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.