Friends Blurty for trish.
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| Monday, November 23rd, 2009 |
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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 |
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 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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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
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     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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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009 |
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 party time. |
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"true love does not come by finding the perfect person.. .. but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." still, it ended for me. so much for true love. |
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| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
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justice will be playing a dj set in an arena on new year's eve. there will also be other acts playing. huge venue of an arena, dj set, and triple the usual ticket price. hmm. if my friends are willing to fork out for this, i will too. though i suspect i will be seeing the duo appear as secret guests in a month's time. i miss the days of justice when it was just smaller venues and everybody was packed like sardines. shall venture out today. keeping warm. |
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| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
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when i am away, i send a song a day. with every song we slip helplessly into, we never are apart. this, our world, between headphones and between us. |
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tried going to bed at 10:30 pm. failed. just couldn't sleep. made myself a hot drink. trying again soon. |
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by now, i've desecrated green tea to the point of no return. can't add honey eh? how about lemongrass, mint, ginger and lime? one exotic bastard i'm drinking here. |
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woke up an hour ago with blocked ears and a bit of a sharp throat. however, i can feel that my body is way better than yesterday. washed up and unblocked my passages. now munching baguette and sipping my blasphemous tea: "you don't add honey to green tea!" this music is so good too. thinking about introducing this new disco stuff to my parents. haha. think this saturday shall happen for me. on that note, i think i'm getting overestimated too often. was telling a few of my schoolmates about the awesome line-up for this saturday's party, and they asked me what time my set is going to be – and they weren't joking either! it's crazy to think i'd ever get to play next to the legends this saturday. one day, they said. one day, i secretly hoped. this saturday will be quite a weird mix of line-up actually, and maybe an opportunity at revisiting some of the old stuff i used to listen to. for example, i used to be crazy about drum & bass in the late 90's. and one of the last d&b acts i listened to is going to be playing this saturday, and that was in 1999 or so. now, that act is considered to be legendary, so it will be interesting to see what's new or even exciting after ten years. unfortunately, a lot of drum & bass after that is just not very good. the whole vibe is lost on the new acts. the mishap is probably akin to korn going on to linkin park. yes, all very polished and big, but that's not the point. they might as well call themselves u2 or bon jovi and call it a day. i'm not the only one to think so too. my housemate, dario, is a big drum & bass freak – having lived all his life in london – and when i first met him, one of the first things we agreed on was the demise of drums & bass. don't get me wrong though – i can't wait for d&b to become exciting again. funnily, dario always pulls out some ancient drum & bass track when we're all hanging out, and after a moment into the track and non-reactions, he'd say that the track hasn't aged very well. then, marianne would go over and put on her shit. hahaha. poor dude. anyway, i can't wait for this saturday. two of my favourites will be playing! got to try to do some work at home today, just so i don't feel too guilty. |
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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
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decided to let myself sleep as long as i wanted last night. after a lot of warm fluids, vitamins, and having wrapped myself up like a fat mummy, i buried myself under the pillows and duvet, plugged my ears and quickly hibernated. woke up at 1:30 pm, and shortly after, i was brought to outer space by my new ringtone. was feeling better already, so i thought to keep staying home and continue the warm fluids and all that. worked on my animation, but between all the boiling of water for remedies, i only got a bit done. not productive so thought to lie down and watch a film and maybe fall asleep or something, but a call came – will be receiving chicken soup and a super long baguette soon! can't wait!! please recover by tomorrow. i cannot miss this saturday's party.. no, i cannot.. |
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| Wanted to write something but blogging through iphone can be quite a bit of a challenge.. And by the time i'm done, probably half batt gone. | ||||||
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we must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. - joseph campbell |
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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
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the recent late nights of nonsense got my body feeling a little under now. in fact, all my brain could do today was put on one sound into my animation, before i started spacing out. because of that, i messaged marianne to go for an early lunch. while we were queuing for the food, i decided that i can't join her for mew tonight. disappointed that i'll be missing it, because i thought it'll be fun to go for a gig. then again, we'll all be partying in london this saturday, and i definitely cannot miss this party. jean-marc then miraculously appeared at our table. the rest of the day was pretty much spent slacking around with marianne and jean-marc. they were smoking, while i refrained and at times just sat around staring into blank space. wanted to hear some dirty electro, but just was not motivated to put any on. before i decided to go off early, marianne gave me a dvd in case i get too bored at home and also some recipes for cold remedies. jean-marc suggested whiskey, which i'd love to have actually. interestingly, trish had given me a lemongrass recipe just before marianne did. headed to sainsbury's to gather the herbs and what not, and got home at 4 pm. nice. waiting for dinner. |
