Fifteen. Fools.

Other people's troubles have got me brain going to places it damn well shouldn't.

An ass is an ass is an ass. No amount of fantasy and slight of hand will change this. Damn the bastard for not being an ass. It would make things so much easier.

I think I'm just deprived of testosterone. I barely see Auntie Harizah thanks to NS. And there's no school. So the sanity-saving conversations about Whatever with dudes are Not Happening for obvious reasons. Which wouldn't be a problem for most females who delight in the company of their own kind. Except I don't particularly. And spent most of my formative years harassing, fighting, hanging, talking complete crap or just stoning with guys. Unfortunately, a large percentage of the male population seems to still Be In their formative years i.e The Maturity of Dirty-minded Tadpoles. So one can't even START a regular bro-ship because they're so busy being Ubermen Grunt Grunt and suffering from "Girls=Reproduction or Nothing" Syndrome.

FOR FUCKS SAKE I JUST WANT A DECENT CHAT. YO. I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT YOU HAVE BALLS. SO LONG YOU DON'T HAVE BREASTS. Although if you have both I won't hold it against you.

I think I might just go bonkers. Oestrogen is Irritating. And Testosterone needs to get over itself.

Ah screw them all. Bed is more important. Bed loves me back. And we have plenty good Bro-ship goin' on. HOYEAH.

FOURTEEN. FUCKING HELLS

GOD. GODLY GACKT. THE MAN ABOVE ALL OTHERS. THE ONE AND ONLY.

IS FUCKING COMING TO SINGAPORE IN OCTOBER WITH HIS DEARS.

I MUST REMEMBER TO BREATHE.

IT'S INHALE THEN EXHALE. RIGHT. YES. CAN.

I THINK. I AM STILL IN SHOCK FROM THE IMPROBABILITY OF THIS.

FUCK SCHOOL. I CAMPING OUT AT CHANGI AIRPORT.

Thirteen. Is Annoying.

I WANTS MY COPY OF ROLLING STONE.

VERY BADLY.

RIGHT NOW.

Also, the Warzone aka My Room is gradually clearing. Soon there will be discussion about a Peace Treaty. It's a strange feeling to have so much VISIBLE and ACCESSIBLE floor space. 8D

I just realised that this blog is collecting dust so I'll ramble about some mundane things to fill the space and pretend that I'm Updating with Useful Stuff.

I have a little hill of clothing to alter/use to Crazy Sewing Projects. My Ichigo Hoodie is almsot done. Just need to tidy up the seams and figure out something nice for the sleeves. Short sleeves are just. Plain. And Boring.

AND, I has a solution for my Pant Problems. WHICH IS NOT WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU GUTTER-MINDED PEOPLE. Too many jeans/pants = wrestling to get stuff out even if I hang them all. SO, IKEA's wire basket-drawer things for the win!! I can see them AND access them. SO GENIUS. SWEDISH PEOPLE ARE SECRETLY JAPANESE. They are so ingenious and devious and have rather nice meatballs. And brownies.

NOW HUNGER. I CIAO.

Twelve. Clubs to the Head

Regarding AI8 Results: 

FUCK.

Eleven. Encompassed Continents

Sabna just reminded me that the results for AI8 is out. The suspense is KILLING ME. What to do, what to do! I want to know but it might spoil the show later. 

And just how creepy and appropriate that Queen's SAVE ME starts playing right after Sabna ciaoed back to her table. 

Ten. Commandments

With the madness that was Pre-Japan preparation and the settling down Post-Japan, this little work-blog of mine is in a sad state. 

Not that anyone reads this but Exquisite Squid was a good diversion for the damned-slow days at work. In a job like this, it's better to Have Work than None At All. It's tricky business slacking off on the Internet so time goes by at an agonisingly slow pace without real work to do. (No matter how mind-numbing it may be.)

It's real quiet today at work. Sha's not here since she's resting her dislocated shoulder at home, as she should with 4 days of MC, and Nessa left for S.Korea this morning at 12.15am. 

I don't particularly mind the quiet. It's preferable to never-ending chatter or tedious conversation. I get some think-time for a change and can spend hours just plugged into my Zen, type-type-typing away.

Although, just coming into the office and looking at the clock, I can imagine she's already touched down and roaming the land of her dreams already. 

Makes me wistful for the Homeland again as I remember Our Touchdown at Narita. The little thrill I felt almost all the time just...Being There at long last. And also, a measure of Relief and Security. I felt so comfortable in Japan, like it wasn't just a distant goal or a long journey, but my Here and Now. 

