I'm in love with the welcome page. Hee. Welcome photos/pseudo-graphics will be changed every so often. It looks wonderfully clean in here, finally. Gonna move on to my room. You have a good day now.
July 30, 2004
July 29, 2004
Excerpts From An Hour With Andrew
Earwax: Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand (Andrew sold The Smiths to someone else, the bastard)
Following scenes took place at about 6pm earlier today in Music Magic, Central Market
Me: Hello love. I've brought you three birthday presents.
Andrew: Huh?
Me: Models.
Andrew: Where? (Looks around wildly)
Me: Right behind me.
Andrew: (Stares in silence at the models as they swish into the store)
Me: My mom's being their guide while they're here. One of them wants to get something for a friend.
Andrew: (Whispers) Where are they from?
Me: Indonesia.
Andrew: Whoa.
Me: Happy birthday.
Andrew: So why aren't you following them?
Me: They want to get kerepeks and stuff. And besides, I feel kinda inadequate walking next to them.
Andrew: (Smirks and nods)
Me: Oh, be quiet.
Andrew: Yalah, models. Tall, gorgeous. (Looks pointedly at me) You..
Me: (Narrows eyes) You love me, Andrew.
Andrew: Aw, c'mon, you're cute. Koot. Though I think you should do something with your hair..
Me: Right, look who's talking.
Andrew: (Continues smiling)
Me: I mean, seriously, even if I neatened my hair, 10 minutes later it'd end up like this again, so I see no point.
Andrew: With that clip in your hair.. (shakes his head)
Me: Right then.
A customer interrupts, asking about a band I didn't hear the name of
Andrew: Macam The Strokes. Eh, tak, tak, macam The Walkmen. Vocals dia... macam Mercury Rev sikit. Lagu dia yang slow a bit dark, dreamy -
Customer: Macam Bjork?
Andrew: Tak sebut Bjork pun.
Me: (Watches and smiles)
Me: Make up my mind for me.
Andrew: Between?
Me: Franz Ferdinand and Trail Of Dead.
Andrew: If I were you.. (rummages under counter) I'd get Wilco. (Proceeds to play the CD)
Me: I don't want Wilco! Decide between these two!
Andrew: What, you don't like Wilco?
Me: It's not that, I came here to get The Smiths and you sold it to someone else -
Andrew: (Cuts in) Hey, you sent me that SMS three weeks ago.
Me: (Continues anyway) - and I want to get Trail Of Dead, then you shove Franz Ferdinand under my nose -
Andrew: (Cuts in again) Hey, you asked me whether the album was good!
Me: (Continues again anyway) - and now you want me to get Wilco? I only have money for one CD.
Andrew: (Gives me knowing look)
Me: Really! Okay, how about I get Trail Of Dead and an IOU for Franz?
Andrew: Oh, good, then I can come to your house and pick up the money. (Gives me unnamed look)
Me: (Slightly puzzled, then mentally thonks self on head) The models aren't staying at my place, moron.
Andrew: Oh, then never mind.
Me: (Rolls eyes) And besides, I don't stay in PJ anymore, I stay at Sungai Buloh.
Andrew: What? So you're not living with your parents anymore? (Gives me look that has many names)
Me: My family moved there, sheesh.
Andrew: Darn.
Aforementioned customer: Bye.
Andrew: Who was that?
Me: (Raises eyebrows)
Andrew: (Shakes head) These guys think I don't know my stuff. They come in here and test me. Sheesh.
Me: Andrew, I come here because I know you know your stuff. If I went to Salem Power Station -
Andrew: - Do not compare me to Power Station.
Me: Even if I went to Tower, you think I can ask them for recommendations?
Andrew: - Do not compare me to Tower. (Looks at me funny) And since when do you ask for recommendations? Even if I did, you've already decided what you want to buy.
Me: You know me too well.
Andrew: (Smiles) Yeah, I do.
Me: I've been coming here for three years, what.
Andrew: That long?
Me: Yeah. Since Form 4.
Andrew: Wow. (Gives me half-smile) So are you going for the Hoobastank concert?
Me: Nah. No money.
Andrew: (Laughs) If you were my girlfriend, you can get into any concert you want.
