metaphors within metaphors. my dreams as of late. the last i can remember was opening a door to raindrops and walking across to another door. significant numbers six and eight.
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miss electronic contact. should you ever stumble upon this, (which i know you will and perhaps you already have), here is a sincere thank you for every adventure we've shared and will share and i hope you're enjoying kwaidan as i write this. real shame about the gorey books. next time maybe. meet me at the waterfront after the social.
here's the gashleycrumb tinies for everyone.
live.
sound - the friction between my middle fingers and the keys on acer.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
birthday schmirthday
received a greeting today courtesy of JobsDB.com.
how wonderful. even if they are a week too early.
although that does not beat the phonecall from miss electronic contact who called me up on the first of april and was about to drive over with cake. i thought she was joking. she thought was i was joking when i denied. national day of confusion at it's finest!
received a greeting today courtesy of JobsDB.com.
how wonderful. even if they are a week too early.
although that does not beat the phonecall from miss electronic contact who called me up on the first of april and was about to drive over with cake. i thought she was joking. she thought was i was joking when i denied. national day of confusion at it's finest!
Sunday, May 23, 2004
*welcome to nowhere. welcome to yourself.*
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MENTAL ADVISORY WARNING.
this entry will fuck with your heads.
(or maybe not.)
as i ironed my left foot today, a strong overwhelming sensation came over me. it wasn’t the heat from the steel getting in contact with my skin but more so of why i wanted to do it so badly in the first place. naturally, like any “normal” person with all five senses in function, i screamed my fucking lungs out when it happened. the first brown layer peeled off and i stared at the little white area visible to me. i poked into it and brought my finger to my mouth. it tasted like.....me. it tasted like nothing.
2003-05-23 19:48:00
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history repeats itself they say.
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MENTAL ADVISORY WARNING.
this entry will fuck with your heads.
(or maybe not.)
as i ironed my left foot today, a strong overwhelming sensation came over me. it wasn’t the heat from the steel getting in contact with my skin but more so of why i wanted to do it so badly in the first place. naturally, like any “normal” person with all five senses in function, i screamed my fucking lungs out when it happened. the first brown layer peeled off and i stared at the little white area visible to me. i poked into it and brought my finger to my mouth. it tasted like.....me. it tasted like nothing.
2003-05-23 19:48:00
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history repeats itself they say.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
a vampire bit my left ankle. again.
the hickey is still there.
and trust me, it is so not sexy at all.
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: was going home late at night. and trying to send mother a text message but the network was down. boarded the bus. it was freezing. and it started to rain really heavily. next morning, i am hanging out downstairs at one of the shops. i then go to a newstand across the street. and pick out the papers with the least creases on it. scene changes to the back kitchen and i am sandwiched between mother and big sister. and i had received a box full of live frogs in it. (it's kinda like that ali setan movie but i didn't get it on my birthday.) :
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it is a good thing lulu the cat does not go about hunting for frogs.
to all the lizards out there, i apologize if lulu has been depriving you of your tails. i sincerely regret the fear and inconvenience caused to you and your future descendents.
music today has been radiohead's 'my iron lung' cdep, american football s/t cd. and a tape of a shift i did for student radio many many moons ago.
the hickey is still there.
and trust me, it is so not sexy at all.
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: was going home late at night. and trying to send mother a text message but the network was down. boarded the bus. it was freezing. and it started to rain really heavily. next morning, i am hanging out downstairs at one of the shops. i then go to a newstand across the street. and pick out the papers with the least creases on it. scene changes to the back kitchen and i am sandwiched between mother and big sister. and i had received a box full of live frogs in it. (it's kinda like that ali setan movie but i didn't get it on my birthday.) :
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it is a good thing lulu the cat does not go about hunting for frogs.
to all the lizards out there, i apologize if lulu has been depriving you of your tails. i sincerely regret the fear and inconvenience caused to you and your future descendents.
music today has been radiohead's 'my iron lung' cdep, american football s/t cd. and a tape of a shift i did for student radio many many moons ago.
Monday, May 17, 2004
like a fish on a hook and out of water, an angel woke me up and said i was gasping for air. i am sneezing less now but that does not mean i am as right as rain. far from it actually.
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: (i) big sister was trying to convey a message but the air was cloudy and she was only but a dim shadow. (ii) stuck in a room full of corporate whores. most of them aged above fifty and it was almost hilarious to see their disgusted faces after the obligatory -kiss on the right cheek kiss on the left cheek routine- when the term death is mentioned. (iii) at a north indian restaurant with dad. and the other patronizers were from bengalore and we saw no coloured turbans. only black and white. :
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for someone who actually looks after her diet and health and general well being, falling ill is perhaps (logically) a test of faith and principles and belief.
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: (i) big sister was trying to convey a message but the air was cloudy and she was only but a dim shadow. (ii) stuck in a room full of corporate whores. most of them aged above fifty and it was almost hilarious to see their disgusted faces after the obligatory -kiss on the right cheek kiss on the left cheek routine- when the term death is mentioned. (iii) at a north indian restaurant with dad. and the other patronizers were from bengalore and we saw no coloured turbans. only black and white. :
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for someone who actually looks after her diet and health and general well being, falling ill is perhaps (logically) a test of faith and principles and belief.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
sneezing like a mad bastard. not exciting for a sunday afternoon.
but i'll cope.
