memory works in spirals they say.
it all comes back after seventeen hours.

: in the backseat of a car with big sis. who was driving i do not know. it was a strange route like we were going in circles but only halfway to our right. (i am not sure if i am describing it alright enough for anyone to visualise this but...) it's like going in a semicircle and once at the end it goes back again. anyways...route goes through a middle of a forest...and this was during the day. and destination was a little house / grocery store situated somewhere in the forest. and it was run by an old chinese couple. me and big sis look around and i was drawn to the back of the shop where they had an assortment of accessories made out of jade on display. half of them were in green and the other in purple. (is there such a thing as purple jade? i am ignorant when it comes to matters like these.) stuff in purple were mainly pendants and they were mostly shaped like brinjals. (go figure. maybe my logic says that purple = brinjal. vice versa.) old chinese woman says to take the purple but i set my eyes on a green bangle (or pendant). it was moulded like the jade pendant you gave me. but slightly bigger. old chinese lady said i made a good choice. :

the other half of my dream was about attending a music quiz. and i didn't have much time to study for it. cannot recall what happened in the end. and it is not that important really. plethora of images that do not hold *that* much significance. well, to me, anyways.

theme of last night dream: in circles.
and if you are a musical encyclopedia like myself, instantly 'in circles' would remind you of a particular musical outfit who inspired lots that claimed to achieve what they aimed for but in actuality did not.

music this evening has been the bangles.

: met picollus on thursday night. around half past midnite. two nights later i went for swimming lessons in the middle of the ocean and was required to bend my body at a ninety degree angle whilst floating. :

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welcome note to strangers :
please belive all the text you are currently consuming in entirety because it is a complete representation of myself.

go to hell.

celebrate my sardonic wit.

: new apartment is at #08-06. the one's painted blue and white. went for some outward bound thing and i had to guess all the theological questions. not easy but i got through. there was a very graphic scene which i do not intend to publish on the werwerwer. argument about radio djs. argument with a dj. stupid dj. ordered hainanese chicken rice from a very dodgy stall. slashed my left arm 5 times diagonally and squeezed the blood out into a mug. went to a gig and only 3 bands played. elisebelle tears, this body broken and some unknown band that wore mexican clothes. bandlist is of descending order by the way. after the gig, i raised funds so i could set up my own business in organizing funerals for rockstars. it was kinda scary really. not very enjoyable. more dreams but i cannot remember, obviously. :

oh and before i go.
being suicidal is one thing.
being prepared for death is another.

please get that registered in your fucking thick skull.

cereal of the moment

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*this could almost turn into a food blog.
emphasis on the word 'almost'.

: witnessing landslides. broken chalet homes and people drowning in the sand. the city in singapore crowded as ever which is not unusual but at the same time the architecture was kinda strange and i could "perform" graffiti just by typing a text message on the trusted mobile phone. walking in the underpass and meeting people from 'the scene'. running away from 'the scene' and had to scale walls and steep steps and things became topsy turvy. almost. :

was given an interpretation of recent dreams of home buying and funeral organizing.
ask for more details if you are ever interested.

music includes kaito and daydream nation.

drink of the moment.

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: a texas is the reason split lp with 2 other bands i cannot remember. cover of the lp was like one of the albums of the smiths. on a separate occasion, i organized my funeral. i had a nice concrete coffin. :

music = solex, the 101, ladytron and insta.