'Dave Matthews at Madison Square?' I think to myself.
Me: I'm sure.
Andrew: Speaking of which, how's your boyfriend?
Me: (Hesitates) Er.. fine.
Andrew: (Raises an eyebrow) How many years left til you finish your studies?
Me: Around five or six.
Andrew: And he's going to wait that long?
Me: That's what he said.
Andrew: Do you love him?
Me: He loves me.
Andrew: And you?
Me: (Bites lip)
Andrew: (Sighs) See, there's two types of love.
Me: (Sighs even louder) Here we go.
Andrew: (Proceeds anyway) Number one, there's the love where you "I love this! I want this!" and number two, there's the love where you always want to see him, always want to call him, just to hear his voice, and your heart goes like this every time you see him (Goes on to do this pseudo-Britney hand over heart thumping motion).
Me: Er..
Andrew: There's a difference between love and like.
Me: I know that.
Andrew: And love can only last, what, five years at the most?
Me: Huh. (Pause)
Andrew: What kind of music does he listen to?
Me: Japanese anime soundtracks.
Andrew: What the-?
Me: (Sighs)
Andrew: See? Just waiting til you come to me. (Dreamily) Then I can see models all the time. How does starting from tomorrow sound?
Me: So you want me to be your girlfriend just so you can -
Andrew: - gawk at models, yeah.
Me: I know you too well.
Andrew: Yeah, you do (Gives me different unnamed look).
Me: (Silence)
Andrew: Hey, can I have your email address?
Me: For what, so you can send me junk and naked pictures of yourself?
Andrew: For what? People send me naked pictures every morning.
Me: Oookey-dokey. I'll SMS it to you okay? Is this your number? (I show it to him)
Andrew: (Reads Contacts List) The Magic Guy.
Me: Yeah, that's what I call you.
Andrew: (Smiles) Yeah, that's it.
My phones rings and it's my mom wanting me to meet her
Me: Gotta go.
Andrew: I'll see you.
Me: Count on it.
Following scenes took place at about 6pm earlier today in Music Magic, Central Market
Me: Hello love. I've brought you three birthday presents.
Andrew: Huh?
Me: Models.
Andrew: Where? (Looks around wildly)
Me: Right behind me.
Andrew: (Stares in silence at the models as they swish into the store)
Me: My mom's being their guide while they're here. One of them wants to get something for a friend.
Andrew: (Whispers) Where are they from?
Me: Indonesia.
Andrew: Whoa.
Me: Happy birthday.
Andrew: So why aren't you following them?
Me: They want to get kerepeks and stuff. And besides, I feel kinda inadequate walking next to them.
Andrew: (Smirks and nods)
Me: Oh, be quiet.
Andrew: Yalah, models. Tall, gorgeous. (Looks pointedly at me) You..
Me: (Narrows eyes) You love me, Andrew.
Andrew: Aw, c'mon, you're cute. Koot. Though I think you should do something with your hair..
Me: Right, look who's talking.
Andrew: (Continues smiling)
Me: I mean, seriously, even if I neatened my hair, 10 minutes later it'd end up like this again, so I see no point.
Andrew: With that clip in your hair.. (shakes his head)
Me: Right then.
A customer interrupts, asking about a band I didn't hear the name of
Andrew: Macam The Strokes. Eh, tak, tak, macam The Walkmen. Vocals dia... macam Mercury Rev sikit. Lagu dia yang slow a bit dark, dreamy -
Customer: Macam Bjork?
Andrew: Tak sebut Bjork pun.
Me: (Watches and smiles)
Me: Make up my mind for me.
Andrew: Between?
Me: Franz Ferdinand and Trail Of Dead.
Andrew: If I were you.. (rummages under counter) I'd get Wilco. (Proceeds to play the CD)
Me: I don't want Wilco! Decide between these two!
Andrew: What, you don't like Wilco?
Me: It's not that, I came here to get The Smiths and you sold it to someone else -
Andrew: (Cuts in) Hey, you sent me that SMS three weeks ago.
Me: (Continues anyway) - and I want to get Trail Of Dead, then you shove Franz Ferdinand under my nose -
Andrew: (Cuts in again) Hey, you asked me whether the album was good!
