Wednesday, September 30, 2009

i'm a bit lost, having too many choices. i want to love. but you know, maybe i don't even have the time. so it's good, perhaps, tt i dont have ONE special someone now. no commitment. just a whole lot of touching bases with no homeruns. like playing on an eternally circling pitch without a home plate. when will this end? do i really want it to?

:: Plane - jason mraz

Sophia - nerina pallot

thanks juli.

Monday, September 28, 2009

:: Stronger Than Jesus - a camp

my newest favourite song. love love love it.

went to nms to watch little shop of horrors with uncleparty the other day. i dont remember the show being so musical. it was almost like rocky horror picture show. same time, i guess. then in his car i heard a camp and i realised tt i hadn't seen my a camp songs since forever. who knows where they went. so anywya, back home and youtubed it, as i always do.

acoustic gig at arts house this weekend. excited but pretty nervous, since we only just settled our setlist last night. marcus has a pretty nice original.

Don't you know love is stronger than Jesus?
Don't you know love can kill anyone?
So bring it on; wars and diseases
You know that love can do you like a shotgun.


cck cemetery yesterday cos granny's bday was.. erm last week or this week or something. i've never really bothered to remember everyone's birth days. well anyway, i got there first and went to the flower shop and picked up lots of flowers- 7$ to be exact. and then tried to remember the way to grave. gave granny the red rose and a sprig of purple orchids and two brightly-coloured sunfloweresque flowers. duno wat they're called. then spent the next 15 mins trying to ration the other flowers to the lonely graves. sometimes it feels i'm an indie movie all by myself; trudging through unkempt graves in my kebaya and jeans, jumping over drains, taking random pictures of the sky and the egrets, my open bag and my stuff strewn all over someones marble grave. i always remember to smile at the pictures, so they don't get angry with me.

cousin's wedding tmr night and i'm going full-on with the bibik getup. i'm actually worried i'm gonna be more gaudy than the bride, which i predict will be pretty embarrassing.

it feels i know what i think of you
it feels we know what we think of each other
does lust play a part in this?
does lust play a part in this?
does lust play a part in this?
does lust play a part in this?
can you be a part of this?


so.. i had this really dirty dream last night involving someone i know. but then i woke up so delighted; i'm not sure if i should be feeling bad at all.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

:: Sweet Disposition - the temper trap (on constant replay)

why are you fighting sleep, amelia?

why do i like men with dark pasts? hate experience-less morons. guess i like knowing i'm not the only one of the two with things to hide. makes me feel regular almost. and it's interesting. yeah. ok mornite.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

mike patton scares the fucking shit out of me. ugh. i refuse to have anything to do with him. i don't care tt pple think he's a musical genius.. i'm not covering any of his originals. dammit i'm gonna get nightmares. GAH.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

it's too late to be up. i wonder how the nidji concert went. really wanted to go for tt cos i think i wouldve enjoyed it. but work is work.

today: new kebayas. ♥ ♥ ♥. there was steamboat too. and book vouchers. and a little liondancing boy. and oh ya, i miss poutine too. i also miss the smell of the reservoir, among a great deal of other things- like the smell of someone else's skin.

tmr: i wanna see dead sea scrolls, meet with band, maybe stay at daddy's place. in the further future, i want to marry kelly jones. marry me, kelly jones- i fucking love you. bloody hell i forgot i have more than 30 compositions to mark by monday.

:: Sweet Disposition - the temper trap

i've found a new beat, there's no time to sleep.

and selamat hari raya aidilfitri.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

:: jimmy - moriarty

sometimes i wonder what i do up so late. but then i'm sure i'm not the only one (wondering, i mean - not staying up late).

been reading the coupland book i got for cheap. i must admit, all the smartass quips can be overkill when i'm not in a receptive mood. otherwise it's pretty good fodder. lots of quotable quotes. lots of things tt speak to me. i like spotting quotable excerpts from bks i like and mulling them over. at least i have the mental capacity to spot quotable things from a book. as opposed to tt fucked up loser who told me he liked "quotes". ---- attention: imminent egotrip/diss-piss --- He'd just go round taking pics of or copying down quotes he saw- like stuff someone else had already quoted. i dunno.. now i think bout it, tt seems pretty pointless. and lame. cos everything's a quotable quote if you really think bout it. it's simply a question of perception. maybe he thought chalking up a collection of clever-sounding quotes would make him produce some clever ones himself. well no chance of tt. here, let's take a look at the nominees, dahling:

"I'm the kind of person that knows when he finds something special, and he never lets go."

