: he worked in a zoo and i had to help out and we had to feed the hippopotamuses. and apparently they only ate grapes and blueberries. upon reaching the enclosure, they looked more like the ogres from fragglerock and they could speak in english and the daddy hippo had some problems and thus had to wear diapers. :

listening to boring music listened by boring kids.

all new residence. *waves hello*

nite one : discovered the evil doings and terrible motives of a good friend from perth, australia. it was rather strange and shocking but it involved cinemas. acquired a new pair of vans and showed it off at straits.

nite two : of new furniture and hanging out with sisters and brothers in law. very fun.

it's raining like no other.
and i'd like to buy more time if i could.
listen to _____________________ .

1 + 1 = ...

two solitary units joined together does not necessarily mean they will be together to form one unit.
no.

most times one unit is merely taking on full responsibility of the other.
shouldering the burden.

it only forms a bigger unit only because it is heavier now.

weight versus mass versus whole.

...
and so, after much thought and consideration,
let the credits roll slowly...
while there are editions made to my will.


xox

: (i) was in the midst of a whirlpool of a flood but managed to get myself across to land. to safety. to a wooden shack of some sort. (ii) had a stuffed blue cat that came to life and it kept walking around my legs and doing what cats usually do. :

many nites ago,

: jp came back again. this time prancing in the middle of a living room and holding the latest compilation lp from his label : "we're all akin when it comes to the beg." :

oh how very true.

listen to madonna.

: i observed a person go through 'solitary'. it was an absolute mindfuck. it happened in a place called 'hebrew II'. :

listen to the organ.

nostalgia is like a best friend who you are no longer best friends with anymore. and you can't escape from her cos she's there in your face when you least expect it. and she taunts you with those greener pastures that don't exist anymore. what was your playground once is merely debris now. fading into...fading intos...

thanks but no thanks.

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oh sandman,
no more dreams of work please.
ta.

listen to edith frost.

last nite:
: there was a one inch button workshop. everyone pinned their buttons everywhere. on their shirts, pants, bags. what everyone had to do was to get to know as many people as possible in the fastest amount of time and know what buttons everyone had. not only that, they had to know the band name and history. :

last last nite:
: went shopping at a mango-esque boutique. the 'in' thing was white shirts with green vertical stripes. i wanted one for myself but there wasn't anything i could afford. the boutique was two levels and i proceeded downstairs to have a look at accessories and they had stationery too. dad came along and showed me these nice looking notepads with nice pictures of bands i liked. pictures of bunnies and bears and pandas. but in reality, these bands do not exist. :

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my birthday is coming soon.
not that it matters but this is what happens every year:

i get excited for about a month prior and when the actual day comes, it doesn't really feel like it's my birthday and when it passes, i think about all the stuff i should've done and wanted to do in the past. and then i don't think about it anymore and 12 months go by and i feel this way again.

it kinda sucks but not really.

xox

: the doors to my new apartment were like cupboard doors. and in the apartment itself, there were too many drawers and appliances. :

: went for a drive with 2 kids from kl. and ended up falling asleep in someone else's house. we met the tenants when we woke up and 1 of them had difficulty choosing his shoes. the vans or the ugly brown ones. :

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i see the counter ticking and yet no one is signing the guestbook.
why is that so?
have you nothing to say? or are you scared?
or are guestbooks too 20th century for you?

suckass.

long time no dream.

last nite i dreamt i was building a stadium. the race track was a terrible job though so i had it redone. also, in order to use the race track, you had to be attached to a giant catapult.

the previous nite, i dreamt the walls of my new place were painted yellow and green.
not good.

i can't wait for my new records to arrive.
oh! how juvenile of me...

gryswtrdotblogspotdotcom is six years old today.
can you believe it? neither can i.
it's good and still kickin'.

listen to joy division.

*it's getting dusty in here*

sometime last week i had a dream where he called to say he got a job as a sushi instructor. and in that same dream too, i was in australia but it didn't look it. and i had to babysit 2 baby boys and i went to the pet shop. and i asked for 9 monkeys and changed my mind and only got 2 monkeys. and then i went to straits. it didn't look like straits but it was and one of the monkeys escaped from my bag and made a huge ruckus in the store. everyone went crazy. and it ended up sitting at the top of a record shelf. i looked in my bag to check on the other monkey but it had turned into a cat.

and sometime last week too i dreamt i went to penang via a cruise ship. and i saw an alligator swimming up while i was walking on a jetty. there was a ploy to capture tourists on the island and i managed to escape and when i supposedly reached singapore, i was suddenly in the middle of the woods and it was snowing. i looked at the hills and there were these people on tractors racing and crashing down the hills. it was a sport called 'tree toring'. tearing down the tress apparently.

yeah.

and oh, the other day i dreamt i bought a creative mp3 player but the cover was pink and i asked the dude to change it. and whilst he did that, i woke up.

and today my mp3 player died on me when i needed it the most. and it was so fucking annoying cos it was the day where more commuters were plugged in than usual and you could hear their awful tunes and i tried humming tunes in my head but it didn't work.

i miss a few people. and i wonder where they are and what they're doing. there's a high possibility they could be on facebook but i'm not gonna be on that evil thing. no i am not. hopefully i'll bump into them on the streets and they'll still look the same cos i still look the same. just that i have additional horns on my head.

listen to athlete.