Me: (Continues again anyway) - and now you want me to get Wilco? I only have money for one CD.
Andrew: (Gives me knowing look)
Me: Really! Okay, how about I get Trail Of Dead and an IOU for Franz?
Andrew: Oh, good, then I can come to your house and pick up the money. (Gives me unnamed look)
Me: (Slightly puzzled, then mentally thonks self on head) The models aren't staying at my place, moron.
Andrew: Oh, then never mind.
Me: (Rolls eyes) And besides, I don't stay in PJ anymore, I stay at Sungai Buloh.
Andrew: What? So you're not living with your parents anymore? (Gives me look that has many names)
Me: My family moved there, sheesh.
Andrew: Darn.
Aforementioned customer: Bye.
Andrew: Who was that?
Me: (Raises eyebrows)
Andrew: (Shakes head) These guys think I don't know my stuff. They come in here and test me. Sheesh.
Me: Andrew, I come here because I know you know your stuff. If I went to Salem Power Station -
Andrew: - Do not compare me to Power Station.
Me: Even if I went to Tower, you think I can ask them for recommendations?
Andrew: - Do not compare me to Tower. (Looks at me funny) And since when do you ask for recommendations? Even if I did, you've already decided what you want to buy.
Me: You know me too well.
Andrew: (Smiles) Yeah, I do.
Me: I've been coming here for three years, what.
Andrew: That long?
Me: Yeah. Since Form 4.
Andrew: Wow. (Gives me half-smile) So are you going for the Hoobastank concert?
Me: Nah. No money.
Andrew: (Laughs) If you were my girlfriend, you can get into any concert you want.
'Dave Matthews at Madison Square?' I think to myself.
Me: I'm sure.
Andrew: Speaking of which, how's your boyfriend?
Me: (Hesitates) Er.. fine.
Andrew: (Raises an eyebrow) How many years left til you finish your studies?
Me: Around five or six.
Andrew: And he's going to wait that long?
Me: That's what he said.
Andrew: Do you love him?
Me: He loves me.
Andrew: And you?
Me: (Bites lip)
Andrew: (Sighs) See, there's two types of love.
Me: (Sighs even louder) Here we go.
Andrew: (Proceeds anyway) Number one, there's the love where you "I love this! I want this!" and number two, there's the love where you always want to see him, always want to call him, just to hear his voice, and your heart goes like this every time you see him (Goes on to do this pseudo-Britney hand over heart thumping motion).
Me: Er..
Andrew: There's a difference between love and like.
Me: I know that.
Andrew: And love can only last, what, five years at the most?
Me: Huh. (Pause)
Andrew: What kind of music does he listen to?
Me: Japanese anime soundtracks.
Andrew: What the-?
Me: (Sighs)
Andrew: See? Just waiting til you come to me. (Dreamily) Then I can see models all the time. How does starting from tomorrow sound?
Me: So you want me to be your girlfriend just so you can -
Andrew: - gawk at models, yeah.
Me: I know you too well.
Andrew: Yeah, you do (Gives me different unnamed look).
Me: (Silence)
Andrew: Hey, can I have your email address?
Me: For what, so you can send me junk and naked pictures of yourself?
Andrew: For what? People send me naked pictures every morning.
Me: Oookey-dokey. I'll SMS it to you okay? Is this your number? (I show it to him)
Andrew: (Reads Contacts List) The Magic Guy.
Me: Yeah, that's what I call you.
Andrew: (Smiles) Yeah, that's it.
My phones rings and it's my mom wanting me to meet her
Me: Gotta go.
Andrew: I'll see you.
Me: Count on it.
Gorgeous Days Ahead
Earwax: Skipping around radio stations while crossing fingers for Franz Ferdinand
Eyeboogers: Lots and lots of The Sims Makin' Magic! Anyone know how to charge the kid's wand? I can't buy a thing for the poor girl.
School: I'm doing surprisingly well, with the first project due next Friday and me considerably up to speed. Go me!
Family: Mom and I are good (having RM2000 worth of Metrojaya vouchers does wonders to a crappy mother-daughter relationship), Ezzat and I are good too. It's all good.
