trip 24.12.2003 1100hrs
slowdance by the party of helicopters
--->
so my clone was playing guitar for the party of helicopters and i'm looking at her in disgust. "you don't know shit about guitars!" and there she was, my clone swinging round and round. it was pretty fuckin hilarious too.
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and dreams lately have been pretty much the same. recurring ones of shortening my hair or having a new do and receiving shoes. and the such.

it's all about transition.
i can tell.
i can so tell.

i've been ill.
what else is new?

mrs dee mrs eye
mrs eff af aye
mrs see mrs you
mrs 'ell tea why?

...skips around in joy and anxiety...

trip #...i can't remember now
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01. lulu growing really huge and standing up on her hind legs and talking to me while i was spacing out on my bed. she was also pointing at me and i really cannot remember what she said. it was kinda funny. 02...it is all about vibrations and drones and pointy images. sharp objects. the different shades of red pink and purple.

and most of the time i would feel like i was pulling my teeth out like they were elephant tusks and vampire fangs and my tongue would twirl and twirl and slap inwards and outwards of my mouth. also i would be pulling my hair out, strand by strand but just a bit. and it didn't really have a great impact.

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music lately has been sonic youth - nyc ghosts & amp; flowers 

trip #2 and #3
in no particular order
--->
01. he was a mad doctor holding a syringe in his left hand and acting as if it were a gun and he was about to shoot someone. 02. my brother in law flying a plane and speaking in a very thick australian accent while my older sister was the flight attendant and i was the only passenger on board 03. drowing in the sea in the north pole.

the entire world.
spinning. orbiting. circulating.
re-volving.

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it is all about surface of eceon. xxx.

trip #1. 20:00 hrs onwards...
(from what i remember)
--->
01. only laughter. 02. me spinning around the room. 03. vibrations and drones.. 04. mother was there. i think. 05. din said "we're so gonna sound like lightning bolt." and i said "no, we're not." and i shook my right index finger at him. "no no no" i said.
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excellent isn't it not.

: so me and mom were supposed to go down the escalators at some weird looking mall but it didn't happen cos they were out of order and we changed our mind and went somewhere else. next i was on a bus with grey cushioned seats. and it was kinda like those buses you take at the airport where you're going from one terminal to the next. and all the passengers are just sitting across each other. anyways, lots of babies and little children inside the bus. but they were not annoying so that was cool. :

i've been having a good weekend.
oh yes i have.

listening to some electronic / digital fuckery.

: castles. concrete grey castles. only the towers were visible. and there were many towers. and i laughed. :

that is all i can remember from the 3 hour death period.

i shall now resume and go back to "the uncanny."
as "the berry" might say.

>>>clockwork punk<<<

and immediately, on the spot, right on the dot, after exactly four hours, iris retina pupil rotate.
and orbit.

brain. function.

this is not funny.
the images have been erased.
and wiped away.

i do not like it.

this has to stop.
two more days to go.
and it will be a new diet.
it *has to* be a new diet.
it must.

sounds of the radio dept. 'pulling our weight' cdep and rocky dennis.

a box of prozac = rm200
a packet of xanax = rm50
plethora of miscellaneous pills = rm50
hospital bills + counselling = rm2500

the love from my family & friends  = priceless.

for everything else there's mastercard.
well actually, i use amex.

not a dream, kids.
not a dream at all.

: so i was in the same car as mr pierce and maddox. and for some reason, maddox had orange hair. pierce had blondish/brown hair. and he came around and gave me a big hug and asked if i had forgotten him. and we were on our way to some emo-screamo-schemo festival and we were comparing band tshirts from our backpacks. (oh how awesome.) and luckily for me, i brought my city of caterpillar and party of helicopter shirts. someone brought the same yaphet kotto tee as me. and a still life one. the still life tshirt was really nice. and then somehow i was teleported into pierce's room and there were all these photographs of maddox when maddox had black hair.

next. i was reunited with a friend from high school. (perhaps she is thinking about me as much as i am of her, or perhaps more.) and she still looked the same. and we stood outside my house, in the porch, and it was drizzling. a bit.

there was something about murder as well. not that i was involved in any way at all. i can't remember for the life of me and i woke up like two hours ago. hence. :

: about my portfolio. and some really strange project that required me to collect soap or some weird products and within a certain timeframe come up with an essay. it was kinda pressuring. and i made lots of phonecalls too. and sam was in it. and she looked strange. and so did the maid. :

tommy page + rivers cuomo = heroes of the week

eden garden hotel - johor baru malaysia - room 1403
p.s. for mobile phone addicts, do not ever step foot in this hotel. it will lead to serious hysteria. unless you're into hysteria, then please be my guest.

monday night the 24th
: supermarkets! (again!) too many things in the trolley and banana bread. interestingly it was in a banana and when you peeled the skin, you get bread. now that is what i call awesome. and i skipped writing class. and desmond skipped writing class too. and in another scene i put lots of water in my hair. not like buckets or anything but you know, just caressing my hair with moisture...and..well i'm beginning not to make sense now. :

tuesday night the 25th
: dreamt but chose not to remember. do not ask. :

renaissance hotel - malacca malaysia - room 2102
p.s. excellent view.

wednesday night the 26th
: it was about the fucker. and his wife. and some other dude. and the fucker shook my hand and apologized profusely and i told him to get over it and dad told him to get out of the house. hooray for dad! :

the crib!!!

thursday night the 27th
: getting 500$ from mom. yeah...like as if that would happen. :

i think i dreamt last night.
but i forgot.

music has been weezer b-sides.

: something about national day. something about a weird road trip. something about abandoned shopping malls. (not the first time for this one.) something about new lecturers and one who was narrating his youth and how he used to be a twenty year old psychotic swimmer. something about me cutting my hair...really...really...short.... :

it means a new life.
i'm not sure if it's on another planet or this one.

music = equals = the wind up bird.

so there's this malay proverb that goes:

ikut hati...mati...
ikut rasa...binasa...

which means:
follow your heart...and be dead...
follow your emotions...and be destroyed

choose your own adventure.

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finally have those tracks by standing 8.
finally finally.
like a prisoner given dessert.

last night = nada.
night before last night = : me breaking a lot of things. like.... my watch. and some stuff. :
i don't know. woke up and felt dead low like as if my entire life was broken. but i received the lightning bolt dvd in the mail so that was good.
night before last night's last night = : me looking at babies with no eyes and i saw them running into the street with some rock star that resembled iggy pop. all of them were naked including iggy clone and their bodies were painted a deadly grey...like zombies. :
i don't know what's that supposed to mean either.
maybe nothing.

the exams are so over.

i am listening to weezer's pinkerton.
despite the album's concept that is built around it, i am very very much in love. and you better believe it.

