meddle(rr)

and we are all guilty of using this tool to be a bigger tool.
to be a bigger fool.
for nobody but ourselves.



so this is for you lot.
who ever felt the slightest need
to fight me to challenge me
to spit in my face with your delusive sonnets
and false prophecies.

i bow and claim defeat.
step back. forfeit.
let you triumph, parade and jubilate in pure glory and victory.

hip, hip. hurray! applaud applaud applaud!!!

sincerely,
gryswtr - your biggest figment of imagination.

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listen to harriet the spy and remember me. always.

: riots in front of the shop houses. a person from the admin department opened up a business in silkscreening tshirts. she had just done a job for a local skateboard company when she found out the price they charged per tshirt and was none too happy. before mailing out the orders, she managed to re-do the job and used different fabrics - made from carrots. the tshirt would melt and crumble if the person sweat profusely. - next - in a parking lot and witnessed a skateboard crew hold a meeting and they had recruited new members. new members had to stand in the centre and the rest raised their hands and pledged to treat them with respect and blah blah blah and vice versa. :

everything shoegaze and indierockpops!

bounce

some nights ago + last night  :

: (a) sat in a very nice bus with leather seats and clear glass windows and journeyed into the country. then came home to a red bicycle. (b) stepped into a glass elevator in a mall and elevator journeyed up and up and out of the mall and to a much taller building. (i suppose this is kinda like that dahl book. and also i remember having a similar dream way back when.) (c) watched a basketball game which looked like a volleyball game and there were two players on each side and the hoops were at the corners of the net. after several jumps and spikes could the players dunk the ball into the hoops by headbutting. (kinda ridix but so entertaining!)

aww damn, it's been far too long since i've been into basketball. thought it was just a teenage fad but apparently not. being a spectator can be pretty fun too. all that energy and chant chant chant. whistle. pass. dribble pass dribble pass and  shoots and misses and oh...jumps!  REBOUND! SCORE! say what? hell yeah!

team zombies > team ninjas and the acest of ace times.
too appreciative i am.

bopping to black sabbath.

4 year old nephew : i had a dream AND a nightmare.
me : what's the nightmare about?
4 year old nephew : about sooo many aliens. and a humongousaur!
me : a humongous dinosaur?
4 year old nephew : nooo.............that alien from ben10!
me : and your dream?
4 year old nephew : about a boy and a girl saving the world!
me : how did they save the world?
4 year old nephew : i don't know!!! i opened my eyes and the dream was gone!

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well ain't that typical. ha. ha.
if you're celebrating crimbo/kwanzaaargh/or just celebrating because you want to, stay safe and all that jazz.

tunes as of late : iron monkey / dystopia / cypress hill / ddmmyy 
texts as of late : various graphic novels. and revisiting burn collector.

battle tomorrow. could seriously do with a new right arm. like way.

: (i) comic convention in hollywood. robocop was almost late for a live outdoors talk show. stood backstage and saw various characters wrapped in grey blankets and strapped to beds and if they were not able to answer a question, they'd be catapulted to the audience. host of talk show spoke to stage manager and i during commercial break and asked if we bought his new comic. stage manager said it was difficult to get plastic wrapped comics in hollywood and the only comic she regularly got was some shonen knife inspired one , 'the banana chips'. something like bananas in pyjamas. :

: (ii) driving around mom's neighbourhood. saw a lot of peepz hanging out in their backyards, by the pools, with their dogs. there was a old man hanging out with politicians from yesteryear discussing fences. his neighbour had four dogs and he almost hosted a circus/carnival-esque party but that didn't work out. i then instructed driver to go to the nearest shop for butterscotch icecream. :

tron : legacy 2010 sucked big time.
imagine not watching it in 3D.
what is next on the cards? d.a.r.y.l? sixteen candles? pffft.

: (I) saw a lost cat loitering around the premises and decided to adopt it. it was a cross between 'patches' and 'cookie dough'. a rather huge cat not keen to me carrying it so i let it go but then it followed me into the elevator. a moody elevator that refused to stop at the desired level. up and down it went and i had to get off a few levels below and take the stairs. adopted cat went into my house and mother said i had to give it a bath. (II) at the beach with friends and wading in the water when we saw baby alligators with lizard heads swimming around. we were able to dodge them and finally they waddled to the shore, back to their home, ten feet under the sand. :

the morning has been :
joie de vivre 's 'the north end' (contender for best album of 2010)
your neighbour the liar (both cd eps).

hello to another crazy week ahead!

humour

shifting gears for parallel parking.
you continue to amuse so never cease i say.
rehashed and repeated and recycled ideas.
wrapped and disguised in the name of _____________________________.
to the new blinded audience.

*smirks*

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highlights of sunday :
jazz + soul mix cds, the jam session 10",  beautiful skin lp,
boris + qotsa on digital format.

apparently, listening to dubstep before slumber isn't a very good idea.
strictly involuntary i must add.
anyhow...that induced a whole lot of nightmares featuring the worst lot of humankind.
perhaps in this case, using the word 'human' would be too kind. hah. joke.

the other night, i dreamt i grew my own toffee apples.
how rad is that?!
they were the size of chupa chup lollies and they stood on styrofoam trays.
don't remember tasting them but i bet they were good.

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invalids may invade.
invalids may conquer.
but like anything else and everything else, only ephemeral they are.

listening to 2 litre dolby.

lacking of and overdosed on

06122010 - 12122010
i probably had a grand maximum of 30 hours total sleep time.
that's not much.
not much sleep = not many dreams and/or
snapshots of images erased once awake.

will make the effort because we need to be recharged.
in order to function. properly.

06122010 - 12122010
also marked as one of the craziest weeks in probably a decade.
thanks to all those responsible.
you know who you are.

riding /the/ rollercoaster on extreme speed.
sans brakes.
sans breaks.

high-fives all round.

as long as you are moving
breathing, still.
react, reflect, remember.
always.

selamat awal muharram 1432.

xox

hello from across the sea.

: had to sub for a couple of teachers. in one class i had to discuss the different components of english paper 2 and suddenly time pushed fast forward and i did not have enough time to discuss all the components and could only cover grammar rules. for another class, they had just finished second language and the teacher's desk was in a complete mess. the exercise books were not stacked accordingly and i browsed through to see what sort of work they did and none of them related to the subject at all. for the final class, i met a dance instructor i absolutely detest (this is real - this dance instructor exists and i really hate her) and she was busy sorting out costumes with the students and that took up a lot of my time so i decided not to teach and sit on the desk and play around with a stereo that had twin-cassette players. :

: was about to leave with big sister when i felt a slight pain in my mouth and checked my teeth. one molar fell out. and then the other. :

loss of teeth is usually a bad omen.
usually.

and enough with school dreams, already!!!
oh come on, (sand)mannn...

been listening to sweater weather and the likes.