Friends: I've finally, finally let go of dissecting the whole what-went-wrong-with-Eleanor thing, and am concentrating on the great connections I have with my old high school friends, college buddies and of course, Li, who has saved my head on countless occasions. Wonderful, unconditional friendships.
Love: As mentioned before, and I really do feel this is the right thing to do. I wish we could still be friends, but that would probably take more work than the relationship did. I don't know about that, but what I do know is that I do have plenty of time, and the right one will come soon enough.
Music: Have discontinued classical piano lessons, after going every week since I was six. Have taken up jazz piano instead, starting next week, and am really really planning to up my cred as a musician. Leaving the house in a bit to pick up The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead from Andrew (and in case certain individuals are gasping in horror that I do not own this yet, I'm sorry I bought Hanson, okay?). Giddily teetering on brink of eargasms. Whee!
In conclusion,Life: Is looking pretty peachy. Amazing what focus and willpower will do for you.
p/s - Taking a little longer than I expected to fix the layout. Any help anyone can give me on CSS would be great.
Eyeboogers: Lots and lots of The Sims Makin' Magic! Anyone know how to charge the kid's wand? I can't buy a thing for the poor girl.
School: I'm doing surprisingly well, with the first project due next Friday and me considerably up to speed. Go me!
Family: Mom and I are good (having RM2000 worth of Metrojaya vouchers does wonders to a crappy mother-daughter relationship), Ezzat and I are good too. It's all good.
Friends: I've finally, finally let go of dissecting the whole what-went-wrong-with-Eleanor thing, and am concentrating on the great connections I have with my old high school friends, college buddies and of course, Li, who has saved my head on countless occasions. Wonderful, unconditional friendships.
Love: As mentioned before, and I really do feel this is the right thing to do. I wish we could still be friends, but that would probably take more work than the relationship did. I don't know about that, but what I do know is that I do have plenty of time, and the right one will come soon enough.
Music: Have discontinued classical piano lessons, after going every week since I was six. Have taken up jazz piano instead, starting next week, and am really really planning to up my cred as a musician. Leaving the house in a bit to pick up The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead from Andrew (and in case certain individuals are gasping in horror that I do not own this yet, I'm sorry I bought Hanson, okay?). Giddily teetering on brink of eargasms. Whee!
In conclusion,Life: Is looking pretty peachy. Amazing what focus and willpower will do for you.
p/s - Taking a little longer than I expected to fix the layout. Any help anyone can give me on CSS would be great.
July 28, 2004
Breakthrough? Maybe.
Earwax: Howie Day's Ghost
Saiful and I are on a break. It's a crappy story I don't wanna rehash and I'm not proud of saying this, but I feel a lot better than I have in a long time. Haven't been feeling okay for quite a bit, and I felt like I was hurting him, though unintentionally. Am feeling unnamed emotion at the moment. Will write later.
(After re-reading above post and comparing to previous posts)
I saw this coming, didn't I?
Saiful and I are on a break. It's a crappy story I don't wanna rehash and I'm not proud of saying this, but I feel a lot better than I have in a long time. Haven't been feeling okay for quite a bit, and I felt like I was hurting him, though unintentionally. Am feeling unnamed emotion at the moment. Will write later.
(After re-reading above post and comparing to previous posts)
I saw this coming, didn't I?
July 27, 2004
So What If He's Got A Kid?
Like how Bender looks? ;) In response to the title of this post, it's not rectify-able, but the woman he had a child with is. Damn, I am beyond evil. Although this post is kinda sweet...
(Pauses to thonk self on the head)
No, no, must not deter self from master plan. Bender is mine!! Mine!!!
July 25, 2004
July 23, 2004
Mind Bender (That's A Clue There, Mind You, Figure It Out)
Earwax: Franz Ferdinand's Take Me Out
Eyeboogers: Am trying my best to understand appeal of Arundhati Roy. Or rather I understand it, but I just don't.. get it. Oh well, can't win em all, Ms Roy.
So I've decided to change the layout, yet again, since it's hard for some people *koff* to grasp the concept of 'Best Viewed With 1024x768 Resolution'. I haven't found a happy medium yet (both here and in real life, but that's another story altogether). I have yet to decide how exactly to, er, lay it out, and my brother Ezzat has yet to decide whether he wants to look for the Adobe CD for me or not. I need Photoshop! I promise it'll look better next time. Or at least I'm gonna try.