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  that was one cold day! sorry, but i like the first one better. *whistles* |
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
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having dinner and listening to some music now. dinner is a soup of my mum's that i tried to emulate and music is some old disco stuff. the combination then led me to think about my parents. i don't normally write about my parents, because i never really spent much time with them. in fact, my childhood days were pretty much split almost equally between my parents, my aunt (my mum's elder sister), my cousins (daughters of that aunt), and both sets of grandparents. that meant i learnt about my parents through my relatives more than from my parents themselves. one thing that my aunt and my cousins would often joke about is how my dad and my mum loved going to the discos when they were younger. when i understood music on a more intellectual level, the disco thing became evident – all i had to do was to look through my parents' music collection. to be fair, besides the disco stuff, there was also a lot of folk, rock and pop. they were also largely english songs. some of those songs i remembered watching my parents play on my mum's guitar, which she had since she was a teen. and the guitar is now mine! also remember getting awed by my dad when he played this on the guitar – and he sang too! then, he got awed by me when i played it back to him one day, without the singing though. i also played a lot of his favourite deep purple and rainbow songs, just to see him grin. haha. even today, on my mum's iphone, this song is on her playlist. my dad would only listen to it on his sound system in the living room. i know that song inside out because of that. it's a great song! anyway, the point is a picture of my mum that my cousins would often bring up, and whenever the picture was spotted by them, the disco jokes would come from all directions. that picture then became somewhat like a mythical thing to me since. as a result, when i got my first scanner, that picture was scanned. when my backup mishap occurred, i thought i had lost that picture. thankfully, the picture was recoverable. and so here's the picture:  until today, i still don't know what the deal is with the picture. maybe i'm too close to the picture to even begin guessing. i'm also trying to look for the picture of her wearing a wreath of flowers around her head, with her big shades, flowery blouse and bell-bottoms. i've seen it before but it has disappeared. i swear she must be hiding it. nonetheless, the picture above brings back lots of memories for me, because i know it was taken at a corner of my mum's parents' house. the house had a garden with a section cordoned off for cheery flowers (which my mum have always loved), a garage in which parked a classic off-white volkswagen beetle, a shed which the fearsome big black dog lived in (which i got chased by too many times, apparently because i always disturbed it), and a breezy patio that featured a rattan rocking chair as well as a rattan spherical chair that hung from its ceiling. my favourite feature of that house is the drain that ran around it, because i could fold paper boats and watch them sail. also, i'll always remember the high ceilings in the house, because it always made me feel safe and comfortable. and whenever chinese new year came around, the rooms in the house would be filled with relatives. not that i cared because i would be busy on the sunny court in front of the patio – setting off fireworks. my dad would be nearby tuning his sports car, which was sometimes parked in the garden when relatives visited and more space was needed for parking. he would also be playing music from the car stereo, and i would always enjoy the music because it made the scorching sunshine become something more than just heat and light. he would be tuning his car because at that time, he was still into racing with his friends. i remember being seated in the back once when he was racing with his friends. let's just say it was terrifying and i wouldn't like to experience it again. i remember once, i aimed a torpedo-type sparkler at my dad, who happened to be slacking under the tree next to the flowers. luckily, the whistling sound was loud enough for him to notice and he jumped out of the way. it zipped into the flowers and exploded, blasting a bunch of them into shreds. of course, i was laughing away because i saw my dad jumping away. in the end, i got away with just a little warning, because i was only five or something. i did apologise though. :) sadly, all that is no longer and will never come to be again. my grandmother had passed away, and the last time i was in that house, it was to attend her wake. the house had also lost quite a lot of its glow from before. also, i always wondered how my mum's father was like. i have never met him before. i think when i do return home one day, i'd like to pay the house a visit – if my mum wants to, that is. |
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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
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I just had the longest dinner with breaks in between on a $4 Char Koay Tiao. and the best part is i still cannot finish it. Thats how 'thumbs down' i have become.. |
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
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jean-marc just sent me this: i'm now replying with this. |
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as much as i enjoy the company of my friends in school, it can get pretty unproductive once the distractions snowball. not that i don't have distractions at home. for example, instead of simply buying lunch and finishing it in ten minutes as i usually do in school, i'd probably spend an hour cooking, eating, cleaning and all that jazz. of course, there is my music collection at home. after this tune, i'll be back to work. i promise! |
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