Satisfaction, yes, there was a lot of that. And enthralled. I was enthralled by everything. The people, the food, the ways, the trains, the places, the weather and just about everything else. 

I find that I don't just miss a few aspects but well, all of it. The food I can get here perhaps, it's just a matter of money, the people I could hunt down but Tokyo as a three dimensional place and experience cannot be gotten anywhere but Tokyo. 

I miss wandering the streets at 3 in the morning to drift aimless from aisle to bizarre aisle in Donki, looking at anything from hairdryers and false eyelashes to cupboards and Westwood Jewellery. I miss being able to get a hot beef bowl at any hour of the day. I miss the friendliness and civilty of the people. I miss the music of the language and beauty of their culture. 

I miss how everything can be so new and strange and wonderful and yet feel perfectly, marvelously like Home.

Before I had only dreamed of living there, now I Believe in it. 

Nine. Pieces of Eight.

The first time ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes.
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave,
To the dark and the endless sky, my love.
And the first time ever I kissed your mouth,
I felt the earth move through my hands.
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you,
I felt your heart so close to mine.
And I know our joy would fill the earth,
And last till the end of time, my love.

The first time ever I saw your face.

~Johnny Cash

I really do love this time of the year. 

I have a show to freak out about and music to look forward to. 

It isn't always mindblowing but the time is worth it for the moments when it is. 

Eight. Dollars of Happiness

By May 9th I would have insanely bad High Blood Pressure.

I should be able to conquer the world.

I will be terribly impoverished. 

I will, hopefully, by praising the Lord until Kingdom Come. 

Seven. Times Seven Times Seven

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL. 8D

Six. Sets of Sense.

Today I type a bajillion letters and the Folks return from the Land of the Rising Sun.

Depressingly, no X Concert tickets. And, since circumstances are so annoyingly impossible, it feels too easy to give up now. After searching and googling, worrying and gnashing teeth, I feel quite exhausted by the whole affair.

But. I can't. Give it up.

The timing of our trip is too bloody perfect for me to just let go of it.
WE. WILL BE. THERE. ON BOTH DAYS. THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE THAT I AM IN JAPAN AND X IS PERFORMING SO HOW CAN I NOT-GO.

I have, however, given up being anxious about it everyday. I leave my fate in the hands of the Kinken Shoppu and random scalpers at the venue itself when we get to Tokyo.

Then and only then, if we are unable to get the tickets despite all efforts, I will gladly surrender as I would have done everything in my power, save terrorising Japanese people everywhere I go and/or paying an extortionate 600 SGD (There are, after all, limits to my devotion. I'd rather spend that money on a mountain of Japanese music and catch them some time later/eventually/in the future at Bangkok which is infinitely cheaper in every way.)

Five. Drinks to your Health.

The recipe for a Suffering Bastard:

• 1.5 oz of rum
• 1 oz of overproof rum
• 3/4 oz Orange Curacao liqueur
• 1/2 oz orgeat syrup
• 1 oz fresh lime juice
• 2 oz fresh orange juice

Apparently it is followed by the Dying Bastard, Dead Bastard and a Mai Tai. The fifth drink is for your Hangover the next day.

Here's to my suffering bastards, wherever you may be right now.

Four. Ever and Ever.

Strangely enough, Swensen's baked rice (and I think food in general) is much better than Delifrance's stuff although the portions are smaller.

In other news, Quruli, Spitz and Bump of Chicken are currently in heavy rotation. Odd considering that I'm usually into heavier stuff. IT MUST BE OLD AGE.

Three. Bucks for 3 Litres

1 dollar for 1 litre of Apple Juice. (from No Frills)

I do believe this is quite awesome.

So is this site: http://www.housemdquotes.com/

But then, that's more or less a Universal Fact already.

Two. For the Stage.

Downloading X Japan's Hong Kong Live from the 17th via devious means. I happily occupy the state of Psyched yet Again. 

Also in process of clearing out computer and room. I am personifying productivity right now. Achieving zen with my Zen, I am content. 

EDIT: WHY THE SHIT IS BLOGGER MUCKING UP MY TEXT. THIS IS WHY I TURNED TO LJ. 

One. Will Always Go Astray

There is rather a lot I want to do. But I haven't the energy to bother with any of them. This thrice damned nose is beyond frustrating. I need to alter the other leg of my pants and several other pairs of pants. I want to eat dinner. I want to continue working on my Japan Gaido. I would like a glass of 水瓜 ジュース. I wish memorising Katakana was easier. I wish I could access LJ at work. I want to finish that mini-Kinchaku I was working on. I want to write something brilliant and inspired.

And I also really really want to sleep.

It is Finished.