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Thursday, December 4th, 2008
gwennie
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9:44p
Whatever makes us tick
One of my colleague took leave to come back office to pack and tidy up her cubicle tomorrow.
-_-'''
current mood:  weird
current music: Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback
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(comment on this) Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008
am0eba
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9:52p
recently....♥
 
me cooking chicken (L>R:: Hot>Cold:: Teriyaki > Balsamic Sesame Seed)
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hydrangeas
xxyumyumyum
i might grow a pot myself! so pretty.
current mood:  cheerful
current music: Aneka - Live and Let Die
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(1 comment | comment on this) Thursday, December 4th, 2008
bigblackheart
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1:48a
ready to camou
after being in limbo for a while, i've come up with a guerilla plan for recording what i need.
it begins tomorrow. godspeed.
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kuroki
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2:40a
tum lai!
This amazing thai song is currently rocking my socks, day and night. The first verse of the chorus is just so damn addictive! But the lyrics abit too emo. And its funny how they want to call themselves Bodyslam.. I think, if really must, German Suplex will sound alot better.
I present you the chorus: (translation taken from some forum)
ชีวิตแค่โดนทำร้าย
chee-wit kae dohn tam raai
Life merely got hurt,
แต่ที่สุดมันต้องไม่โดนทำลาย
dtae tee soot man dtong mai dohn tum lai
But in the end it should not get destroyed.
แค่วันนี้หัวใจสลาย
kae wan nee hua jai sa-laai
It's merely that today my heart is shattered.
เตือนตัวเองว่าถึงยังไง ฉันยังต้องอยู่
dteuan dtua eng waa teung yang ngai chan yang dtong yoo
Remind myself that come what may, I still must live on.
ความรักลวงหลอกมันก็แค่เจ็บปวด
kwaam rak luang lok man gor kae jep bpuat
Deceived by love, it's also merely just be hurt.
ไม่มีค่า ให้มันทำลายชีวิตไม่ได้
mai mee kaa hai man tam laai chee-wit mai daai
It's of no value, can't let it destroy my life.
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(comment on this) Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008
gwennie
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10:08p
A close shave
I have been smelling this particular stinky fishy stench for the past few weeks when i was using the hair dryer in the morning and i have always thought it was the rubbish dump downstairs or someone drying or cooking some fishy thingy in the kitchen, thereby emitting that weird smell. It went on for a couple of weeks, probably even months, before i realised that it was the smell of melting plastic or whatever material the multipurpose plug is made out of. Imagine while i was happily drying my hair, the electric current was actually heating up the plug and causing it to melt.
I shudder to think what would have happened if i hadn't detected the melted red cap on the plug and the melting had continued on. I could have been electrocuted or worse, resulted in a short circuit leading to a fire or explosion at home. Goodness gracious, that certainly chilled me to the bones last night, thinking what a close shave it had been that i discovered it early.
current mood:  relieved
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bigblackheart
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1:26a
daft coincidence
was going to place an order in subway today, so i stopped the justice track playing in my earphones.
and guess what was playing in subway?
daft punk's robot rock.
that sparked off one little annoyance i have. people lumping justice with daft punk.
i belong to the sub-group of justice fans who try not to lump the two together.
they share similarities though – two french guys each, signed under the same label, belong to the french touch movement, elaborate light shows, and some people even think that the justice guys are actually daft punk with their helmets removed!
my thought is that i prefer to experience justice on their own terms.
in a way, that means i won't be expecting them to exceed the daft punk legend all the time even when they move on to different styles. i suspect a lot of fans who associate justice with daft punk did not even care for their latest work, planisphere, which i feel is an amazing release.
true that if one listens to both, one can spot similarities in techniques and sensibility. however! i really think they each stand for different things, and justice is not a mere offspring of daft punk.
one easy way to feel the difference? just dance to each.
guess it's like saying oasis is the offspring of the beatles. almost too easy to say. tricky one indeed.
having said that, daft punk and justice rule universes. just different ones.
and on that thought, i don't mind watching both do a combined live set, but that may mean the world will end because the show would run the world dry of electricity halfway through.
i'll leave you with a legendary track from daft punk, da funk.
