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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
bigblackheart
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1:32a
which excuse?
just made myself a cup of hot tea. should really be asleep right now.
not sure which excuse it is this time.
did i make the tea so that i can listen to more music?
or am i listening to the music so that i can have tea?
whatever it is, avoiding sleep is definitely not the plan.
actually, i made the hot tea so that i can sleep better. the music is a bonus.
yes, indeed.
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Saturday, November 21st, 2009
kuroki
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4:11p
Batch order
Shit! at first i wanted to comment on Yesasia's prompt delivery but then i discovered they screwed up on the title of 1 DVD!
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kuroki
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2:08p
Thai Pubs
Recently because of Chewy and Alan, i have been hitting alot of Thai pubs, mainly Sabai Sabai and Club Atlantis. When i was younger, i will definitely prefer clubs over pubs but this time round, maybe because of age catching up on me, i now find sitting there doing five ten with friends and grooving to the performances damn enjoyable as well.
I must say that when you are in those places you don't even get to feel a speck of the economic downturn at all. People are spending money on liquor and especially the flower rings for the performers like nobodies business!
The clubs may have a big number of Thai performers but they come on or even share the stage on a rotating basis and they will sing a rojak of mainly thai and also english and chinese songs. At the peak of the night, people will actually bombard them with so many flower rings that after putting over their necks you can barely see their faces. Then when they make their way to backstage they looked damn funny la.. like Humpy Dumpy retreating.
But despite all the smiles they give out on the stage i was told that if the thai performers don't get enough flower rings they will be asked to leave.
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Friday, November 20th, 2009
bigblackheart
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12:32p
rammstein fucked up
marianne and i were checking out some old rammstein tracks when i discovered this.
gosh, i'd never expect rammstein to fuck up.
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Thursday, November 19th, 2009
bigblackheart
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2:23a
into nowhere
when you were staring into nowhere,
i couldn't stop looking at your eyes.
you were breathing, and then you blinked.
my heart gave way.
and i thought, sometimes, i really do care for you.
just don't hold me to these words.
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Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
bigblackheart
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8:09p
fantastic
our school screened fantastic mr fox today.
and i love it.
really funny and entertaining. also love the 1-2-go attitude that embodies the whole film.
highly recommended, and remember to bring a good friend.
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Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
bigblackheart
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7:48p
fallen into comfort
it's been three days since the party.
i am still having a little sniffy cold, and marianne is down with an audible sore throat.
despite that, we have been going to school to work every day – with a smile.
and the reason is clear.
this may be hyperbolic, but for me, the party was almost life-changing. that description is to be taken with a bucket of salt, but i'm sure a mild truth somewhat exists within it.
something struck me deep during plaid's set. it was like a ray of divine essence had connected to me from many universes away, and all i could do was to be happy.
the world hasn't become brighter for me now or anything like that. in fact, it has become a little darker, but i am feeling alright. and that's how i've been floating into school for the past few days. without a care, without a sigh, without a doubt.
i don't care that i'm still moderately ill. i don't care that i may not make my deadlines.
i wish this feeling would never go away. it's another way of falling in love.
even now, i am still feeling that very moment from that night.
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Monday, November 16th, 2009
Sunday, November 15th, 2009
bigblackheart
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11:34p
wang 10th birthday party
pictures courtesy of the karin via her mobile. :D
what can i say? wang was absolutely ace.
my residual cold led me to have double whiskeys for pre-party and for the beginning of the party – less volume of cold liquid gets in the body. but after several of those, i decided to move on to beer at about midnight, else i'd be smashed too early in the night because i tend to start drinking like a fish once the party properly starts.
as the webby states, the party was held in a car park. mind you, not just any car park, but rather, a mysterious series of arched caves next to one another. once you get past the security checks, it was another dimension altogether.
the atmosphere was just incredible – effective lights and no unnecessary bullshit. when you're on the inner road that connects them different 'rooms', the music from all would mash up manically. constant assault of deep bass and pulses. exciting. couldn't stop grinning like a fool.
of course, the sound was really good. not perfect, but hey, the essentials were all there – the bass grabs you like a bear and every flick and pop raises serious urges for some physical exertion.
plaid was the act i was most looking forward to experience, so we squiggled our way to the front for maximum sound and visuals. boy, was it a journey or what? there were several moments where i just didn't exist on earth anymore. on top of that, the smoke was at times so generous that i literally couldn't see beyond my nose – that helped.
i could have been there just for plaid and i'd be able to go home happy like fuck. but no, because simian mobile disco was up next – there is more than one god.
i love smd to bits, and they did not disappoint. their unapologetic set was relentless but still fucking sexy and chunky. don't really remember specifics during this set, but i remember feeling thoroughly examined – if that makes sense.
then, the legendary squarepusher was up next. squarepusher 'live'. the pusher of squares. push a square. push.
the last time i properly listened to his stuff was almost precisely ten years ago. have also heard his new stuff before, and i thought they might push me when played 'live', but actually, not really. last night, i didn't feel particularly impressed, but i was still very happy experiencing it, simply because he was as he was – doing shit on his own terms.
the night ended with us all wet from the rain, but after some onslaught of karin's food delights, we were all dead asleep by 7 am. i think i went to sleep with a giggle, because of the amazing experience of plaid.
got up around 11 am or so and we all split.
on the train home, jean-marc and i reviewed the night and a few funny nuggets popped out.
one of them would be his failure to book a cab and not realising that he could have had simply gone to the streets to hail one. he also saw a girl at the party who he knew, but because he forgot her name, he avoided her.
as for me, i apparently had my feet on his chest last night when we shared the two ends of the sofa, so he woke up to see my beautifully structured soles. he must have felt so honoured.
also, at the party, jean-marc noticed the girl who started chatting with me in the middle of plaid's set. he also saw me handing my phone to her before her and i parted, so i had to spill the beans on that one. beginning to notice he seems to always catch me at parties for shit like that.
long story short, after she keyed her number on my phone, i was supposed to hit "call". well, you guessed it, i reflexively hit "back" and her number vanished off the screen. yikes?
well, at that time, plaid was conjuring a vortex of vortexes for me to enter, so i didn't really cared and just fell back into the music – in fact, the alluring vortex was the reason why i thought to just end the chat politely without being dismissive.
couldn't resist so i asked jean-marc if he thought she was hot, because i didn't think my initial judgment could be trusted at that point of the night. "yes," he said, to my dismay. maybe he was just trying to make me feel even stupider.
then, i suggested we compile a book entitled: "how not to be alone."
it would have all of such unnecessary fuck-ups that we have ever experienced. haha.
got back in our town, and i headed to the supermarket for supplies. very weird feeling because i never had to visit a supermarket so soon after such a party – probably the most civilised next day after.
got home and heated up my lunch of chicken soup. pretty much spent the whole day sitting around doing nothing. took an hour nap in the evening before finally hauling my ass to the bathroom for a shower.
my cold is pretty much similar to how it was before i threw myself towards the party. thought it would get worse after last night. however, i must try to remind myself that my body can't always hold up like this. in other words, when ill, no partying unless two conditions are met: at least when almost recovering, and when godly acts are to play.
for now, this stamp has special vibes attached, and it shall be immortalised in a picture:
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