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.