: there was a presentation in class about comic superheroes. we were supposed to spot the difference between two same issues of spiderman (#127). i didn't see any difference. and out of the blue both covers showed spidy wearing plastic watches. the difference was the face of one watch was red and the other black. a bit lame. :

sound = the one am radio

: went to see U2 at matchroom. the CNN crew were there as well. it was kinda weird. :

my throat hurts like a motherfucker.
and this for someone who looks after her diet.
blargh.

dreaming about scoring the politics paper. (as if)
dreaming about snickers ice cream sundaes and hot chocolate with whipped cream and fudge.
i am tired.

this morning has been about:
telefon tel aviv
acid mother's temple and the melting paraiso ufo
mft compilation

* don't ask me about the background of gryswtr.blogspot.com
i did nothing to the layout.

saw the news in my dreams before i picked up the papers this morning. freaky? yes, very.

playlist as of late:

mew - frengers

mogwai - happy songs for happy people
---> or as how abe more appropriately described as happy songs for people who want to die.

surface of eceon - the king beneath the mountain
---> oh my goth. this is the soundtrack to drowning.

yes.

and no i have not been sleeping well despite medication. meh.

for some reason i have troubling editing the latest entry.
the edit button is not there. mysterious.
i re-did the irrational number quiz.
don't ask me why. but if you must know, boredom was a factor.
which means there were other factors why i re-did the quiz.
but i'm not going to tell you.
so what was the result? i got pi.
dammit. pi rules, okay.
oh well. i was never popular in the first place.

What Irrational Number Are You?

You are √2 You are in good company, many other square roots are also irrational numbers. Just by being a square root you have been branded a radical. You are considered very attractive, especially by Europeans (at least on paper.) You fear that a relationship with another √2 may somehow end up complex and ultimately imaginary. In reality, only another √2 will make you whole. Your lucky number is approximately 1.41421356

Shiny Lemur Straif's Blog

if you know me well enough, i kinda like prime numbers more.
but yeah numbers in general are cool, anyhow.

: 1. there was 60's themed party at a neighbour's place. outside their house. on the main road. i didn't dance until they played hey ya by outkast. 2. in a taxi with some unknown people and went through crazy routes and even up a building. very scary. 3. stuck in a mental institution with characters named desmond, scott and jane. very very long corridors and zombified patients. we had to find the exit. (scariest part of all.) 4. from the mental insitution i was transported into a shopping mall in singapore. i insisted i go to orange julius despite the rain and thunderstrorms. :

sound : farside 'the monroe doctrine' cd.

: this could be my final missing link dream. i went to the old store and everything was gone or about to be packed up. and what was left for me was an lp of the convocation of. i was offered to check out a new 4song ep of le tigre but i wasn't really that interested. after that i saw this lady and her baby got hit by a truck. and she was sort of carried away by the sea. then i got into a strange looking green car, which was a texan car and i had to sit next to all these old ladies. and they were making such a racket. after that, i helped little sister with her artwork and walked around the highways. :

music! boo radleys - wake up boo!
sounds unbelievably take that-ish.

thursday's dream is lost. not thursday the suckass band. but a few day's ago's dream. oh well. from what i remember, i went to zouk. in singapore. and there were these kids from a chinese school. in white uniforms. and as i was waiting for the music to start, the curtains drew and it was a chinese opera on stage. yeah.

last night
: living in a rundown house ala fight club. having to witness freaks in the house going through cooking lessons. and then something happened and i stole 40cents candy from the candy shop. and that shop had bethany curve chocolate bars. and it was 2.90$ a bar. and the newest flavour was black pepper. and then i was walking this girl home. and she asked me about my step brother. and what it was like to have step-siblings. and i'm like what the fuck are you talking about? and she said that her mother said or actually she said her mother sent her a text message and said that my father remarried again and i was like that is so not true. then we sat by the corridor cos suddenly she didn't wanna go home and i was thinking about fischerspooner and all the ugly clothes she bought. and how she didn't deserve all that money. :

it's sunday already?

going to listen to mew.

the fingers on my right hand are constantly searching for a surface to tap on. and my right thigh cannot stop jerking up and down. my body shivers in cold sweat. nobody is complaining about the weather. it's just me. it's only me. and i walk up and down. and i sit at the corner of the sofa and stare at the empty screen in front of me. and i walk back to my bed and wrap myself in the blankets. and i close my eyes. but the voices are constanly screaming from one end of my brain to the other. left right and all over. and i tell them to shut up. to go away. but they won't. my lips tremble. my lips are dry and cracking. this is not a dream. this is not a dream.

perhaps it would be good to end it all.
but it's sad knowing i left without achieving anything.
please pass me the box over there.

today : 12pm-3pm i had a dream about radiohead. it was so cool. words cannot express how cool the dream was. it probably was one of the coolest dreams in all of my dream history. whoever who needs to hear it has heard it. yeah. but if you wanna know about it, you can ask and i'll try my best to document it as close as possible.

today : 848-1048am was a nightmare. so glad it's over.

happy ramadhan to those involved.
keep it real, yo.

xox

for three nights in a row, i have been sleeping on the sofa outside my room. i have no idea why i was suddenly drawn to that sofa. it somehow seemed natural. i have not had any dreams until last night.

: strange combination of events. participating in a walk-a-thon. going up huge flights of steps. receiving prizes for something i didn't do. watching silly plays in class. taking too many group photos and me looking silly in all them. chitter chatter via the computer. and looking down from the balcony of a super high rise building. :

finals commence tomorrow.
wish me luck.
thank you.

: could not decide if i wanted to go to blur's concert. they were playing at taman tun park (wtf?!). and i already had tickets. they were only 25$. ringgit might i add. so i'm walking up and down the stairs of my house when this girl calls. i don't know her but apparently i'm good friends with her. and she's this girl from uni. and so she asked if i'm really going or not. and suddenly i'm going to the concert and i had everything with me but the ticket and my camera. next thing i know, i'm at some mall and putting in the laces of two pairs of shoes. both chucks. one white, one black. :

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it's like...should i choose...
the good journey(white shoes) or the evil trip(black shoes)?
but that's like...two extreme binary oppositions.
what is actually white and what is actually black?
who decides which is which?

i need to get out of here.

this room is so quiet it's making my ears deaf.

