I could fill up a lifetime with all these what-ifs and what-could-have-beens.

Random thoughts:

1. My (relatively) new earphones work best on songs by those major label acts, like Coldplay, Hamasaki Ayumi, Utada Hikaru - the recording quality is awesome to begin with (you know it seriously makes a difference when even a mega yawn-fest like X&Y becomes semi-listenable), and the earphones really enhances this. Every bleep and shuffle is solid and crisp. Buay tahan. In contrast, the indie acts, who probably don’t have the best gear at their disposal, sound a bit lack-lustre/’muddy’, which is regrettable. I can only shudder (in a good way) at how orgasmically awesome fra-foa would sound with a better studio to work with.

2. My undead priest looks more like…Jack Sparrow than say….Gandalf. This is infinitely regrettable; I need better-looking gear, pronto.

3. I really only had 2 points to make, sadly.

ADDENDUMB

I just permitted myself to acquire Morning Musume’s 10th anniversary single collection. Clearly, I need to find something better to do with my life.

Hands down, the best thing that happened to me today - getting to know a HAWT Korean dude who’s studying in Vancouver atm. He’s visiting in August (tmd, better not clash with my trip), which is Quite Excite.

He speaks Mandarin too. Simon - he does bear an uncanny resemblance to your good friend WR, though. Unless I’ve gotten his face all mixed up (FR - URt3Zc).

I vaguely remember, last night, in a significant state of inebriation, I asked Rachel to show me her nipple, a request that she did not altogether decline (”Maybe when I am more drunk later”).

During a session of WoW today, the level 70 BE Rogue that was helping me level had to go off halfway to go Skype with ‘his man’. And that pang in my chest became very telling. That, really, it could’ve been anybody (who is not daft and who is not fug), and that, really, I’ve just been very needy of late.

I wish I knew when it was for real.

Ok will stop blogging like an emo teenager now.

You know you haven’t been clubbing in a significant amount of time when they start playing stuff that you aren’t familiar with (like Duffy’s Mercy).

Anyway, I haven’t had such FUN in ages. We nua-ed at Rich’s place, watched Hard Candy (beautiful colours for a truly disturbing film) and ate spring chicken and sambal stingray.

Subsequently, gh3y clubbing. Which was awesome. Fucking, fucking awesome. Was just the right level of high. And, I don’t know, I’m all at once, sad and happy. I had tons of fun but I just want to collapse into his arms now but I know he isn’t and won’t go for that.

Fuck la.

This is the finalised line-up for RSRF’08. Thankfully, they have put most of my favourite acts consecutively at the same stages. Though, a few dilemmas = how to catch Ando Yuko at Red Star Field, Bugy Craxone at Green Oasis, and Port of Notes at the Bohemian Garden AT THE SAME TIME! And on the 16th, Shakalabbits + Sherbets + Hajime Chitose all at different stages = sian jit puah.

STILL they have v. nicely put Quruli and Jihen on the same day, same stage, and Ringo and Zazen Boys and Mr.Children (!!!! - am actually verily verily excited about seeing them) likewise = awesomeness.

Today was, all things considered, a V.Good day, like, 9.5 on JS’s scale of Swimmy-ness. The only bad thing that kinda happened was me losing the stylus for my phone after dinner. But as I type this, my replacement pack of 3 should be on its way and hopefully I get it within the next couple of weeks.

So, uh, as the previous entry might have suggested, Source of Angst did, indeed, keep his word and ‘let me know’-ed. I’d go into the lurid details, but cannot lah, a bit paiseh. Interested fiends can ask me personally. Yea, I’m kinda bursting to talk about it, lah. I am a bit sunburnt now, but it’s all good; kinda miss the rough texture the chlorine gives my hair, anyway.

Dinner was… awesome. Botak Jones with mother and sis. 300grams of ribeye, perfectly medium-ed, all to myself. Fucking shiok.

Weekend’s looking up. Can’t wait for tomorrow!

ADDENDUM

OMG ゆらゆら帝国 is TEH SHITZZZ!! I can’t believe I kept passing up on them thinking they are some poseur visual-kei band for the longest time (how WRONG can I possibly get). If you like The Kinks, The Rolling Stones, etc, you will LOVE this band.

Shit man RSRF is looking up to be a shit jizzing awesome show. Fuck, fuck! Can’t wait!

And annoyingly, all the pent up angst and emo-ness et al kinda just magically dissipated at the precise moment you pulled up at the bus stop.

Random Fucktard:
shag ? what do you mean?
js:
fuck.
RF:
shag doesnt mean fuck
please check it up in the dictionary
js:
it does. in brit slang.
RF:
slang
not proper English
js:
by your logic
‘fuck’ isn’t proper english either
RF:
I never use the word at you earlier on
smile
js:
yea you didnt
but the pt im trying to get across
is that we dont use proper english all the time
i mean
your last sentence isn’t grammatical
so i don’t see what the problem is
smile.

You cannot send or receive a message from -insert name of RF- because you’ve blocked this contact.

I’m digging my nose liberally now; fucking shiok. Digging nose > men who who spurn, quite possibly.

I’m feeling impossibly chill now. It may be because Rie fu’s voice makes one feel like one is on a hammock sipping pina colada. But I suspect it’s mostly just ‘cos I managed to get the day off tomorrow.

Me: Sir, do you need me around tomorrow?
Boss: Why, clear off ah? Go lor.

+1

I am aching all over now, but it is a nice sort of ache. I mean, I have to endure excruciating pain if I want to reach behind to scratch my back now, but still, it makes me feel alive, sort of. Quite possibly, I’m two thirds on my way to getting over frivolous crush on random older person (that is, if we conveniently ignore the fact that I asked him out tomorrow, to which he replied, predictably “Ok I let u know again” -.-).

Okay, I have the whole night ahead of me. Wow, wank, watch Cashback. Gee, alliteration - this is coming to me pretty effortlessly, so I’m not sure why they haven’t awarded me the Nobel prize for lit yet.

Seriously, I think Coldplay would be exponentially better if Chris Martin just sang unintelligible garble instead of actual words, ‘cos the stuff he writes in his songs makes my eyes go into rolling overdrive.

(”Those who are dead are not dead / They’re just living my head ” - srsly? I think I wrote better bad poetry when I was in sec 3)

That said, the new album is actually… pretty good! After the ridiculously bombastic yawn-fest (I suppose I must grudgingly concede that it is a feat in itself that they were able to make music that can be described with 2 such diametrically opposed expressions) that was X&Y.

Because life is a bore, in general, I’ve decided to just acquire a shitload of new music and keep listening and listening and drown myself in the sounds till I vomit. Quite shiok, actually; best accompanied with chocolate.

ADDENDUM

In conjunction with my rediscovering my love for being an unabashed listener of good music, I have reinstated Drink to Die. It’s a bit shabby at the moment, but I will give it a nicer (original) header once I acquire the means to scan my photos, and hopefully I will not be too inert to utilise such useful avenues as Mediafire to spread the music love in future (cos it’s just Too Easy to just slap on an embedded video from youtube that will likely be removed in 2 weeks, or something.