A couple of side notes:1) Mr Feisol and I are day-dreaming of a trip to Rome at the end of the year. Not what you're probably thinking, but lovely nonetheless. It'll be great to go with people who appreciate art and design instead of just taking pictures at landmarks and haggling with sidewalk hawkers (No offense, certain maternal parental unit).
2) Someone tell me when The Sims 2 is coming out!! Getting deprived here. Or is it depraved? Same difference. Am currently speculating on possible expansion sets. Did you know that in the stand alone pack you can go to the community lots and go grocery shopping? Hee. (Owen inserts here that I need a life, and I can't say I don't agree) Wonder how cool the expansions will be.
Eyeboogers: Am trying my best to understand appeal of Arundhati Roy. Or rather I understand it, but I just don't.. get it. Oh well, can't win em all, Ms Roy.
So I've decided to change the layout, yet again, since it's hard for some people *koff* to grasp the concept of 'Best Viewed With 1024x768 Resolution'. I haven't found a happy medium yet (both here and in real life, but that's another story altogether). I have yet to decide how exactly to, er, lay it out, and my brother Ezzat has yet to decide whether he wants to look for the Adobe CD for me or not. I need Photoshop! I promise it'll look better next time. Or at least I'm gonna try.
A couple of side notes:1) Mr Feisol and I are day-dreaming of a trip to Rome at the end of the year. Not what you're probably thinking, but lovely nonetheless. It'll be great to go with people who appreciate art and design instead of just taking pictures at landmarks and haggling with sidewalk hawkers (No offense, certain maternal parental unit).
2) Someone tell me when The Sims 2 is coming out!! Getting deprived here. Or is it depraved? Same difference. Am currently speculating on possible expansion sets. Did you know that in the stand alone pack you can go to the community lots and go grocery shopping? Hee. (Owen inserts here that I need a life, and I can't say I don't agree) Wonder how cool the expansions will be.
July 22, 2004
Did I Say Dark Curly Hair?
Earwax: Maroon 5's She Will Be Loved (Can these boys make any mistake? Geniuses, I tell you)
Eyeboogers: Catherine Slessor - Concrete Regionalism
Okay, so Free Love crush has faded (for now). But guess who's catching me eyes? Chefs. That's right, you read right. Chefs. Not the Dali-moustached, pompous and bellied Frenchmen who wear white cupcakes on their head spouting words like mise-en-place and demi-glace, but young, hot, built Australian blondes. I never thought blondes were hot, not even Hayden Christensen, bad boy Darth Vader he will be. But with my sudden penchant for Travel & Adventure cooking shows, I find it hard to ignore the immediate sexiness of chefs. I mean, come on. Every man gets excited about food, yeah, but not all of them can take less than five ingredients and give you a gourmet meal that's so pretty, you really can have your rock oysters drizzled with lemon juice and olive oil with a sprinkling of herbs and eat it too. The one show in particular, you ask? Surfing The Menu, 6 pm Sundays, with Curtis and Bender. Bender, Ben O'Donaghue, now this, my friends, is the epitome of hot. I first saw him hosting Planet Food Morocco two years ago, where my girlfriend Vicky saw him too. 'He's got beautiful hands! And he's sooo handsome! And his voice... *melts*' Her words, not mine. Oh, but when I saw the first episode of Surfing The Menu, he was half naked in swimming trunks or in a wetsuit for a good twenty minutes of the show; swimming, surfing, and cracking oysters straight off of the rock and eating them right then and there. Shellfish guts, salt water, sun-bleached blondeness and that buff, buff torso on full display? I never thought that combination could be so entrancing. But there you go. Another danger alert to look out for.
This emotional infidelity must stop soon, I say.