: called my mom and wanted to talk about her (miss y's) phonebill. then i was hanging out with this 12 yr old who was supposed to study in england but couldn't really make up her mind. then i was introduced to this korean family who adopted a baby girl. and soon enough it was the girl's birthday. and i bought her a scrabble set. and then i was hanging out with the jackson five. and michael was sad that he didn't get to see snow outside his window. and he kept biting on ice cubes. :

: was walking along the streets in the town. late morning. and the bus stop was a far way off. and when i got there, the bus came but i decided not to board it. then it left and then i ran after the bus. next thing i knew, i was sitting in the bus. (i think). and somebody gave us (my big sister and i) money. 50 singapore dollars. and the notes were really strange. then i was in a hotel. and decided to go to some new diner. in the hotel. and it was called pearlene. i didn't eat anything though. and most of the customers were given free food. or something. and finally, i went back home. and started shouting at everybody. and everybody calmed down. :

upon my routine internet travels, i discovered that pearlene is a band.
http://www.dimmak.com/images/aprilsplash/pearlene.jpg
or maybe not.

i don't know. doesn't matter.

sound : there's this whirring thing at the back of my ears like i've been to a rock concert the nite before and stood near the speakers. i didn't go to rock concert last nite. seriously. in all honesty.

slept from nine thirty to six forty five. that's like...bad. very very sinful of me. i shall attempt nothing of the sort unless i have all the time in the world and no responsibilities. but time should not be wasted...well not *too* much. and yes i remember now. : the car makes a left turn. up the hill. we see the school. the playground. the waterfront. park in front of the waterfront. get out of the car. hang out at the playground. the end. : not very interesting, yeah? yeah that's what i thought too.

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listened to the locust remixes cd (why i suddenly listened to this, i do not know. and now it is on repeat mode.), radiohead - kid a cd, dj shadow - enthroducing cd and i thought i might just listen to fatboyslim just for kicks. and what cd was inside it? rainer fuckin' maria - 'past worn searching'. i fucking hate that album! and what's freakier is, i already have a copy of that cd. what the hell? this is just so wrong. argh!

and i dreamt about mirrors again. but not looking into them. but just looking at the frames and they were really ugly frames. and i dreamt that i twisted my left ankle and when i woke up my right ankle was aching very badly. and i also dreamt that i had a sip of beer and i spitted it out because it was awful and i kept rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth over. and over again. ewww...

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you wanna know what? i was combing my hair this morning and i saw my shadow dancing. like, no kidding. in broad daylight.
i was sooo spooked out.

and i received a postcard too. yay!

sounds: the surface of eceon, fischerspooner, bright calm blue 7" (the song 'april'. haven't heard this in forever!)

: was made to go to a huge auditorium where prayers were conducted on stage and it was a multi-religious one. and the seats were really weird and the lights were dim and everybody looked like zombies. :

and on the previous night
: there were trays and trays of food being served to me. and i watched on like an arrogant king without the slightest interest at all. :

music equals blue ontario and 7% solution.

: shoes. again. but better than the last one. this time, i received a pair of brand new pink converse. and with pink laces. they were really nice. :



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on other things, i went to see kreidler on wednesday night.
they were really good. if they're in a town near you, go see them.

watched frida on dvd this morning.
very beautiful film. in all aspects.
if you're into dali, then this should not be missed.

soundtrack of the past few days consists of melody club, the new sick lipstick, hint hint and the prom.

for the past week, my dreams have been cut and paste of mismatched fragments of collage and paper mache. pieces from various jigsaw puzzles. empty film. blank paper. the pen has no ink. and on monday night, it was about shoes. i do not like dreams about shoes. they are no good. except for the one i had about chocolate shoes. yeah, the dream about chocolate shoes was really good.

i am on holidays now.
not that it makes a difference.

my life is like that other dream i had last year about me going to an art school in a prison. go figure.

today i have listened to:
1. clikatat ikatowi 'live august 1995' cd
2. the festival of dead deer 'many faces of mental illness' lp.
and no, neither of these bands mentioned are "screamo".
get your fuckin' genres right.

: [1] weddings again. but no family involved. and it was this indian guy with a chinese girl. and they wanted to get married so badly before they graduated. but just as they were about to exchange vows, it rained super heavily and the wedding didn't happen. [2] in a strange english/irish pub having my dinner that consisted of funny looking vegetables. (funny weird not funny ha-ha) the bartender then started to do some sort of a jig/western dance and it was supposed to be very entertaining but i was bored to pieces. :

currently listening to the shins. (new album out next month! yes!)

: so we were supposed to play in this venue that looked like the one in richmond, australia. can't remember for the life of me what the name's called but it's something like that. between factories. in a warehouse. upstairs. and while we were waiting...the vocalist said she wasn't really in the mood. and i didn't bring my keyboards but wondered if i could borrow one anyway. and suddenly a bunch of girls got up on stage and started doing a little sketch of some sort. so we left. and the next thing i knew, i was in a library and had to return my books to another branch. and all my books were about radiohead. (i think this has something to do with me watching radiohead on mtv last night.) :

old-school readers of the gry would be familiar with my sporadic dreams of missing link. the record store in melbourne, australia.
news i received in my electronic inbox just minutes ago...

"...Missing Link is moving in three week's time to a new location, still in the city on Bourke Street, close to Bunnings, the hardware store. ..."

now this is very upsetting for me since i will no longer be able to go to the old store. ever. again. yes, things change. "..the world's changin', everythin's changin', iggy pop's changin'..." (tell me where this quote is from and i'll give you a prize.) however, i do hope my travel plans for xmas/new year's will be achieved and that should be really really good.

is it sunday already? fuckin' hell.

listening to: fischerspooner.

lab 2. pc ML2-8-4.
i like this pc. i can see everyone but everyone can't see me. unless they stand behind me. and if they do, i can swivel around and hiss at them. like how lulu the cat hisses. "hisssssssss".

and so last nite, there were loads of fucked up dreams. like one where my dad drove to singapore. and he dropped me off somewhere near yishun. and it was a strange block of flats. and i told little sister, "come let's go to dino's place." and when we got there, there were this group of people at the void-deck (is that how you spell it? *shrugs*) playing the gamelan. and it was like..so freaky. and we were about to enter the lift when little sister decided to go into a taxi. and i followed her. and then i said "we're already here. let's get out." but the taxi driver was this old spookified-zombified bald chinese dude. and he locked the doors. and he turned around to look at us. and we were scared shitless. and i text-ed the sayang but the sayang didn't reply. and i panicked. and old spookified-zombified bald chinese dude reversed the car. and we couldn't get out. and out of nowhere, there were two huge bottles of mineral water and i splashed the water at his face. and then i woke up.

yes. maybe that doesn't sound so fucked but you would think so if you were in my position.

i want to change the layout of this blog.
but i kinda like it already so maybe not.
i also want a new pair of headphones,
a new pair of sneakers and
unlimited credit on my credit card.
yes. that would rule a hella lot.

today i have listened to:
the lies, the smiths, bs2000 and the rondelles.

