2149 phuket time i am on holiday with my husband and i demand for better dreams than irritating people who feel it is necessary to judge me all the time. apart from that, lemon lime sugar pancake crepes from street vendors are the best. please stop listening to katy perry and simple plan. ta.

your royal sinus strikes again.

i've been lazy to document. no other excuse.

a couple of dreams i can remember :
:  (i) being at nirvana's soundcheck for some festival. (ii) watching my husband involved in a battle-royal-esque sport - where you had to run around a basement parking lot with a flashlight. and if someone else found you, you had to be murdered. :

as of late i've been dreaming about snakes.
: (i) it was my turn to clean the basement of the house. (we sort of lived in an old stone house) and there were these snakes of all colours / patterns / sizes and they were just hanging out but i managed to get rid of them. (ii) there was a heap of them and they made a hole in the wall of the house and almost slid their way in but i dug out the earth and buried them alive whilst hitting them between their eyes. :  there is a particular yellow snake with black stripes that appeared in both dreams. whoever you are, you need to go far far away and yonder. it's not very cool to have dreams about snakes. not very cool at all.

i have the most amazing pet turtle ever. he behaves like a cat.
ost for 'dark shadows' is pretty rad too.

: it had turned into a military state. there was a new law stating if you wished to continue your usage of social networks, you had to sit for an exam. my fiance and i were posted to my high school and we got distracted by some bazaars and flea markets. :

once again, we embark ourselves on self made roller coasters and blindfolded joyrides.
but our grip has never been tighter. never been stronger.
it's possibly the deepest end i've ever jumped into.
but of course, deeper ends and darker tunnels await.
only the beginning.

adrenalin filled anticipation.

you have to read habibi.
and still listen to assfactor 4's s/t lp.

: (i) beavis ran around the house looking all fluffy and for a moment i forgot he was not alive any more. (ii) a friend called him to return to his old house to settle some stuff. waiting for a person, not doing anything, is a highly boring task and apparently after some time, i left the scene. (iii) had to walk around a labyrinth of a school, looking for lockers and i could only acquire the key from the sound room on the top floor of the building. lockers were situated in the basement and once i opened a locker, the rest automatically opened too. (iv) had a taste of some really fine cupcakes. peanut butter they were. so amazing. :

every sunday should be this way.
total gry weather - cool winds and slight showers.

listen to doomsday student.
a new favourite featuring an old favourite.

the past week in no order.

: was having coffee on my own downstairs when an old chinese lady about 60 decided to join me (with no invitation) and proceeded to engage me in a conversation about manicure. she lived at block 2 and after a couple walked past to say hi, she left.  :

: was looking at instagram prints when i was suddenly transported to either san francisco / san diego. was standing by the beach looking at the waves and many killer whales came up to the surface. :

: was typing an email and every incident i narrated was re-enacted. that doesn't make much sense does it? anyways, after which i was transported to comicon. a proper one. not like the supposed ones we have locally.:

: received a pair of pink doc martens maryjanes. have no clue who gave them but they were really sweet looking. then i rode a purple fixie and it flew like the E.T bike and i went over the buckingham palace but landed in ny, ny. and stopped at a hot dog fast food joint with my family. later on back home, my bathroom had been converted into some dj booth. there were new turntables on the bathroom sink and they were hooked up to a whole load of other strange gadgets when i realized i would have a huge problem if i were to take a shower. :

reflections and resolutions need not have a schedule.
just like grief and repentance.

eternally grateful for having the most amazing support system.
thank you, thank you and thank *you.

listen to shimmering stars.

this week

: little sister gave me a new pair of trainers. a collaboration between adidas and asics. but it was fit like a new balance. it was neon green. a highly unlikely colour for me to own. especially with trainers but damn was it sweet. :

: had to sit for an arcade game exam. i was worried i hadn't practised enough and didn't remember all the combo moves. the venue was  in a small white house in the middle of a park and the steps to go there were winding and twisting with too much rubble. :

there is madness in the air.
madness i thought that was leashed and shackled and forgotten forever.
nothing is forever.
and nothing is really forgotten either.

show me the map.
show me the pitchfork in the road.

: (i) had to cross the causeway for a science project. topic was on 'birds and feathers' but all we ever did was stand in the middle of a park and argued if the pack of cigarettes on me were local or imported. and i was supposed to discard them when we went back. i hid them in a cosmetic bag and before customs could open it, i woke up.

(ii) there was this rainbow fish i saw in a drain. it had a red head and and a black body and black legs and there it went walking, walking with not a care in the world.

(iii) SAA came to visit some nights ago. he told me to change my shirt. wear something more colourful and cheery he said. and i did.:

so july came and went.
and august will be making its exit before i know it.
it hasn't been too bad at all. again, life hangs you upside down.
and releases you just as you were getting comfortable. you could soar.
or you could just sink.

and whilst all is up in the air and never fixed, i could never be more certain.

today's playlist consists of bands with gang vocals. good gang vocals.