"I'll always love you, amelia."

"I'll never let anyone hurt you."

"I'm sorry. I have no choice... I love her. I have no choice."




my, tt last one's a real winner isn't it. what a fucker. seriously. --oh stop being so bitter.


:: mr nice nose - nadia
as i was waiting for my turn for the dr to poke around at my boobs (which turned out to be a more ticklish than traumatic experience), i sat across this really pretty girl whose face i couldnt stop staring at. she had cropped slightly brown-highlighted hair on top of her dainty face. big brown eyes which you couldn't imagine closed, a nice dainty nose, nice-sized ears and a really dainty - but not annoyingly so - chin. sort of like a pixie with big eyes, sans the elvish ears. she was really slim. with slender limbs. i guess it wasn't just the face, but the whole look and the aura she exuded. i just wanted to sit and stare at her the whole fucking day. im guessing she was an airstewardess cos she acted and looked like one (an sq one, i.e.). and well, if she wasn't one, she ought to be have been. i'd sit any plane she was on. and i kept rummaging through my brain files to see if she reminded me of anyone but no one came to mind. still, there was something so familiar bout her. a breast-check later, i found myself in a rental bookstore a couple of floors dwn. being the ocd freak i am, i had to walk every aisle and look even at every section so i wouldnt miss anything. at the "local" shelf, i picked up some book by bonny hicks. ive read her signature bk before and wasnt impressed but i just needed to pick something up so i did and when i turned to see the see the blurb, bonny's picture caught my eye and i realised tt my pixie girl looked like bonny hicks. i'm not satisfied though. i am sure it's not bonny hicks she reminded me of and tt the resemblance to her is just a complete distraction of a coincidence.

Monday, September 07, 2009

sortof eventful past two weeks.

met up with rima, jing and karin for vegetarian food in chinatown. very amusing how much (combined) effort it took for us just to order in mandarin.

jing places order.
prc waitress: chingchongchingchong
jing: (looks at karin for help) ??
karin: er.. black sauce. (to me) tt means black sauce right?
me: er ya i think so. (to self) chingchongchingchong... erm ya sounds like black sauce to me)
jing: (to waitress) erm ya ok. i'll have tt.
rima: xie xie.

hahahaa. it's not tt our chinese is bad. if she had said "dao you", we'd know exactly what she meant. but she said it in mandarin. totally threw us off there. it kind of disturbs me when i try to order local food and the prc server doesn't understand what i'm saying. i say chee cheong fun, she says zhu chang fen; i say char kway teow, she says chao guo tiao; i say cheng tng, she says qing tang. if its a hokkien dish, why can't the prc server just learn the hokkien name for it because tt's what it goes by?? similarly, you wouldn't have someone working at the nasi lemak stall asking you if you want "extra scaly hairfin anchovies with your coconut rice". you'd be like WTF. plus, calling different food by their original names makes them more unique, you know? maybe i'm just being anal, but i believe eating is all bout the experience. if i eat "luo mai gai", i feel like wah i'm experiencing cantonese cuisine.. as opposed to eating (insert mandarin name for luo mai gai), just another "chinese food". homogeny can present itself as a real bitch when you're a sucker for variety. where's the love in diversity, ya'll? and how did we go from recounting my exciting life to a dissing socio-linguistic peeves? tsk.