: black and white eroticism. and something mythical about horses in cotton fields. and shifting to a new house with mom and dad. and some dude from the film 'eraserhead'. :

this is trippy.
and i'm not even on anything.
not even caffeine nor candy.

sound of: mew - comforting sounds

sleeping to aereogramme induces dreams about war,
and getting five hundred dollars from dad.

uhm yeah.

outside: music stations on television.

and everyday i wake up.
and question the reason for my existence.
do you do the same thing too?

: standing on a field by a lake with kids from school. kids who i do not recognize. and it was around evening. and i was beyond trigger happy. adjust focus zoom click snap. and i saw the silvery moon rise up between the waters and the sun was shining ever so brightly in the background. it was way too beautiful. this entry does not even justify how beautiful it was. next. me and sisters and father were walking around. we passed by old buildings. an old cinema playing classic malay films. through alleys. we saw an indian wedding. and then maybe a church. but maybe not. and we saw the family. and they looked strange. but they weren't really looking at us. but more so at my younger sister. next. walking with a classmate. she was whining how she got to work at citibank during the holidays and get paid for nothing at all. the lucky bitch. and everywhere we went i saw too many overhead bridges. :

and then the lights went on.

mother said dreams about weddings usually lead to a death in real life. not a pleasant thing to hear during breakfast.

listened to radiohead live at the avalon, boston ma, april 13 1996, on the way to school. "...fade...out...again..."

yesterday, blogger was ill. i think like me, it wasn't feeling too well.

[friday night] in un-chronological order:
: {1} was in desperate need to buy donuts. and they were rather expensive too. i bought a box of small chocolate donuts and they came up to $40.10. or was it $40.90. either one. donut incident was followed by a trip to a gift shop in hopes of searching for something decent but all they sold were magnetic stuffed animals.

{2}got married to a girl. who in real life is already married. (to a boy) and i was so furious that i knocked her head many times.

{3}was in a car. stuck in the middle of a jungle. the driver could’ve taken another route but decided to “fly” over a really huge hole. :

and you know what freud had to say about dreams that incorporate flying, yes? well fuck you freud, i ain’t listenin’ to ya.

song stuck in her head: luven me by nelly.

- - - - - -

[last night] also in un-chronological order:
:{1} had to sit for some exam and the institution was in a strange glass building and after the exam i followed my friends for lunch. it was in the basement. and i took such a long time to decide what to eat and ended up with naan and chicken curry. and the foodcourt was really dark and gloomy and there weren't many people around and even my friends looked...uhm..weird.

{2}train station. with suzy and her boyfriend. they told me to wait before i depart from them. and suzy came back with a gift for me. and it was a brown leather bound photo frame.

{3}constantly surrounded by mirrors. my room had too many mirrors.

{4}sat in snack shop that had a tiny television between the shelves. and i can't remember what was on it. maybe a soccer match. :

it's raining again. hurray!
rockin' out to nirvana's 'incesticide'. uh huh.

i was getting ready to go to a party. and i couldn't make up my mind if i wanted to wear a black belt or a white belt. and in the end, i picked up a pink sash. that party involved magic shows featuring snakes and frogs and some other reptiles.

cut to another scene where i bought tickets for linkin park in a spookified carnival.

cut to another scene where i was in a car and we were going around alleys in search of some hotel. i got out and went to the back of a building and saw a lebanese pizza hut. the food looked great but the people there looked like zombies. :


music this morning is : the man i fell in love with.

: i keep on tripping and running around and everything is caving on me. i am tired. so tired. :

vibrating in her ears: the radio dept (on repeat mode).

last nite i had some of the craziest dreams ever. there were a few singaporean kids involved and while some part of it was okay, there were some unpleasant ones as well. i don't want to remember those. nope. cancel. erase. delete. gone.

music has been : los microwaves, mines, pete krebs & the gossamer wings.

: in a school hall somewhere. history camp or something. someone came up to me and kept asking about colonial hotel. and i said it's still there and they said no and so i went to have a look. it was still there but it was empty. they were gonna tear it down. and it was upsetting because it was one of the first ever hotels in town. (i'm not too sure about the location. it could be singapore. it could be kuala lumpur). the next thing i know i was baking brownies and i brought them to this girl's house. she lived in a shophouse and she was having a hiphop party. she was absolutely wasted when i arrived and her kitchen was one of the most grotesque things i've ever seen. like ever. :

listening to: black eyes

collapsed for seven hours straight. tried to remember.

: writing class happened in abandoned shopping malls. walked from one end to another and jumped on self automated escalators. had to go to a japanese restaurant that was situated by the lake. but we didn't have japanese food. we just sort of sat there and looked at bamboo trees. suddenly we were in a smoky cafe reading our pieces. and there was a huge screen showing a very bad fuzzy version of e.t. yes. e.t. extra terrestial. e.t. phone home, et. :

no music because i am in class right now.
work will officially start at 930am. promise.

: raped by a freakin' green monster. no kidding. scene shifts to me and mother and mother doing something hilarious. : woke up at half two in the morning laughing hysterically. little sister thought i was possessed and was shit scared. maybe i was. metaphorically or something. more dreams to follow but they were not stored in memory.

fatigue is taking over. fatigue and paranoia.

listened to: sandpit, something for kate and the chemical brothers.

: new escalators. new excursions. new sightings. new ice cream parlours. new faces. was given a form to fill in. an audition for a play. based on a novel i have not heard of. the girl with the axe had new shoes too. : why do i even dream about her?

fear and hope is a not good combination. not right now anyway.

music: lullaby for the working class, sodastream.

