*at a million miles an hour*

so this is it. i will be leaving the house in ten hours.
destination: saudi arabia.

the walk in the park in the morning was pretty.
music in ears: christie front drive
note to self: cfd = good for walking, bad for driving.
(if you are the driver, i.e.)

write me if you want to. for whatever reason.

take care all.

xox

: meeting up with blur. and their latest single is called 'dance, dance, dance'. perhaps they are heavily influenced by haruki murakami. or perhaps not. the same people keep re-curring every now and then. and paranoia is getting the better of me. :

two more days. two more days i tell you.
and i am so out of here.

sound : watercolour 'american worries'
(they sound like rem! and i love it!)
thanks to mr malcolm for the hush hush 'music for headphones' mixtape!

: of twins and 1960's revolutions. had to give a speech at a demonstration while the 'pigs' were at it. and a series of madhouse incidents coupled by murders. and documentaries and teachers from many moons ago. i was forced to read a few books and memorize them but i was not bothered and ripped each page out one by one. :

i hate people.

sound : damn dirty apes, city of caterpillar, i,robot...

: was in norwich and buying xxxmas presents. got a tiny singing gnome the size of my thumb. (mind you, i do not have a very big thumb.) then i saw this woman and her kids stealing donuts. that was kinda weird. this was in a different city now, i am not sure where. had to attend a meeting somewhere and before that i went to their 7-11, and had the weirdest sandwich. the conference was kinda odd. they were distributing packets of candy. suddenly i was running and i went into this restaurant and hid behind the white curtains. but they found me. nothing happened. then i'm in a car. travelling through another city. which is almost dark and gothic...water surrounding everywhere. people were jet skiing and there were the best dvd shops ever. it was supposed to a town in malaysia but the taxi driver or the person who drove us was mumbling something. into sportsgirl and i met one of my lecturers. she showed me a photo of her modelling for sportsgirl. i didn't know what to say...:

the previous night (from 3am-5am):
: grandmother was talking about marriage. i was screaming my head off. there were two kittens flying from window to window. and moments later they transformed into children. it was kinda scary. :

just one more day to go and my mind will be out of this institution.
hell yeah.

sound: evergreen discography cd-r

: went to rome. that looked like 19th century paris from the hotel balcony. and 20th century italy when you were in town. very odd. very strange. insisted i bought souvenirs of the city. they only had porcelain flowers and creatures. then i stumbled onto the weirdest carviar and crisps. and that was what i bought. hotel room scene and i managed to unplug the phone line and hook it up to this super slim monitor and keyboard and access the w-w-w. more things happened along the way...but i do not remember and i am not bothered. :

sound : harriet the spy 'unfuckwithable' cd

*he* has dreams (09.10).

"...i had a strange dream. you were living in norwich but for some reason i was never able to meet up with you because you were always busy or just didn't want to, then eventually you agreed to let me come and visit some time. when i got to where you lived (i think it was like a single floor or single room in a flat or something) there were other people there that you were talking to and i was just hanging around waiting and was feeling miserable and eventually after a couple of hours i was gonna leave but then all the other people went. so we went for a walk around norwich in the dusk to talk, going arm in arm. you were taller for some reason! it was odd. you were wearing this long overcoat and seemed really weary and worn down with all those people who came round the house relying on you for things. strange dream..."

telepathy at its finest.
mix tape - literary action at its peak.

sound:
christie front drive - 'stereo' cd + split 10" with boy's life + 'bag' (no idea 2xlp comp.)

"...and i will never forget..."

: of old school sailors and faraway distant lands and journeys. :
*it has a meaning.

:: in search of some class in a dimly lit mall. and the only ones available were computer accounting, languages, mythology, astrology and how to judge your diamonds. lots of wonderful cafes on the ground floor and i was more than overwhelmed. met a south african kid i used to know from a year ago in the grocery store and he was checking out baked beans. ::
* i strongly believe this has no meaning.

***

the funeral this morning was a beautiful one.
i hope you are resting well, grandmother dearest.
"...from YOU i come, to YOU i return..."

***

sound : arroyo secco 'last'

: postcard rock action. and funeral parties. and an uncle went to germany and produced monochrome photographs. :

death is just around the corner.
any time now. any time.

sound : the one am radio - 'the hum of the electric air!' cd

: something about being in the library with spooky people. and my cat changing her name to something weird. and my car plate to XNADIAX. and oh gosh...i don't know. the rest seemed to vanish at 4am...while i was struggling to wrestle with the clock. tick tock! :

sound: party of athletic dead corpses mp3s

: there was a party somewhere. and luke wilson was there. and then he sort of morphed into devil boy. and me and him and another kid went to hang out on the roof talking about nothing at all. just staring at the alley below us. then birthday boy showed up. and he thought we were smoking joints but we weren't really. went to play netball and went to see some christmas carolling and the chapel transferred into a cricket ground. so we left. back to the party and devil boy was about to kill himself. but somehow, someone else managed to convince him not to do it. :

sound : pinback, mary timony, city of caterpillar

: this kid wants to do the same project as me. go the fuck away you big fat fuckin gnome. and some other kid went on mirc just to bug the hell out of me. but there was this cool channel called #clikatat that had lots of weirdos on it. :

man, people suck.

so many mixtapes. not sure which one to choose.
ok. you with arroyo seco. get in line!

xox

: tour of the futuristic city. breaking in before working hours. distributing crack and waiting for the alarm to go off. talking to a painter from new york and urging him to display his work in tokyo. :

sound: city of caterpillar lp. (damn yeah.)

: helped someone to cross the road. she had a wooden leg and had to use a walking stick. went to missing link only to see that it was a hairdressing salon (not a record store) and a real flashy one too. white, grey and silver. and there was a concert hall at the back. and some "famous" "alternative" band (ala matchbox 20) was playing that day. but i was non too bothered and went away. and just before i left, a huge guy asked one the staff what was the best autumn cartoon. i thought to myself, possibly the aristocats. but no, it was 'michael jackson-bruce cream'. then i was in a college/hospital obtaining notes from the locker. and when i went upstairs to discuss next year's subjects (which were egypt studies, the cave, the rock.), i was told to go for psychiatric help. the room was a messy one. and all the doctors inside were smoking. i went in. they measured my height and injected my left arm by pinching my skin several times. they said i was free to do anything. and i spoke to an owl and a few action figures. as i was about to leave, a girl grabbed me and sort of crucified me (but there was no wood). she stapled in nails on my foot, hands and on my belly. then we exchanged email addresses. :

sound : dressy bessy.

: we walked along the streets looking for coffee but none of those cafes looked appealing. we walked and walked like how we used to. talking about nothing at all. you took a polaroid photo of me while i was shopping for clothes. and then it rained. well, a slight drizzle really. and you suggested a movie. a thai one. called material hirl. (it could be material girl but the poster was so clear.) and joan chen was in it. so we walked to the theater and an old lady overheard our conversation and said she saw the movie. and that it was hilarious. awesome. :

past dreams have been about mental experiments and such.
nothing you would like to know about.

sounds these days:
dressy bessy, mary timony, the shins, damn dirty apes.