what i want is an explanation

mosh.04 is in three days. i've got to get a move on, haven't i?

i have finagled three microphone stands from the victoria school audio visual department, and will try to finagle a mixer out of them as well. but the finagling must end soon, if it doth not it shall beth too lateth.

so. why am i going to mosh.04?

one - basically i will be the cable guy. and i kind of like that.

two - would i rather "chaperone" my sister on another one of her whims, or stay at home and surf?

three - just in case i never see this lot again

four - i've never been to a real party before

and number four's true. unless you count lamo birthday parties [i don't], mucking around someone's multi-million-dollar mansion for hours and days, when my mother dragged me into a discotheque, and lamo parties in school [again, i don't].

Throw ’em a fake and a finagle/They’ll never know you’re just a bagel/Razzle dazzle ’em/And they’ll beg you for more!/Give ’em the old razzle dazzle/Razzle dazzle ’em/Back since the days of old methuselah/Everyone loves the big bamboozler

i've reworded some carols to suit me. i know it's past christmas, but no-one really cared anyway, so piss off.

Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree
why is my fa-ther still here?

deck the halls with boughs of holly,
fa-lalalala-la-la-la-la
send father back to new guinea,
fa-lalalala-la-la-la-la

jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
oh, what fun it'll be to see my phone again, hey!

Nokia seems to have been taken out of Minority Report at the last minute. whilst watching a DVD copy at my aunt's place on christmas day [amongst brats running about whirling and blowing on noisemakers] i looked out for all the product placements and ads, be it for real products or otherwise. Lexus, Bvlgari, Guinness, but no Nokia!

surprising, considering the whole hoo-hah they had when Minority Report came out. the whole tie-in with the 7650 and the whole 'look into the future' thing with the plastic prop they used as a future phone in the movie.

but, they must have cut funding at the last minute or something. the phones used in the movie are now unrecognizable as any particular model, save for modified-3650 used in the advertisement-assault corridor scene. if you look closely you'll see 'connecting people' zooming past the same screen that had the modified-3650 spinning about.

but no Nokia logo. ha!

"There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine

There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good"

- "Love Profusion", Madonna

insomnia

i've taken to not sleeping. meaning, for a day, i stay awake through the morning [i consider 12 AM to 12 PM the morning] and go about the rest of the next day feeling hung over.

why? this time it's because i slept through going to my sister's collection of her posting results. slept through meaning i was in bed, possibly snoring, when i was supposed to be going with her.

tomorrow i have been decreed to be the one accompanying her to her posted school [serangoon garden secondary, which i have thus far not heard of] to register and get appeal forms.

hence i came to the conclusion: if i do not sleep, i will not have a problem waking.

as Gustav Graves said in Die Another Day: "There'll be plenty of time for sleep when you're dead."

i'll be ok, so long i have my coffee and my panadol.

i wish i were in Laos too. however rough it is, it'll be a real vacation from home, unlike the the KL trip i just had.

oh. and i've just noticed that i've been forgetting to add the day of the week in a few of my previous posts. hmm.

"becasue we can can-can!"

- "Because We Can", Fatboy Slim

twelve-fifty-one, seven-thirty, fourteen-fifty-nine.

it's seven-sodding-thirty in the bloody morning.

i don't know why i am awake.

i hate my father, still.

he "helped himself" to cash from my wallet two days ago.

i eagerly await his return to Papua New Guinea.

and also the return of my SIM to me.

i am on what i expect to be the first of three cups of coffee.

i have sod-all to do right now.

someone help me.

please?

"Talk to me now I'm older
Your friends'll do 'cause I told her
Friday night's a bit lonely
Change your plans and then phone me

We could go and get forties
Fuck going to that party
Oh really, your folks are away now?
Alright, let's go
You convinced me

12:51 is the time my voice
found the words I sought
Is it this stage I want?
The world is shutting up for us
Oh we were tense for sure
But we was confident

Kiss me now that I'm older
I won't try to control you
Friday night's a bit lonely
Take it slow but don't warn me

We'd go out and get forties
Then we'd go to some party
Oh really, your folks are away now?
Alright I'm coming
I'll be right there"

- "12:51", The Strokes

mister cellophane

Chicago makes even Orchard Road seem magic.

i'm still waiting for it to feel like it's really my birthday, or at least like it really was just a few days ago.

i'm not sure if going out to watch Love Actually with matt, pat, vin, dax and xuan made it better or worse.

my moron of a father makes his return to Singapore today.

tomorrow, i shall be disconnected from Singapore's GSM network by his equally useless Nokia 8910.

don't call me, unless you'd like to deal with him, with just one more brain what a half-wit he'd be.

feel free to text me though. he doesn't know what SMS is.

"A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk you're bound to see him there
Unless that human being next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You
Know
Who. . .

Shoulda been my name
Mister cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister cellophane

'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there

I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time"

- "Mister Cellophane", John C Reilly

the seventeenth anniversary

today marks the seventeeth anniversary of my popping out of my mother's uterus in 1986.

bon anniversaire pour moi.

"The French are glad to die for love

A kiss on the hand
Maybe quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend

A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat or
Help you feed your *um* pussy cat

Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear shaped
These rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend"

- "Sparkling Diamonds", Nicole Kidman