: had to go to a charity home to work with deaf kids. they seemed alright. :

woke up at half four in the morning though. un-good.

i think the deaf thing is something to do with the film i watched last night. 'happy together' by wong kar wai. you should watch it. it's really good. i like wong kar wai films. they're ace.

last nite:
: strangers in the house. had to go out at midnight to meet someone. and it was raining like a mofo. :

previous nights have been a whirl. fragmented and faded.

internet at home is a bastard. expect sporadic updates until i am able to fix the glitch. for the meantime, you know how to get in touch with me.

sounds as of late: my vitriol, pinback, the barnhouse effect, mates of state european tour cd.

: at the institution. raining too heavily. walking through too many corridors. going down too many flights of stairs. going into the wrong classes. so lost. :

for the friends who are familiar with all of my online journals, be informed that they have all been updated. shocker, eh? throat is ok. mind is uhm...in that state still. sleeping patterns are still "unconventional". anybody wanna be my chauffeur? because i hate my car. i will pay you in terms of food, music consumption and cemetery fieldtrips. come on now, that is such an amazing offer.

revolving from ear to ear :
ashanti - 'what's love' (feat. fat joe) , ja rule feat. ashanti - 'mesmerized', fifty cent - 'in da club', gin blossoms - 'hey jealousy'.

nope. i never said i had excellent taste in music.
stop making up stories.

last night
: stood at the beach with miss s. she was about to swim. but i refused to go in the water. / shopping mall excursions and fooling around on the escalators. :

the night before
: was out of batteries. they were the C ones but it was labelled as AAA. and they were the old school everready ones with the picture of the skinny black cat on it. so anyways i was looking around for them and ended up in an abandonded food court. and there was an old clinic there and my previous politics lecturer was now the nurse. she told me to go to the shop across the street if i wanted batteries. and i went there. and it was like going back to the old house. :

my throat is messed up.
and so is the mind.

does the body rule the mind or the mind rule the body?
i don't know.

she listens to: the cure, depeche mode.

in un-chronological order.

: met this body broken at burger king. suddenly the fast food outlet turned into a house with lots of statues and gods of worship. a group of actors then came in and wanted to use the house as one of the locations in their film and that's when we left. : cut.
: end of the year party. me and sisters and brother in law are off to a rave. an outdoor rave. ended up in the middle of nowhere. there was a drum and bass outfit called 'lebanon' and the front man insisted he take a photo of me and my sisters. i decided to leave and reached home at 10:45pm. a text message from a friend who said he was having the time of his life at an r'n'b club. : cut.
: some strange institution. and was at the top floor. where there was a huge courtyard and a basketball court. the airwaves were playing alanis morrisette. and a few girls were singing and dancing along to it. i walked to a video store and picked up a tape of some band i cannot remember plus a few cds. you could test the cds but the machine looked more lik a turntable for singles. very odd. the store was also selling star wars chess. : cut.

music : mission motherland by helloween. (believe it or not.)

: was in some strange class and i met my super duper good friend from high school. she still looked the same. she looked like as if she was in trouble. everything was in sepia. in a whirl. abandoned buildings. obscure landmarks. :

today is hip hop day. yo.

: so he asked me if there were any jamming studios around. i said no. this place sucked. and then i had to meet my mother somewhere. i think it was a restaurant. yeah. and the meal wasn't that great. and the water tasted weird. scene shifts to a bunch of punks. and there was some weird ass crusty punk show at some old weird ass wooden house. and i met this straightedge zinester. and we were exchanging mailing addresses. after that i met a couple of kids from australia who were talking about military boots. .... :

and then i was awaken by a text message on my mobile at 06:47hrs.

today i am getting a haircut and going to the postoffice.
exciting is it not.

listening to the smiths.

: bus journeys. i had to sit next to a girl who was too messy for her own good. and the girl in front of me was busy trying to connect a printer to her laptop but she was too dumb and didn't know how. and of course i had to be the idiot to help her. before the bus journey, i was walking down the street and decided to open a can of beer. (i don't drink beer by the way.) and when i threw away the can, i saw that i had been drinking lemon tea. (huh? go figure.) sometime before or after i was busy searching for new clothes but couldn't find any. trivial events along the way...but i can't really remember and i didn't think they were that great either. :

oh yay the weekend is here again.

hint hint is good to dance to. hell yeah.

singapore was interesting to say the least. i couldn't sleep the three nights i was there. i'm not sure if it was the tatami mattress. or i was just too exhausted and upset. or maybe it was just me. and maybe it's all three. so no dreams from singapore that i can recall as bascially i kept waking up almost every hour on the hour. no fun.

as for the exams, i did okay on all. so go me.

the past week dreams have been about trains. train journeys. and such.

and this afternoon i had a weird one about going round to this guy's place. it was made out of bricks. maybe he was in my mind subconciously the whole day or something. i don't know.

apart from all those, i have been an ill bastard. un-go me.

listening to electronica. because it's good during this time of the day.

: went to some place to watch a nirvana special/documentary. then left midway to go to 7-eleven. the vending machine was stuck with coins and whatnots and then suddenly a shitload of money kept pouring out. and i had to take it and place it in a microwave and then vend again for my soy milk. it was a huge carton. then i took the money that was sitting in the microwave and gave it to the dude at the counter. [i even have ethics in my dreams! i'm such the wuss.] then there was this gathering in the middle of a lake. like the kids were sitting on these stools around a table and if they got off the stools, they'd be swimming around... am i making sense? anyways, there were all these girls getting off their stools and when they were in the water, they started removing their bikinis. quite strange and erotic. next scene shifts to me in a garden somewhere and there was this huge tv screen on a building and they were showing a linkin park special. i turn around and chester bennington is next to me, covering his face and saying "oh my god....i can't believe i'm in that band..." hrm. whatever. :

i didn't fail that exam i talked about. hooray. however, i am waiting on 2 more results and it's freakin' killin' me.
going to singapore this thursday. back on sunday.

listening to: ordination of aaron, dear diary i seem to be dead, i would set myself on fire for you.

: failed one of my exams. a 43%. that was an absolute nightmare. then had to go back to high school to sit for a maths paper. double nightmare. :

back aches no more. huzzah.

eight thirty in the morning and i am listening to the apoplexy twist orchestra.
wake up everyone.

: this building called sprayworks. an old school repainted red. supposedly some fancy place for medical students or some sort. :
cut
: mother was ordered to chop up cats butcher style. but i told her not to cut off the paws. the bastard can do it himself. :
cut

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my back aches like no other.

sound: mirah, sterling silver.

pathetic. static. accoustic.

i am in love with your eyes.
damn you.

she listens to: dear diary i seem to be dead, underoath, clikatat ikatowi (live) and cassandra.

