: [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.

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[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).