i believe someone was strangled in the bathroom. in room 210's bathroom. awoken every couple of hours due to the "screaming" and the lady kept on staring. staring staring through the curtains at the traffic. non stop traffic. even 2am. even 4am.

so the dreams were short and abrupt and they faded into the walls that heard everything.

sound : alex hannan's mixtape

damansara specialist hospital room 210.
-there was a lady sitting on of the chairs looking out of the window. i can't figure out if she has long hair or not, but she was checking out the traffic and i didn't mean to move her position, but i needed the space to do something. and it was easier for nurses to come in and change the drips and whatnots.

: old school movie theatres with thought provoking futurisitc concepts. different seats were for different films. like if you sat in the one labelled 'E.T.' then the screen would be showing some beady-eyed brown alien pointing to the sky. pretty neat i thought. i had to choose a chinese film from the 1930s which was quite depressing. then i had to go through a forest filled with fairy tale/cartoon characters and maybe it was strawberry shortcake who insisted i purchase the hello kitty refrigerator. and while i was rearranging my cds, i was awoken by some loud beep on the monitor. grrr! :

oh and somebody died at 830am.

sound : my left brain screaming against the right

: some kid from the fraccy forum came over to malaysia and sent me a text message in malay saying he bought nine baby crocodiles for 7$. (i swear this has got to do with charlie sammut calling me a crocodile earlier. *shakes fist* grrrr.) next, i was in a rush to go to uni. but was somehow stuck at the hospital and ended up hanging out at the cafeteria and eating sandwiches with staples in it. the cable tv there was odd and a blind man almost insisted i purchase the newspapers with headlines of the lady lady di's death. once i got to the institution, a lecturer said i should join some contest called "the khayembii communique awards." urgh. :

back to bed but it is not possible.

sound: the air conditioner whirring away and thus giving me the sniffles

: i remember a bunch of kindergarten kids balancing on rooftops and swinging on the windows. i stood on a bridge and talked to a midget. i remember holding 4 white kittens with black beady eyes like i was holding a bouquet of flowers and giving them a wash. i remember washing a dog too. i remember attending a weird school. i remember moving out and into a nice apartment with pink carpets. (tho' in reality i would never wanna have pink carpets!) i remember going to a show and 4 bands played. but i can't remember their names. :

*yesterday evening we went to the prime minister's house.
it was like darth vader meets emerald city. spooky spooky weird shit.
*then we went to a crazy mall that had too many shops with funky things. and with a river in the middle of it. but it was too late to check out the water taxis. dinner at johnny's restaurant was so ra ra ra ra rad!

sound: the last forty seconds/sundowner 7"

: witnessed the process of chaining half a dozen reindeers to a carriage. rather occult-ish. and the people involved looked like members of the kkk. helped a kid to solve an obscure mathematic equation. something about using the proving theory but she said it could be done in just 2 steps and i sulked and walked away. elvis impersonator wore my favourite flannel shirt and went clubbing and i was none too excited. and all this happened while i lived in a hut up a hill during winter. :

purchase of the day: spiderman head watch with adjustable strap. raaar.

sound: staccato reads 7"...chick chicky boom(x3)...

: 1.stuck with three mental patients who sat in a circle and had tubes linked to each other and they shared the same oxygen tank. they were one adolescent, an old man, old lady. the teenage kid was c-hamilton and his brother was d-hamilton. and d-hamilton said that c-hamilton had a thing for raw onion strips and if he didn't have them he would die.

2.underwater concert. and as some tarzan impostor swung from one end of the damp to the other, i had to make sure the cats were alright. the cats were alive, yes. and they were sleeping in a straw basket on top of one another.

3. running away, box of chocolates in hand. :

modern acupuncture rules.

sound: ninetynine and dressy bessy

: monochrome chaos and anger and frustration. :
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: their stuffed toys were a lame representation of their roots and intentions. :

the national art gallery was fun.
yesterday's records were returned due to them being terribly warped and useless.
happy birthday lulu!!!

sound: jazz madness courtesy of rik peeters

: aliens. supermarket bizarre-ness. taxi ride. crossing causeways. nice people at the bank. weird people at the wedding. 20$ vouchers. screaming my head off and waking up and looking at the clock and it was 315am. blah. :

too many books to read.
contemporary fiction class might just drive me to suicide.

sound : contemplating between the bright calm blue lp
and the khayembii communique/the vida blue 10".

