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.