baybeats. only managed to make saturday. went there with shaun and alicia but they left when markie and the boys came. then terence came, then daddy came, then julius. i'm glad i went to watch meza virs even though i'm not a metal fan. fantastic presence and got the crowd really excited. quite funny though.. the whole throaty thing. oh they did a gothic metal ish cover of love song. their stuff is not the kind i'd listen to on radio or cd but i'd love to watch them live again. opposition party was good too.. with their mr samurai/ninja fella, though they didn't have the whole crazy cedric vox and jonny and tripped out female keyboardist haha. but at the powerhse especially, the sound system didn't do the bands justice. markie turned to us in the middle of the meza virs set and said: this is the first metal/rock gig i've been to where i can actually talk to you guys. and even though i'm not crazy bout the whole glottal roaring thing, i was a bit bothered tt the vox couldn't be heard loudly enough.

the whole night was almost like a mcm reunion of sorts. saw elias doing the spraypainting thing.. and indra- haven't seen him in ages!.. the last i heard (more than 3 years ago) was tt his visa in spore was expiring. but i guess he got it worked out. wanted to talk to him but i was on the ph and he walked off with his friend. and then saw josh, when we went to check out the pinoy band. he said his two bands' cds were on sale at the merch booth and i shamelessly asked if i could dwnld them off him. HAHAA. and then saw shaiful, and then michelle. she told me she was still teaching eng. cool beans. i didn't realise i had any friends my age who had also foraged into efl teaching. so anyway, it could be cos i'm growing old, but baybeats feels diff. the last time i went was 2006 i think. where i bumped into uncleparty hahaa. aside frm juli, i onloy saw ONE guy i recognised frm fsv. jules says it's diff cos it's become a gahmen thing. he's prob right but i think it's alos cos we're getting old. we're fucking old, julius. or rather, old is fucking us. anyways, the the silly little boys left early and daddy left soon after and it was just me, julius and terence. haha. just like tt no-smoking gig we went to. BEAT! started at 11 o'clock. kind of like the outdoor poptart thing they had in 06, which is juts my thing. bopping and gyrating and headbanging and handdancing and clapping and shouting along. i got so high from the adrenalin rush, my hands couldn't stop shaking 20 mins after we had stopped dancing. mummy made a fuss on sms and julius sent me home on his bike.. mummy made a big fuss when i got back. she was sitting in front of the tv with her imgonnatakeyouonaguilttrip face. and of course tt's exactly what she did. but as i lay in bed that mornite, i was still tripping frm the dancing and the scary bike ride tt i couldn't get to sleep. oh what a night.

next day, mama's bday. had semi-demi-fun. couldve been more gratifying if not for the familiar familial faux pas, and naik atas-ness and unyielding, unnecessary pride of various family members. made me wonder if i wouldve been happier just going for baybeats day3.

teachers day was fun. went back to sch to amuse myself and collect a whole paperbagful of presents. kids can be so sweet and so strange. then tutoring my two new students. tt was slightly painful. i hate it when my students start looking at their watched every 5 mins cos then i feel like i'm torturing them and tt's really the last thing i wanna do. i've always hated boring tuition teachers so why the fuck would i wanna do tt to anyone. but it's gotten better this week; the little one (and i do mean LITTLE) enjoyed my lesson so much, when we had finished he was like "c fini??? oh." *surprised french look* and tt made me feel real good. their dad's an artist, just like anne. how cool. i love french artists who enjoy living in singapore and who let me tutor their kids. HAHA.

after tt, jamming for feast day. we're getting lots better and i'm pretty content with the progress. also jammed just now at sonofa (twice a week!) and though we're not super, we've improved so much frm our last nativity gig. whee! i'm always so happy when i jam. don't fall sick, don't fall sick.

me and karin met with karol and jon for dindin. yes- to make a din, really. undersized meal portions, moonlight okos, japanese desserts with no service charge, and talk of marriage, cheap bridegrooms, the dearth of certain persons' sexual activity, my overbearing mother all included.

ok mother coming out to scold me now: 1.42am. fuck. gtg