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(comment on this) Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008
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gwennie
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8:21p
Sleep never seems to come when you need it most
The weather is killing my head and my precious sleep; i tossed and turned the ENTIRE time last night and when i finally fell asleep, it was for a mere 15 minutes before i woke to start off the day.
current mood:  lethargic
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bigblackheart
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1:10a
the worst trip home (so far)
took the 5:25 pm train to london with hoping. i was to meet karin at 6:30 pm at piccadilly circus.
hoping and i parted ways once we arrived at piccadilly. still 15 minutes early, so i headed into hmv and zavvi to look for the limited edition dvd – no luck, as you might know by now.
got a sms from this girl i was supposed to pass something to. being the lazy ass i am, i had earlier changed the meeting place to the same place where i was to meet karin. met her and her friend, and i was back to waiting for karin.
karin arrived.
went off for some grocery shopping, as i needed nashi and prawns.
right after, we went for a yummy dinner, and i got my fix of red wine for the day too. however, my choice of food would later haunt me down – an ultra-spicy beef dish (there were at least ten full chillies in this) and a plate of sticky rice with pork.
the justice show came up in our conversation, and i ended up giving the last ticket to karin.
in a way, i was holding that ticket deep in my pocket in case dario decides to join us in the end – he is a great party guy, but he has no money now. he has been contemplating of just splurging just once more though, since it's justice.
first came, first served, i guess.
now that i thought of dario, i realised i shouldn't have given a ticket to somebody at a recent party. i was drunk and she had asked many times. she isn't a schemer though, so it isn't like that at all.
karin and i headed off to a pub. drank and chatted profusely.
you can probably guess the story from now on. lol.
the pub was going to be closed in 20 minutes, and as usual, i'd ask: "one more?"
unfortunately, karin said yes. haha.
when the glasses landed on our table, i looked at them and mentioned: "this is a very bad idea."
and in that 20 minutes, we each downed one last full pint, not leaving a single drop.
we left the pub.
to be honest, i don't remember much of the walk to the train station, except that i gave karin a pack of cigarettes and that i started speaking in some half-assed accent. haha.
don't remember when karin got off the train too.
decided to put my head down. luckily, i propped up just in time to see my stop. got to my next train.
the trip home on the second train was all manner of hell.
my head started to feel really heavy.
i suspect all those chillies and all that beer were reacting in a furiously destructive way. tried some music, but every song no matter how gentle felt like a punch. karin text to say she got home, but despite my effort, i just couldn't type. lol.
i gave up. went into the loo and made myself barf. also made a little mess out of the sink, but somehow, i still retained my civil mind to clean it up. haha.
felt a little relieved, but the heaviness still loomed. put my head down on the tray table. dozed.
some god must be watching me, because the minute i woke up, i was looking at my stop.
walked home. it was a really misty night too.
along the way, i called dario and told him to open the doors for me, but i ended up doing it myself because i physically couldn't make another call when i was at the first door.
dumped my grocery bag on the floor and floated past everybody directly into my bed.
wanted to get rid of the heaviness once and for all, so i got up, went to the bathroom and made myself puke. this time, the bulk of it was gone. i could feel the spiciness coming out of me!
whizzed right back into bed after that.
woke up at 9:30 am.
i knelt up on my way to stand, and i could still feel the giddiness. that sent me back into bed.
was still in the clothes i wore to london, except that my belt was unbuckled. hair was a big mess.
looked into the wardrobe mirror next to my bed to check for any blood or bruises. haha. how vain.
karin had text me an hour before, saying that the last pint was a bad idea. guess she must have had it bad too. at least she didn't have to travel 40 minutes on a train at the end of it all.
it's always a bad idea to drink a lot when you don't get to dance.
joined everybody at the canteen for lunch. i hardly spoke, because i was busy wolfing down my massive plate of spaghetti bolognese.
jussi decided to ask me there and then if i was drunk last night. before i could answer, he said that he heard very rhythmically-awkward footsteps from the stairway the night before. lol.
i protested that he must have heard wrong, because i was sure i made my way up the stairs very well. but even i began to think: "why would he make that up?"
