgn (19122008)
last night i dreamt that s.a and you and me were having ben & jerry's and we were very quiet until you said i can't take this anymore and you told me you needed a smoke and i said i'd come along. s.a. followed us and eventually said who needs you when i have the sisters and m.s. you then said go away.

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listen to the pains of being pure at heart.

it sucks to be awakened by a dream.
worse still if it's a dream about work.
it's been a while since i've had such dreams but i don't miss them at all.
give me something more ridiculous instead of how i should conduct oral communication lessons.

in the past:

: one - drinking beer in a wooden hut pub. it looked like lemonade. tasted like lemonade. two - at carrefour looking at calculator watches. i had one before but this time they cost 29$. then there was a different model. when it illuminated, the background was a nice electric blue. the digits for the calculator were displayed behind a flip cover. and if you entered the correct code, you could play crossword puzzles. and if you got the right answer, another secret compartment would be revealed where you could store mechanical pencils. awesome... :

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listen to fat segal.

xox

it has almost reached a mark of a decade.
still, i do not get it.
how is one able to strip their self completely to the world?
without fear, without paranoia.
it is quite amazing.

how is one able to live a dream either?
because to me,
living a dream is by not waking up.


p.s those two paragraphs up there are not meant to be related.
just reminding you, in case you didn't know already.

xox

there has been a huge miscarriage.
a public display of hope and expectation that has been unfulfilled tremendously.
why the need to find such cheap audience?
why the need to let others pry into our lives callously?
always a conversation piece.
always on the prowl.
because tragedy is what they hunger for.
and perhaps you need it. but not i.

go ahead. exhibit your art of writing.

i admit defeat and failure.
time will show you when i surrender.

then we will discuss disappointment.

"aight?"

xox

: part one - murray asked me if i could give him notes on primary 5 english comprehension. i figured he had a new student for tutoring. he went inside his rented room and when my sister and i followed him, one of the tenants told us he was in a bad mood and he shouted, "get out! get out!". a few minutes later he knocked on my door and apologised. he had morphed into karl smith. there was a carnival downstairs. vans and hippies and folk music.

part two - attended a home show. 2 sisters playing some weird electronic piano that was v-shaped and they sat at different ends. one playing rhythm, the other bass. can't remember what their brother was doing. everyone was seated on white wooden chairs and suddenly a huge 2-D monster appeared and this other lady made time freeze. one person from the audience revealed himself as another monster and him and that lady got into battle mode and of course the lady won. and things went back to normal like nothing ever happened.

part three - the arts house in singapore was just like the one in melbourne. went upstairs to check out the roooms and it looked fully occupied. as i was leaving, i bumped into an old college friend. he and his family were running away from home and looking for a place to stay. i suggested a service apartment but they reckon it's too pricy. and then i suggested sam's bed and breakfast. their uncle came along and said he'll make a phonecall to some hotel near tiffany primary school. i honestly doubt that school exists. :

last week, i went to my parents' house for 3 nights and there were very vivid dreams. i stopped sleeping next to a notebook a long time ago and perhaps, i should again.

xox

while 2009 didn't start off too bad, in the dreamworld it has.

there have been dreams of pregnancy.
of people i do not ever want to meet ever again.
of being in strange situations with different members of the family.
--> being forced to fork out a ridiculous amount of money in an even more ridiculous time frame.
having to teach students in weird uniforms.
my cat and i suffered the same illness and we shared medication. (?!)
and more.

i seriously doubt these mean anything.

but let those dreams keep on coming.

listen to the cranberries.