: disneyland. bad rides. mafia kids. knives. singing babies. hair salons. 21.90$ hairbands. black and white photography. slippery pavements. and many many more. :

sound : sodastream 'hill for the company' cd

: involved in an underground car park police car chase video. we were chasing not being chased at. and met up with delifrance affiliated people. (must be to do with the kid's talk of croissants and ice cream...) :

he had dreams :
: i briefly kissed some girl who wasn't you (just a peck on the cheek) and i felt really guilty in my dream and then i woke up! weird. also i was a stand up comedian at the beach for about 30 minutes and everyone thought i was great. : heh heh.

* people in general suck.
cats rule. *

sound : i hate myself 12" ep

: academic paranoia. and all the lights were flickering. and everything was gloomy. and maths lab was the weirdest. monkey boy had a haircut and record dreams took over. less superhero figurines on the shelves and only big hair rock band cassette tapes were on sale. :

: fire fire fire. :

back to classes tomorrow.
am i so looking forward to it.

sound : september 10" (tree records)

: nighttime bus rides. dropping off at the australian women's centre in victoria. getting lost in a dead mall. encounter with the aborigines. moved in with mother's mother. kids from college. korean karaoke. some weird boy who showed me an interior decor magazine called "geNDers". and bought cheese for mother. :

this afternoon:
: i bought 2 packets of pasta and grey ribbons from robinson's (in singapore) and a grey powerpuff girls' wallet. and saw a documentary of nba players doing exercises with their basketballs. gosh. :

today = mix tape action. raaar.

sound : dressy bessy over and over and over again

: something about institutions. mental institutions. (i guess this is the effect of moody's 'garden state' and jack nicholson's 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'.) had to write an essay on why i was patient there and my relationships with the other patients and the staff.:

and on the previous night:
: i stole a car and drove around, killing whoever was in the way. then waited for winterbrief to turn up amnd they played in a small hut in the middle of a highway in the middle of nowhere. smoked my very first joint and i could feel every rythm and drumbeat and it was so amazing. but the pot was wrapped in snow peas. likesay what what? :

arrived home last night at 22:30hrs. so very exhausted. overall the trip was alright. singapore was not as crowded as last time. people didn't look so strange. and also i was distracted by some other things. so that was good good.

and for dearest erika, my new shoelaces are black with white stars all over.*grins* and they go on my lo black allstars. i sent postcards to andrew malcolm, martin robinson and gareth rees. sorry to the rest but if you want one, let me know and i'll do so right away.

playlist for the trip home in chronological order.
tape 1: femme fatale lp, computer cougar lp, the party of helicopters ep
tape 2: mates of state 'our constant concern lp', 2 songs by american analog set, 2 songs by sodastream
tape 3: plunger lp and various screamo bands
tape 4: dressy bessy lp

today i might just purchase another book. gosh am i excited. see ya!

on the night of the fourteenth:
: befriended a girl at orange julius and after much persuasion, she finally gave her name. "demon". mother suddenly came to save the day and i wandered aimlessly in a school that had a mall that had multi-purpose restaurants."

on the night of the fifteenth:
: dad was wearing weird reading glasses. one lens was normal, the other of very fine jade. encounter with a cousin and i japed around with her car keys. also, a bunch of cats were running around and i played with a water hose and sabotaged someone. i don't know who. :

best purchase of yesterday : emo shoe laces

i have been listening to i,robot constantly. what about you?

: was stuck in a meeting with adolescents arguing about various anti-depressants. none too amusing really. :

so here i am in singapore. arrived at about 1400hrs and mode of transportation was via train and i listened to i, robot, indian summer, femme fatale, computer cougar, the party of helicopters, bats and mice and million dead in chronological order. went to a bazaar at clarke quay and was somehow coerced into purchasing a jack skellington toy bank. *rubs hands in glee.* now i am at some boring c.c. infested with counter strike nincompoops.

a film tonight? perhaps.

xox

: kept running around in circles and not achieving anything. finally, the supermarket phase has worn off and i hope it stays that way. went shopping with the smashing pumpkins. james iha and darcy were both sporting the afro do ala at the drive in. and they weren't very pretty at all but anyway. then i went to see silverchair in concert. and went to work in an advertising company. :

yeah yeah going to singapore tomorrow.
back on windsday.

sound : the calculators cd

: something about driving. something about being offered a new sim card for my mobile phone. something about oranges. about looking at sinead o' connor from afar, riding her bicycle on a highway and seeing her crash and tumble down a hill and die. something about nothing. really. :

sound: compilation cd courtesy of the wire magazine courtesy of yin.