everybody started their usual line of firing in my direction. giggled at some of their remarks, but my primary objective was to eat, eat, eat, and eat!
after i was done eating, i told them i might just stick to fruity drinks for the gig that night. that stopped marianne in the middle of rolling a cig and she exclaimed: "what!? no way!!"
lucy interrogated me about my cause of drunkenness in her own hilarious, english way. she always speaks like somebody who is plain bored but still wants to be very polite at the same time. haha.
it wasn't easy to recover from that night. had to keep looking for an exit towards a proper energy level, largely because i don't wish to waste this friday by still being a zapped-out zombie.
three days to go.
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(6 comments | comment on this) Monday, December 1st, 2008
bigblackheart
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3:01p
forgetting keys
in my studio and waiting for a premix to be exported.
i felt like such an idiot when i realised mid-way to school that i had left behind the keys to my studio.
by right, we're supposed to leave our keys with the security people before we leave school, but i prefer to keep them with me since i'm the only one using my studio anyway – also especially since i'm expecting myself to be in the studio almost every day.
i'd have made it for the last ten minutes of lunch at the school canteen, but after the track back, lunch would be over, so i dropped into boots along the way and got myself the meal deal – sandwich, drink and snack for £3.
i'm guilty of always milking the deal, because i always pick the biggest sandwich, the most enriching fruit drink and the biggest chocolate bar. haha.
this fizzy lemonade is really tasty!
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gwennie
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8:42p
Ringing in my head today
回家 - 順子
我還不明白 為什麼你離開了我
沒有你的電話 沒有一封信
我每天晚上在這裡 哪裡也不想去
可是我好愛你 我覺得我會離不開你
可惜我丟了你 慢慢我的眼淚留下來
回家 回家 我需要你
回家 回家 馬上來我的身邊
別再哭 就讓他走 再多痛苦的等候
相信我也能承受 閉上眼 不再留戀
你卻一遍又一遍 出現在想你的夜
別說 不會有結果 永遠永遠 別說分手
而你 又怎麼能夠
就這樣的放手 一去不再回頭
BE HERE, JUST BE THERE
MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE
回家 回家 我需要你 哦
回家 馬上回家 我需要你
回家 回家 馬上來我的身邊
BE HERE, JUST BE THERE
MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE
回家 回家 馬上來我的身邊
current mood:  sad
current music: 回家 - 順子
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bigblackheart
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1:27a
what music does
i remember we'd make faces at shows to show how we feel about the music, and i wondered how i look when i project my facial judgment. so i decided to waste ten minutes and do this entry. haha.
played some music, captured some shots, and this is the verdict.
when it's bad:
when the suspense is building to a promising reveal:
how can this get any better??
did you feel that? did you??
thanks for letting me waste your time too.
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bigblackheart
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12:41a
she resurrects and continues blowing
my hair dryer stopped working this afternoon while i was using her to dry my coat. was a little annoyed that a simple device can actually break down. planned to buy another one tomorrow.
but luckily, i absent-mindedly picked her up just now after my shower and flicked her switch.
voila! she started blowing again!
to think i almost dumped her into the bin.
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bigblackheart
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12:06a
the solution towards getting pumped
spent the past few hours applying some test ideas on the final first-year project – which i had been ignoring for quite too long – and i realised i am getting a little pumped about this coming friday now.
feeling less guilty maybe. haha. self-delusion at its best.
fan-fan-fan-fan-fan-fantome! numero deux! ici je viens! allez! allez! allez!
by the way, i've put this up for everybody, and that includes you. it'll be gone in seven days, so click-click now. and as usual, it doesn't have one lousy track at all. *gasp*
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(2 comments | comment on this) Sunday, November 30th, 2008
gwennie
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4:57p
The hormonal inbalance that is me
Ever since that emotional outburst some two weeks ago, i have continued to be an emotional nutcase, tearing over the littlest of things at every opportunity. And no, i can't attribute it PMS this time, can i?
Fragility is me middle name these days, despite the normal tough 'un appearance that i put on.
current mood:  blah
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lazy