Eyeboogers: Catherine Slessor - Concrete Regionalism
Okay, so Free Love crush has faded (for now). But guess who's catching me eyes? Chefs. That's right, you read right. Chefs. Not the Dali-moustached, pompous and bellied Frenchmen who wear white cupcakes on their head spouting words like mise-en-place and demi-glace, but young, hot, built Australian blondes. I never thought blondes were hot, not even Hayden Christensen, bad boy Darth Vader he will be. But with my sudden penchant for Travel & Adventure cooking shows, I find it hard to ignore the immediate sexiness of chefs. I mean, come on. Every man gets excited about food, yeah, but not all of them can take less than five ingredients and give you a gourmet meal that's so pretty, you really can have your rock oysters drizzled with lemon juice and olive oil with a sprinkling of herbs and eat it too. The one show in particular, you ask? Surfing The Menu, 6 pm Sundays, with Curtis and Bender. Bender, Ben O'Donaghue, now this, my friends, is the epitome of hot. I first saw him hosting Planet Food Morocco two years ago, where my girlfriend Vicky saw him too. 'He's got beautiful hands! And he's sooo handsome! And his voice... *melts*' Her words, not mine. Oh, but when I saw the first episode of Surfing The Menu, he was half naked in swimming trunks or in a wetsuit for a good twenty minutes of the show; swimming, surfing, and cracking oysters straight off of the rock and eating them right then and there. Shellfish guts, salt water, sun-bleached blondeness and that buff, buff torso on full display? I never thought that combination could be so entrancing. But there you go. Another danger alert to look out for.
This emotional infidelity must stop soon, I say.
July 18, 2004
My Ideal Man
Earwax: Padi - Sesuatu Yang Tertunda
A gorgeously built witty and charismatic borderline psycho celebrity chef/writer with great taste in music, film and design who also happens to be amazing kisser, can dress and dance well and is an absolute romantic who would throw self off cliff for me. Must also be strong and handy, good at household repairs and gardening. Preferably with dark curly hair, dark eyes, a huge trust fund and an intense passion for travel. Essentially responsible, neat and romantic with lovely hands great for a massage. Sexy voice is a prerequisite.
That should do it. Just fantasizing.
A gorgeously built witty and charismatic borderline psycho celebrity chef/writer with great taste in music, film and design who also happens to be amazing kisser, can dress and dance well and is an absolute romantic who would throw self off cliff for me. Must also be strong and handy, good at household repairs and gardening. Preferably with dark curly hair, dark eyes, a huge trust fund and an intense passion for travel. Essentially responsible, neat and romantic with lovely hands great for a massage. Sexy voice is a prerequisite.
That should do it. Just fantasizing.
July 13, 2004
Haven't Done These In A While
| How to make a radioactivefly |
| Ingredients: 3 parts success 1 part self-sufficiency 3 parts energy |
| Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy! |
Success? ReAaAlly?
Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com
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Comforting that I'm far away from prison, but fantabulously close to study hall. Difference, anyone?
Where are you on the highway of life?
From Go-Quiz.com
| NOTE: z |
| No smoking around splitskinfingers. Thankyou for your co-operation. |
Scarily true, this. Pot anyone?
From Go-Quiz.com
July 10, 2004
Free Love For The Underground Undergrad, or Where Have I Been?
Earwax: Rubbish On The Radio is still ringing in my ears.
Eyeboogers: Anthony Bourdain - Kitchen Confidential (fan-tastic book, by the way, gorgeous read)
Danger alert: I have developed a fantasmagorical crush on the lead singer/guitarist of Free Love, whom I do not know the name of, and will remain nameless, as if I did know his name, I would start feeling affectionate, which will lead to finding out his number, and breaking him up with his girlfriend, and have him preview his divine compositions to me and me alone. In more ways than one. I've just returned from a gig, an actual gig, something that I haven't done in ages and am currently mentally kicking self over and over and over. #1: The indie scene has grown. Like weeds. And fungi. And they are good. Amazing even. I caught the first half of the show, as thanks to Malaysian timing, started 2 hours later than it was supposed to. Gig started with Lucy In The Loo, hilarious name and good music, until I find out later that the lead is aforementioned crush's girlfriend (And no, Clara, brothers do not cuddle with their sisters. Ew, and eck.) which puts them on my death list. Continued with Nadia's Picture Show, whom the lead singer of sounds like he stuffed a towel down his throat as he hits the high notes. At this point am thinking that their guitarist is cute. Then The Coffeeshop comes on, with my old pal Iedil on the drums. Pretty good beachy/sunshine-y music, aside from the bits where Iedil tries too hard. Then come the gods, Free Love. They sound like And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead crossed with heavy Jimmy Eat World, which is a huge compliment. The bassist is Lucy Loo's lead, the lead's girlfriend whom I am thinking of various ways to maim and make it look like an accident. The drummer was fantastic, the guitarist's hands were a terrifically gorgeous blur, but #2: the lead singer, oh wOw. If he were good looking and eloquent, unheard of things would happen. I know there's a whole musician mystique, especially the frontman, but oh Lordy, I was.. entranced, is the only word I could think of. Damn the power of showmanship. I did manage to talk to him for a bit after the show, trying my best to de-mistify him if you will, but nope, no dice. Even the non-eloquence was charming. Then I get home and it hits me like a ton of bricks. I have a boyfriend. So what do I do? I write it down to make it plain. To make it sound silly. And it does. But let me ask you this, don't you wanna fall for a rock star? I've been crushing on them for ages. John Mayer. Zac Hanson (Stop laughing! He's fucking hot now). Gavin DeGraw. But they're virtually unreachable. And now I'm over my head for a guy with a guitar and a good ass yet again. The difference? It's probable. And this my friend, makes it dangerous.