: kids in star wars tshirts. (old school star wars. not the prequels.) jumping over lawns. reviewing really bad grind singles. getting into a huge fight. and some other stuff. :

days have been going too fast. too much work, too much music.
but i don't mind.

sounds of botch, cave in, canvas (metal metal metal...yes yes i know) and mirah (woo!) and the new jealous sound kicks a lot of ass.

: polaroid photos. one by one. frame by frame. mostly of matt. and there were was one where we were playing scrabble. (too many words starting with 'w' in that sentence.) :

well for once, i didn't wake up shouting at 3am. hurray.

music has been cassandra, party of helicopters 'please believe it', please inform the captain this is a hijack, dosage/usage and george w bush.

: school dreams. about grades again. i hate dreams like that. it must be something to do with my paranoia. :

now be entertained by daniel's. they are much better than mine :
---
then i had tons of dreams last night. i forget most of them, but in one i saw a bunch of ants rushing out of a hole and they started to cross the street. then bigger bugs and then bigger animals all started to cross. they were going somewhere new to save themselvs. then there were these mini elephants the size of pigs. the first one was crossing when it got squished by a car. then i woke up.

oh then i had two different dreams that i had two different girlfriends. one was like i was in a videogame. it was weird.

then i had a dream i was listening to BBC assignment and they were talking about the jungles of India or China or something. i think they talked about heart of darkness in the dream too. then i found myself paddling a small boat in one of those countries and the boat morphed into a line. we were waiting in line to use the internet, but because of SARS you could only use it for 2 minutes at a time (this dream actually came from me listening to a BBC assignment on the two Koreas in which a german man used internet at various cafes for about 10 minutes at a time and communicated with north koreans..to get them out of the country...and meet up in thailand to escape to south korea.)
---
yeah daniel has whacked dreams like that. heh heh.

sound: the new pinback, scout niblett and kind of like spitting.

: was given a wi-fi card!!! :
now *that* is a good dream.
too bad it was ONLY a dream!!! asdfjkl :/

: went to olivia's house with jordan. (what the hell am i doing with these people?!) she was late in meeting us at the bus stop. strange house. kinda old-school looking like from the 70's. green tiling and a little brother who couldn't talk. i don't know if he was mute but he didn't say anything. went to her room. it was all white and pink curtains and laces and it was so molly ringwald-ish. there was an aquarium too. which was pretty funky cos it was more of an old-school television filled with water and lots of tiny goldfish. so we hung around. her mother kept coming in and out of the room talking about the wonders of honey and the different brands. then i went out to the living room and there were about 3 stripey cats. or kittens more likely. they were running around. and jumped up onto the dinner table. and there was a plate full of cat biscuits. but these biscuits were more like long chocolate sticks. if you've had pocky or rocky, then ya know what i'm talking about. one of the kitties, the marmalade one came up to me and sniffed my face. yeah. :

then i woke up.
that was weird.

sound: friction discography cd

: thunderstorms. and such. and received a letter from martin robinson. :
i wonder how the hell he is. if you guys see him, tell him nadia said hi. thanks.
also, i was told that if one lost a tooth in a dream. it meant they were gonna lose someone close to them. it could either be separation or death.
if it is the latter, let it be mine.

sound: manitoba

last night
: R again. (youmotherfuckinbastard. please stay away from my dreams!!!) he was in the house and he was ill and nobody gave a stuff. which should be the way. :

monday night
: looked into the mirror. one of my left upper teeth fell out. and there was a large big gap. and it was very very frightening. :

sunday night
: at the institution and female lecturer was marking my writing paper. she looked odd. she was in a long skirt too. (you never see her in skirts in real life.) everybody received an 'A' for their paper. everybody except me. who got an E. apparently i got the format wrong. that i can understand. then i pleaded with her to give me a passing mark. but she said no. she said i had terrible grammar and nothing could be done about it. :

what a nightmare. / nightmares.

music has been: bikini kill, le tigre, aclys, acrid and now i am going to listen to pinback.

: at the institution. in the computer labs. part of a class. and the old lady walking up and down the aisle was speaking in a foreign language. moments later, she was joined by elle machperson. (wtf was she doing in my dream?!) she had the longest legs ever and apparently she has transferred to the IT industry. then, i am joined by miss L and we went exploring around the institution and came across a room that had an entrance of a theatre. strange wooden doors and tickets for the play was sold out. we went inside where there was a shop full of ancient trinkets and i saw a tiny ginger cat hiding under a stool. very cute. :

sound : aclys

only about three hours last night. there is this moment where one leg is still in dreamland and the other leg is already in reality. and there's that final splitting moments where you're about to wake up, there's like a lighting and some strange force pushing your body up. i saw those jagged lines. and i wonder why i'm alive.

: R. R came back with his wife. i saw her face. it was very clear. she's not all that pretty. but she seemed nice. and we brought them back to our place. and they expected to be treated like lords. i couldn't give a stuff about them but i was polite. and when they were about to go back, R twisted my hand and his wife passed a really bitchy comment. she said something about friends and relatives and i shouted at her what the difference was. (i felt really smart in the dream) scene shifts into a classroom and R and wife are in there. and she had to leave the class to settle some enrollment thing. then she came back with a slip that mentioned i was under some contract to pass all my exams and if i did so, i would still be friends with this punk kid i know from san francisco. :

yes that was rather messed up.
contemplating slumber but it's too scary.

sound: acrid 'kisses and whistles'

: mad roadtrips. mad people. and looking at records of blondie and the cars with jasonape. :

whatever happened to jasonape?! i must write him.

oh yeah, happy ma-ma's day.

sound: sodastream (hrm...one of those phases again)

: was brought to the student lounge of the institution as they were giving out free ice cream. (this actually happened yesterday but i didn't claim any because it was sponsored by mackers and i don't like mackers ice cream cos they taste like detergent). and there was 'swimming icecream' which looks like any normal ice cream cone wrapped in powerpuff girls foil. i chose some boring vanilla and it tasted quite great. the lounge looked like a wrestling arena. and there were all these mad kids running around. and acting as if they were characters in video games. it was hilarious. and stoopid.
---
was on a plane to ohio. and the airport was pretty decent. went to see mr niejadlik at his apartment. he had a bright shiny red analog phone. like from the 80s. and the area he was in looked like one of the scenes from the reservoir dogs. though i can't actually point out which scene. perhaps it was the infamous carpark scene. anyways, he drove me out to see the mountains. and we were looking at it from below. and the peak was made out of giant cigarette boxes.
---
was in a hotel, and an old lady was wondering why her husband never responded to her 'sexual' gifts. she went up to his room and found him in bed naked with their adopted daughter. hrm... :

sound: mirah

: i was on a train. and it was an odd one. as i was actually sitting in the baggage compartment. and it was quite huge. and there were all sorts of characters. a detective from the 60s. like that dude from get smart. a model ala debbie harry. and a contortionist too! i think keanu reeves was in it as well but i can't remember. so we're travelling. suddenly we stopped in a tunnel. we got out. there were huge tie-dyed banners. and we came out of the tunnel like heroes. seemed like we were on the suicide train. :

what the hell was that all about? i don't know either.
got any dreams? email me.
gryswtr@yahoo.com - thanks yous.

sound : vermont from malcolm's mixtape and slint from deller's mixtape.