:experiencing lawn tennis tournaments. if the players were not able to smash forward with their rackets, they could use their hands. and the balls were rather much like ping pong balls. the finals got to be a bit tense but in the end it was alright. i then went grocery shopping in a japanese supermarket after hours. (now what is this new flavour? first elevators, now supermarkets.) they ran out of chewy candy and i was not in the mood for seaweed. something about a murder but that one's rather sketchy so i'll leave that out. got a postcard from luke yablonsky. which had a really cool abstract picture. contemplated on erasing his message and writing a new one and returning the postcard to him but decided not to. finally i undid a knot. and then i woke up.:

i need a break. maybe i'll go to singapore.

are there any singaporean kids reading this?
you need to inform me of places where they sell pirated lomo cameras.
and camping supplies.

sound: lulu biting a lizard

: hung out with amputees and royalties. people who had ugly cats and such. not very nice at all. :

sound : sleater-kinney 'the hot rock' 12"

: it was so cold. me and mother checked in a hotel. and everytime we went out i asked the kid at the front desk for a tiny spoon. a friend from uni was on her way to singapore and it was new year's eve. and it was raining super heavily. downtown. underground. supermarket. where i spoke to the ladies at the security booth and convinced them to let me in to do my grocery shopping. finally, an experience with some mad scientists. and i traded a new throat for someone's head. :

a trip to the zoo would be good.
but not at this end of the world.

xox

: had to go to an alldayer in a fruit and veggie farm in the middle of the city. kinda like the one in perth. i am unfamiliar with all of the bands. and later, i was meant to pass a casette tape of japanese pop to a high school friend. i called her asking for directions and i ran out of coins and someone gave me elastic bands instead. and somehow it worked. while on the phone, a girl came in and gave me some change and said it was the balance for my library fine which was 36$. walked along and lost my way. ended up in a labyrinth of a mall and finally a lady told me to take a taxi. from upstairs the cab was blue but when i got down, it turned into white and the driver was a drunkard and the co-pilot was a madman. shift. makeoutmedia had a new flashy layout with bumblebees and i made up food again. something to do with chocolates. no, no. not chocolate shoes but similar. oh well. :

sound: no wave madness

: some fourth of july thing. it was based in australia. invited to a party somewhere. in a town hall perhaps. and couples were seated everywhere. waiting for something on tv. i finally found an empty sofa. i think i was with older sister. i can't remember. but anyway, just adjacent to us was oliver kahn with his girlfriend. snapshots of people dancing and making out. later these shots were published in a magazine and made into a short film. grandad gave me a bicycle with no breaks. rode to a mechanic who gave me shit about riding with no helmet on and said the jpj would come after if i didn't get off quick. (holy guacamole. i am paranoid of bikes!) some other spooky stuff. but the mind is cloud.dead. :

independent german films rule me.

sound: acabah rot from the tidal/acabah rot split 12"

: the cracking of a neck and websites causing me paranoia. being part of a strange education system and being around people i do not quite fancy and all the trees were dead and gone. :

insomnia does not rule when you least benefit from it.
i have a nasty cough. help.

also, the kind people at deleted art sent me a couple of records yesterday. and those have been rocking like no other.

dadadadadadaforever.

xox

: playing hockey. one against one. and everytime you wanted to start a game, you crack an egg and a duck will form from the yolk and you had to guide it to the net in order to score. freakin' weird. also of strange architecture and cats and of clothes made from gloves. :

bastard of a lomo camera broke last nite.
*shakes fist at the sky*

sound: gogogoairheart 'the things we need' cd

: signed up for army camp. the only friend i had was a one eyed black and white male cat. as loyal as man's so called best friend and it watched me from afar as i went to my confined room. 8pm and it was pitch black. climb up the wooden steps. climb up they say. land-wines and barbedwires and it was thundering people. imagine : people falling from the sky with yellow helmets dead on the ground with their eyes bloodshot red staring up at you. imagine : the rays of sunshine bending in crooked jags. the scene snaps. father appeared on the screen of my mobile phone. and i run around looking for postcards. but all they ever sold were blue wedding cards. :

sound : the raging rain against my window pane. pain.