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[Dec. 11th, 2009|04:20 pm] |
...I was walking behind a row of warehouses where I noticed one of the backdoors was slightly ajar. I went in and saw Ash sitting at the security post in his police get-up. He had this really blank look on his face and didn't seem to mind as I walked in further. I looked around and I figured I was in some magician's warehouse with all the magic props and shit. I walked to the end of the room which had huge drapy curtains for covers and bumped into some of my friends hanging around the area. They looked kind of dazed too. I put my ear by the curtains and I could hear applauding so I opened the curtains and I realised that I was on stage with a girl named Marlena and some other dazed-looking assistants and a huge cage-like thing covered with sheets.
I dont know why but I had this sudden need to look for Munah. I lifted the sheets but nothing was in there. Thinking it was some trick, I felt the bottom part of the cage and I could feel a hand. Ripping the whole bottom layer off, I saw Munah's body there lying motionless. I tried to pick her up, but it was too fucken heavy. And then I noticed the worst part, her head wasn't there. Tonnes of emotions ran through me; from being fucken sad to being really pissed off and wanting answers. I was screaming at my friends' faces but their world seemed to be in a blur, like they were drugged or something. I ran to Ash, trying to snap him back to reality. I cried to him begging him to tell me if he'd seen anything, i'm sure he definitely saw something. I swear the words that came out from his mouth almost killed me. "She was bound by her hands and legs and they just started piercing into her neck." Strangely, I could see it like it was on replay. Fucken gross and it was the worst feeling ever to not be able to do anything about it.
In the back of my head I knew the cops were going to be here any minute. I gave Ash that look to tell them what happened, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw Marlena with a scalpel digging into his one too many needle marks on his arm as a threat which would screw him up with the police force. I got out of the place, ran down many flights of stairs and with all my might, I ran home. It was fucken exhausting but I knew she was following me. I figured she might want to end me off as well. By then I was enraged and needed to put and end to this so I stopped. As I turned, there was an excruciating sharp pain at my lower abdomen... |
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| dream post #2 |
[Dec. 5th, 2009|01:39 pm] |
| [ | my meds |
| | green day - at the library | ] |
...played a game of scrabble with Mal's folks. His dad got really pissed off cause his mom and I rejected one of his invalid words which was kinda hilarious. It took not one, not two but three dictionaries to prove him otherwise. I even tried to teach him how to use the online game dictionary but I don't recall playing the online scrabble.
Was at this really weird, unorthodox cinema watching some film. It just had gigantic bean bags all over the place for seats. Left halfway to go to the loo. While walking, I saw a couple fucking at a lift lobby. I somewhat found it intriguing, not in a perverse kind of way. Anyways, they didn't seem to give two shits about me or the many people standing a room away. The film ended just as I walked back to my bean bag. I didnt even pay attention to the whole film anyway. Bumped into Joe and Del and I wondered why the hell was Joe still going out with that psycho bitch? Del was being her usual annoying whiny self.
We're in Joe's car now except that it wasn't a car, it felt more like a horse carriage when all of a sudden that psycho bitch took the reigns and I began yelling at her to let Joe drive cause I always thought she was a fucked up driver. Joe too was trying to take over but she was just too fucken stubborn. Should have just punched her in her face. We stopped at some huge open field with skies you only see in fairytale books nearby a museum... |
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| dream post #1 |
[Dec. 4th, 2009|07:08 pm] |
| [ | my meds |
| | honey honey by feist | ] |
...I'm cycling around some place full of Chinese immigrants hanging around car-parked areas. I was looking for a parking slot to park my bicycle, (no idea why I needed a parking slot for a bicycle) yes that black one that Mal got me for last year's Christmas. But I didn't trust them dodgy-looking Chinese, so I cycled towards Jun and some other random dudes.
They told me to park it upright against the wall just below us, I cycled down a small slope to the wall but being a klutz, I fell but miraculously bounced up like nothing happened but they caught me in that retarded act. I then walked to the loo with Captain Obvious and I think there was a gig going on cause I saw some white-membered lethargic muse-look a like band signing autographs at the entrance of the loo? I also strangely felt the need to take something from the loo as a souvenir (it was one of those zen-like loos)
Don't ask me how but now we're in Jun's car (well his dad's to be precise) with Captain Obvious riding shotgun and me in the back. He was driving along a coastal area, I remember seeing alot of abandoned ships on the shore lines. We then drove further into a construction site- they were building HDB flats in the shape of giant ships. It kinda looked pretty cool. A construction worker signalled us to not go any further but I don't really know if Jun totally ignored him or was oblivious. We ended up at some unfamiliar customs checkpoint where all the ICAs working were captains, I think, with the funny boat-like hats they wore, bus-drivers included.
We were asked to get out of the vehicle and one of the ICAs led Captain Obvious and me into a mixed-all-over-the-world tour bus full of while someone else was talking to Jun. About 10 minutes of waiting, the bus started to move thats when we realised that Jun had left us there. We got stuck at this small weird holding facility. I even saw on of my poly friends working as some bottle-filling juicer... |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2009|08:15 pm] |
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| |  optimistic | ] |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|12:07 am] |
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[Oct. 10th, 2009|05:11 am] |
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| |  thirsty | ] |
I know the hype's all over and shit with queen boomz dethroned but,
SG did an epic fail when they crowned Ris Low(what kind of fucken name is that?!) miss sg world.
I honestly didn't think it was that bad and didn't quite get that boomz thing
but after youtubing the video, my mouth dropped for exactly 3 minutes and 30 seconds.
I'm going to stop here and cure myself from mental anguish.
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|02:19 am] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  peaceful | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | Beck | ] |
"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."
- David Foster Wallace
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|10:05 pm] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | Jarvis Cocker | ] |
for two days in a row
i've had dreams of running away.
one from a mental institute and the other from a bunch drugged up gangsters.
and at both times,
taxi drivers refused to pick me cause they were going to grasse rd.
NOW WHERE THE HELL IS THAT?!? |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|02:43 am] |
three weeks of mess i'll be missing...
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| Ditchhiker's Guide to Dating |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|09:11 pm] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | lamb - heaven | ] |
pg 1 to 149, blank
pg 150 to 151,
"Just be your-fucken-self."
pg 152 till end, blank
author,
myself.
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| week ended |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|01:41 am] |
| [ | post blue |
| | weird | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | operation ivy - bombshell | ] |
friday:
leave house.
hail cab.
fourteen-eighty less, in pocket.
hello mal.
role model, total waste of space.
sleep.
saturday:
life begins at 9.45am.
good morning glory.
two dollar instant noodle lunch.
drooling over cookbook pages.
two-hours grocery shopping.
honeycombs, mmmmm.
din din.
tuki tuki.
sleep.
sunday:
late bloomers.
lunched til four.
6pm bums are praying.
full.
goodbye mal.
hail friday's cab, unknowingly. |
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| nothing good happens after 2am |
[Jan. 7th, 2009|03:09 am] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  lonely | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | rid of me | ] |
why waste 2 years
when you could have broken a finger
or something...
guess the only good thing coming out of this is that i get to see your funny shaped head. |
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| less is more |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|03:20 am] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  lazy | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | pigeon farm by marcy playground | ] |
time to make time to run daily.
or at least thrice a week. |
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| fight the system |
[Sep. 18th, 2008|03:33 am] |
| [ | post blue |
| |  uncomfortable | ] |
| [ | my meds |
| | ratatat | ] |
guitar hero 4,
out on oct 24th.
i can't wait!!!
sell me your GH controllers please,
looking for 2 sets for PS2. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|01:18 am] |
i like this.
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