: so me and miss y was on our way to london. and before that i went over to her place and whilst she was packing, i thought of going online. had a choice to user her tv but opted for the computer. and on top of the computer, there was this small rectangular tv. (kinda like a processor) and it was really really odd. i didn't actually get to go online though. as i was lingering around the house, i suddenly pulled out some very strange looking cable from my pocket.

then we were in singapore. and there were some sort of festivals. strange ornaments and decorations. very cuban.

after that, a boy from class started talking about music and loaned me a book about the birthday party. (funnily enough, it is by a person who is a cultural studies professor in australia.)

finally, a geeky boy aged 12 with thick glasses was walking around the institution holding a huge white vanguard sheet with the words 'mix tape club' and i thought i might help him out. :

this is from matt (tickle tickle):
mattkillsyou: oh oh! i almost forgot!
mattkillsyou: i remembered my dream from my nap today
mattkillsyou: and you were in it
mattkillsyou: you and i were in a train station for some reason and we couldn't find something, and random people kept arguing with us.
mattkilmattkillsyou: so then we left and went to a park and started spouting cliched philosophy
nadia: examples of cliched philosophy?
mattkillsyou: i don't remember exactly, but it involved a lot of looking at the sky and whimsical questions

me and train stations. again.

music: bis

so my holidays are over. bastard.

:matt(tickle tickle)'s screen name was 'fugazi' and he came online to tell me he had just purchased the 101 cd. (real life fact: he has never heard the 101.) then i hung out with older sis to find the perfect pair of bowling shoes but it never happened. they had the weirdest vans with pointed toes. i saw a pair of blue converse with blue laces and printed white stars but i put it back. i then found big sis playing a video game with some kid and i wandered around the store. it was supposed to be a shoe store but it had old issues of nme and national geographic and bad videos. finally i got to play a game with big sis. and it was a weird game but i can't remember what. suddenly i'm in the game. and everytime i win, i get to choose a type of 'strength'. by the 2nd victory, i was made to slit the heart of a crab. it was strange. like a human body that has been skinned and all that was left was the flesh but it was a crab. then mother decided to bring me home. scene goes to an office of a lecturer, and i start tearing the styrofoam walls down. and then i'm in a class about to sit for a test and everybody sat next to me hoping they could copy the answers. the fools. :

music has been nervous gender.

been waking up at 545am every day for 3 consecutive days. does not matter what time i go to bed. it’s like an omen. when i used to wake up at 3am for a week last year. dreams have been about abandoned houses and dark alleys.

and on the night of april 10 2003
i was climbing up a steep mountain of concrete. these steps filled with buddhist statues and bright red flowers. flowers of many variants. and siddhartha was there. his hair was long and silky and jet black. then i was in a supermarket. but i forget what i was doing there. next, i saw my cat sitting in a pot of boiling coffee. she did not seem to mind it at all.my mother wanted a haircut badly. we went up the stairs of a very old house but the hairdresser was not there.

and on the night of april 11 2003
i was sitting in the meadows with miss s and she was dancing to the music playing from a purple stereo. then i was supposed to cut my fingernails but that did not happen.

- spot a similar theme with the haircut and fingernails? yeah, i thought so too.

and last night, i was discussing some mathematical formulas with a lecturer. she seemed impressed with my familiarity of mathematical jargon. this dream i believe has no meaning. but what is meaning anyway.

bother.

music has been nintendocore. woo.

dear gryswtr blog,

i'm sorry i have not been updating you regularly.
don't worry, i'm not two timing you even though i have other journals elsewhere.
their content is different. "it's not you. it's me. "
also, i've not been sleeping very well or sleeping at all.
so dreams come and go. i have one from april 10 2003.
and i will let you know about it when i return from the institution later.

xox.

listening to pinback before sleep has induced the following:
: mr deller wrote a few children's books. can't remember the the one i read but had some of my poetry in it and the illustrations were mad crazy. i was living in a hotel that overlooked a weird park. was made to go father's mother's grave but that didn't happen. then i was stuck in the mall with a bunch of 18yr old kids with weird gadgets. also, i had to go to the institution to collect some things. there were too many buses. :

sunday nite
of karate/judo/sumo fighters. of driving huge army tanks in a warehouse. the army tank was sorta battery operated and my job was to drive it around while others had to shift huge boxes of stationery. their tanks had weird curtains. a girl wanted my mobile phone number. and when she called, it was from a uk based phone. i saw malcolm. and then i saw some kid called darcy. and then i saw my younger sister camping by the railtracks smoking weed. and then i went back to the old house. and there were heaps of packages and letters for me. it was too overwhelming. and then i woke up.

saturday nite
a girl got trapped in a vampire's house. but it was like a longhouse. entirely made of wood. then she was wrapped around in white cloth like a mummy but her head was visible. she spun round and round the house while everybody tried to stab her and cut off her arms and slice her body. she managed to stab the head vampire with a mannequin and then the entire film shifts into another scene where mother was cradling a newborn baby boy.

albums : burn piano island burn + eat lightning shit thunder

last nite
trapped in a very dark tunnel and chased by yellow beasts with super huge fangs. we were supposed to be saved by some forest rangers but they turned out to be vampires instead. same when i was in a diy discotheque and the security guard was about to get it on but i had kung fu skills so that was cool. then later on, i met dave grohl and i was elevated into the sky with wings on my back. i felt like a flying monkey from the wizard of oz.

monday nite
they didn't give me any anasethetics . i was on the operating table, eyes wide open, hands completely cuffed. maybe in a straightjacket. no, they were going to scoop out my throat. i saw the knives. i saw their evil sparkles behind the white masks. blinded by the lasers, i am suddenly awake and walking towards my mother. she was extremely worried and concerned. where was my wheelchair? this corridor is empty. no nurses, no patients. not very enlightening. i looked into the mirror. three stitches. only.