Oh well. Guess who's going for gigs now?
Eyeboogers: Anthony Bourdain - Kitchen Confidential (fan-tastic book, by the way, gorgeous read)
Danger alert: I have developed a fantasmagorical crush on the lead singer/guitarist of Free Love, whom I do not know the name of, and will remain nameless, as if I did know his name, I would start feeling affectionate, which will lead to finding out his number, and breaking him up with his girlfriend, and have him preview his divine compositions to me and me alone. In more ways than one. I've just returned from a gig, an actual gig, something that I haven't done in ages and am currently mentally kicking self over and over and over. #1: The indie scene has grown. Like weeds. And fungi. And they are good. Amazing even. I caught the first half of the show, as thanks to Malaysian timing, started 2 hours later than it was supposed to. Gig started with Lucy In The Loo, hilarious name and good music, until I find out later that the lead is aforementioned crush's girlfriend (And no, Clara, brothers do not cuddle with their sisters. Ew, and eck.) which puts them on my death list. Continued with Nadia's Picture Show, whom the lead singer of sounds like he stuffed a towel down his throat as he hits the high notes. At this point am thinking that their guitarist is cute. Then The Coffeeshop comes on, with my old pal Iedil on the drums. Pretty good beachy/sunshine-y music, aside from the bits where Iedil tries too hard. Then come the gods, Free Love. They sound like And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead crossed with heavy Jimmy Eat World, which is a huge compliment. The bassist is Lucy Loo's lead, the lead's girlfriend whom I am thinking of various ways to maim and make it look like an accident. The drummer was fantastic, the guitarist's hands were a terrifically gorgeous blur, but #2: the lead singer, oh wOw. If he were good looking and eloquent, unheard of things would happen. I know there's a whole musician mystique, especially the frontman, but oh Lordy, I was.. entranced, is the only word I could think of. Damn the power of showmanship. I did manage to talk to him for a bit after the show, trying my best to de-mistify him if you will, but nope, no dice. Even the non-eloquence was charming. Then I get home and it hits me like a ton of bricks. I have a boyfriend. So what do I do? I write it down to make it plain. To make it sound silly. And it does. But let me ask you this, don't you wanna fall for a rock star? I've been crushing on them for ages. John Mayer. Zac Hanson (Stop laughing! He's fucking hot now). Gavin DeGraw. But they're virtually unreachable. And now I'm over my head for a guy with a guitar and a good ass yet again. The difference? It's probable. And this my friend, makes it dangerous.
Oh well. Guess who's going for gigs now?
Oh Well, I Guess Not
So Li has bummed out, so nope, no domain. Sigh.. Did I promise better entries? I vaguely recall. Hee. Someday soon.
July 06, 2004
Wings, Waste & Wax
Li and I have decided to purchase a domain, the name of which will not be advertised beforehand in case it gets taken, and we're kinda sweet on it. So by next month, we'll be a .net! Whee.
In other news, the new term has started, and I've already got a stomach ache. Again.
In other news, the new term has started, and I've already got a stomach ache. Again.
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