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: record dreams. fuckin' record dreams. received a few packages. one from england and inside were a few lps and 10"s. and one of the 10"s was a test press of orchid's recordings. picture disk. there were supposed to be 32 copies. clear orange vinyl. very nice. :
: the fucker appeared again and offered to chaffeur me and younger sister around. since we haven't got our own transport we gave in but still were none too happy. he also had his dirty slippers in the house and i kicked it out. (fucker, i demand you stay away from my dreams!) :
: found myself in the vicinity of petaling jaya and was dropped off at a kfc outlet. it looked really dark and dodgy and there were some kids studying in there. saw how they prepared the chicken and it freaked me out. change of scene. i was at an apartment visiting a friend and later decided to see another friend. he had some kind of speech impediment and it was annoying the fuck out of me so i left. went to the parking lot and saw the first friend i visited waiting for me. she was looking at the beach ahead and it was beautiful. felt like as if we were in san diego. her car was really neat and shaped like a bullet and i think it was a honda but i can't remember. :
: was at a chinese temple with the family. amazing architecture and the neatest marble flooring i could ever imagine. :
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hrm. that's a whole load of dreams.
especially for an insomniac.
mp3 stuff: deerhoof, electrelane. very boring to listen via the computer. would love to revisit my old records but my turntable is fucked at the moment. also, my aclys cd is missing and i am very very upset like you wouldn't believe it.
but i'll cope.
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: record dreams. fuckin' record dreams. received a few packages. one from england and inside were a few lps and 10"s. and one of the 10"s was a test press of orchid's recordings. picture disk. there were supposed to be 32 copies. clear orange vinyl. very nice. :
: the fucker appeared again and offered to chaffeur me and younger sister around. since we haven't got our own transport we gave in but still were none too happy. he also had his dirty slippers in the house and i kicked it out. (fucker, i demand you stay away from my dreams!) :
: found myself in the vicinity of petaling jaya and was dropped off at a kfc outlet. it looked really dark and dodgy and there were some kids studying in there. saw how they prepared the chicken and it freaked me out. change of scene. i was at an apartment visiting a friend and later decided to see another friend. he had some kind of speech impediment and it was annoying the fuck out of me so i left. went to the parking lot and saw the first friend i visited waiting for me. she was looking at the beach ahead and it was beautiful. felt like as if we were in san diego. her car was really neat and shaped like a bullet and i think it was a honda but i can't remember. :
: was at a chinese temple with the family. amazing architecture and the neatest marble flooring i could ever imagine. :
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hrm. that's a whole load of dreams.
especially for an insomniac.
mp3 stuff: deerhoof, electrelane. very boring to listen via the computer. would love to revisit my old records but my turntable is fucked at the moment. also, my aclys cd is missing and i am very very upset like you wouldn't believe it.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
what is up with the new layout for blogger? looks like a tutorial for a twelve year old. or moreso an eight year old. since twelve year olds these days are really smart (literally and metaphorically) even if they don't read as much as the twelve year olds of the previous century. (not that reading will necessarily make one smart but...) back to the point. i do not like the new layout for blogger. while change is inevitable, this was uncalled for. eyesore alert!
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: being chased by evil sprits (influenced by 'spirited away' perhaps?) and was stuck in a gameroom. old school video game machines but there was no one inside but sleazy middle aged chinese gangsters with cigarettes tight between their lips. went into the restroom and there was a girl probably aged nine who was able to divert the water flow from a tap adjacent to her to my direction but i managed to avoid it. suddenly found myself stuck in my neighbourhood looking at weird cakes. :
: was bickering with the c kidz about martin robinson. how he was stuck in spain and not france. and when they showed me a recent photo it was of martin short the actor. quite funny. :
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raar.
fuck you sasser.
fuck you thrice as hard.
invasion of the smashing pumpkins (circa 'pisces iscariot') and bettie serveert doing their rendition of the carpenters' 'for all we know'. talk about emo, yo. oh and this morning i watched the video (yes, vhs my darlings) of swing kids + antioch arrow + clikatat ikatowi + honeywell etc for the gazillionth time. this has inspired me to get a haircut in the very near future. uh huh.
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: being chased by evil sprits (influenced by 'spirited away' perhaps?) and was stuck in a gameroom. old school video game machines but there was no one inside but sleazy middle aged chinese gangsters with cigarettes tight between their lips. went into the restroom and there was a girl probably aged nine who was able to divert the water flow from a tap adjacent to her to my direction but i managed to avoid it. suddenly found myself stuck in my neighbourhood looking at weird cakes. :
: was bickering with the c kidz about martin robinson. how he was stuck in spain and not france. and when they showed me a recent photo it was of martin short the actor. quite funny. :
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raar.
fuck you sasser.
fuck you thrice as hard.
invasion of the smashing pumpkins (circa 'pisces iscariot') and bettie serveert doing their rendition of the carpenters' 'for all we know'. talk about emo, yo. oh and this morning i watched the video (yes, vhs my darlings) of swing kids + antioch arrow + clikatat ikatowi + honeywell etc for the gazillionth time. this has inspired me to get a haircut in the very near future. uh huh.