hello from my 13dayold computer.
music has been pinback.

and once i told daniel malin:

:i had a dream about you last nite. and you said you wanted to buy some pirated dvds. and we went to this weird looking supermarket and they had the tallest security guards. then you told me to look after your mobile phone. and instead of the clear screen that displays text messages, there was a pink sheet of paper with braille on it. :

and he said : "a braille phone! you could make millions off that y'know? " i wish so.

and a few nights later:

:i went to a gig. and everyone was dressed in black robes. the moment the lights dimmed and the band went on stage, everybody wore the scream mask. you can't really tell who is who cos everybody looked the same. a murder was supposed to take place or perhaps did take place but that wasn't the point. a boy had to play card dealer with another boy (let's call him 'boy 2')as instructed by an older looking man. they were tarot cards. and every time boy 2 picked up the card, the exact situation pictured on the card happened in the surrounding. for example, there was one of a man playing the accordion and when he looked at the tree in front of him, same man is playing said instrument. quite freaky actually. :

the evening of feb 26 2003 has been strange.

i listened to: the "new" terror class "did you hear we fucked...?" cd.

gryswtr.blogspot.com is a year and one week in roman time. please send pretty emails to gryswtr@yahoo.com. maybe a pretty friendship might evolve. maybe not. all i can guarantee is, there are no guarantees. i have been laptop-less and internet-less (at times) hence the sporadic updates and dreams flutter out of your minds when you want to remember it most. i believe some of you experience that as well. anyhow...

last nite:
: of meetups with an ex boyfriend and going to furniture shops and writing songs on pink paper. made coconut candy. realized there were no eggs (tho in real life, i don't think you need eggs at all) and threw away the entire tray of sugar. odd. :

last nite's last nite:
: going to disneyland in a remote part of malaysia. circling airplanes on the field and dancing bears and talking chickens downstairs. :

and many last nite's ago:
: perfoming ballet to the theme song of psycho by alfred hitchcock. that was kinda spooky.:

and that's about it for now.

sound: acid mother's temple & the melting paraiso u.f.o

: we were in a huge green old-school volvo. with a dude from my primary school, mr i, at the wheel. we're supposedly in melbourne, australia but it was more like a hybrid of paris and perth. we passed by loads of museums and chinese take-outs. me and y decided to get down at one of the museums. and i kissed mr i on the cheek and he proceeded to kiss me full on with tongue. rather odd. i told him to stop because he had a beard. the entrance to the museum was very similar to that of coffee bean and while i waited for y to return from the restrooms, a few guys came out looking like trouble. so i avoided them. then y came out and she was with one guy who was related to those guys relating to trouble and i told her to stay away from him. she seemed so hypnotized claiming she was absolutely in love with him which then led to us screaming at each other at the top of our lungs. managed to convince her and pull him away.

next. me and y are warded and our bed was like a green trampoline and suspended in the air by black poles. she kept eating vochelle chocolate bars and i was wondering when the hell we were gonna be discharged when suddenly our feet were on the ground and we were on our way home. :

soon soon i will acquire my new laptop. i must persevere.

sound: sodastream has been spinning a lot lately.

: radiohead dressed in purple robes and glittery crowns...medieval stylee...very very majestic. they announce the originals radiohead contest and the winner goes to an arab couple from the states. and their drum n bass single is called 'pepper peck'. it sounded like aphex twin.

scene shifts to me and little sister purchasing stationery from borders. i take an awfully long time deciding on notebooks and journals. finally settled for 2 exercise books with the words 'i am a maths GIANT' on it. sister opted for a marvel superheroes diary that was much akin like my 2001 andy warhol diary but just a tad bit bigger. realized i didn't have enough money but at least i had my amex card which wasn't that bad. :

music : i have been listening to moss icon.

last night
: lots of travelling in foreign places. staying in old school churches turned hospitals. trying to sneak out and at the same time get as many a&w rootbeers from the vending machines. hare krishna cults and what have you nots. :

previous night
: was forced to partake in a band competition where i had to assume the role of lead guitarist and vocalist. was judged by none other than mr meatloaf who blatantly compared us to avril lavigne and co. up yours, mate. :

music: kriss kross will make ya...jump! uh huh uh huh.

last night
: war. battlefields. strange dummies use as bait. blood and bombs all over. not a pretty sight but somehow i enjoyed being at the scene. had to review strange lps. one was a 'mark' split. mark something vs mark tristeza. suddenly transported into j ryan's car and we listened to the mark split. red vinyl. and the car turntable was really really cool. there were snakes involved as well but that was about 14 hours ago and i can't remember for nuts. :

friday night
: had to sit for a literature exam. had to memorize exupery's 'the little prince' and analyze characters. very odd and mind boggling. :

music has been judy & mary, nirvana and catpower.

: saw a baby delivered in someone's car. dark nights. empty alleys. surreal scrabble playing. :

singapore was interesting to say the least.
i slept on tatami mattresses and woke up at half four in the morning for 3 nights. apart from that, i have nothing to criticise about that place. not on the internet anyways.

music : saturday looks good to me, november of 1959

andrew malcolm knows how to rock.
not only did he help me with this new layout, he also sent me lps of femme fatale and the book of the dead names. go him.
now demand him to update his damn journal! ra ra ra.

music shall be godspeed you!black emperor's yanqui u.x.o.

your eyes are not deceiving you.
indeed major changes are taking place.
or perhaps minor ones.

happy eleven months anniversary to gryswtrdotblogspotdotcom. wahey.

: i am in the same college with harry potter. harry potter age 18. pale, scrawny, lanky daniel radcliffe. hermione granger was in the same class too. the subject had something to do with visual arts. during breaktime, everyone was hanging outside in the garden. each seated individually by their own stone fires. cooking drugs. potter was upset he wasn't the most popular guy in class. overshadowed by blonde beefy jonathan. and so i gathered everyone else and roared into the chorus of nada surf's 'popular'. end of the day we were chasing each other with our wands sending out sparks of magical lights. :

oh how very enchanting.

return train tickets to singapore have been purchased. i will be there from monday the 13th till thursday the 16th. should any singaporeans require pirated films and chewing gum, do get in touch. gryswtratyahoodotcom.
though there are no guarantees.

music is the sick lipstick lp. pow pow!