E - 'Hello Cruel World'

Definitely a SNAFU: Situation Normal - All Fucked Up.

Couldn't be happier.

Discovering: Kylie Minogue - 'Confide in Me' (French version)

And the last time I actually hand-write a journal entry was ...

12^th February 2006.

Taking Solace In: Zubeidaa OST - 'Hai Na'

calo kahī.n dūr hi jāe
nayī ek duniyā basāe
suno nā
vahā.n bas mai.n aur tum ho
muhabbat me.n hum gum ho

Enjoying: Imogen Heap - 'Missing You'

I feel so jealous, so miserable, I can almost cry.

I must stop it.

Stop it.

Discovering: Of Montreal - 'I Was Never Young'

I remember my first (male) crush: it was on a guy born under the Leo constellation.

If I still hadn't learned to take what Leonine males tell me with a fucking sack of salt, then I deserve all that's coming to me.

Discovering: Benevento-Russo Duo - 'Play Pause Stop'

The man with the half-ponytail glided pass Doggie and me on roller blades and a backpack, singing, "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

He sounded just like Rod Stewart.

And no, stranger, you have not.

Enjoying: Persephone's Bees - 'Nice Day'

In the middle of covering Sara for her Level 3 class, Jess walked in and I was so happy.

Jess is back!

As her colleague, I'm damn happy to have her back; as her friend, I'd question why she'd even come back to this snake-pit.

And I prefer being her friend.

But I was still pretty damn happy to see her.

Joy - Jess is back!

Enjoying: Snowglobe - 'Happy'

Gotta be the most painful SGD 80 I've spent so far. Literally.

Still, it's made me so. Fucking. Hyper.

And a little giddy ... no, wait - the giddiness comes from having not eaten since 07:30.



(And I'm gonna name you ... Kiran, baby, 'cuz that's what you are.)

Looping: Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - 'Mustt Mustt' (Massive Attack Remix)

Tomorrow, I will go get it ... because I have an outfit that'll look great with it.

Tomorrow is the day, because I can't wait to wear my new outfit.

Okay, that, if nothing else, gotta be the dumbest reason - ever - to get it, I know: so frivolous, so ... girlish.

(But I'm still gonna get it - tomorrow, baby.)

Sulking To: Natural Calamity - And That's Saying A Lot [Natural Calamity Alt Remix]

Even my parents have remarked, "It's a public holiday - are you sure you have to go to work?"

Fuck, yes.

And I'm not the only one grumbling either - the sky's on my side, grumbling with me.

So there.

Chilling To: Piana - 'Something Is Lost'

I wish I'd taken some courses in Māori and Māori literature.

In the story about the birth of Maui, was the infant first found by the ponaturi or the patupaiarehe?

(Also Kiwi-related: the second audio-blog I've came across, so far, that featured a Fat Freddy's Drop track - yay!)

Discovering: Elliott Smith - 'Miss Misery' (piano version)

Even though the thermometer wouldn't have pronounced me feverish, I can feel a slow, insidious heat in me, like there's a fire dancing beneath my skin - especially my palms.

As if that isn't crappy enough, a bamboo pole fell on me, hitting me on my mouth, leaving me with lips cut on my own teeth.

Sick and injuried: some girls have all the luck, eh?

Discovering: Clean - 'Anything Could Happen'

Geeta recently remarked I don't seem like a cynic or a skeptic (the cynic/skeptic thingy is wholly made up by Mr. P., I swear; I mean, me - a cynic and a skeptic? Please ...) after reading some stuff I wrote in my younger days.

I was thinking about it last night, and have since concluded: if I ever seem cynical or skeptical, then I'm only protecting myself.

Sometimes, believing wounds and hurts.

Discovering: Tall Dwarves - 'Nothing's Going To Happen'

I'm never going back there.

N.E.V.E.R.

Funny how before I gave in to that boredom-driven impulse, my mind was tsk-tsking, "You're gonna regret it ... you're gonna regret it ... you're gonna regret it ..."

Not-so-funny how I never listen, never learn.

I've been thinking I'm okay now: I'm still not.

Discovering: Chris Knox - 'Not Given Lightly'

When he stared off into space, eyes darting about like fireflies, and didn't say a word for a moment that lazily stretched itself like a cat, that was when she worked hard at pretending the silence didn't bother her a single bit.

That was what he did when he was thinking. (So she stared off on her own, thinking about what he might be thinking of.)

When he spoke, he said things that sounded too good to be true.

So she took them as false.

Looping: Ludivine Sagnier - 'Papa T'es Plus Dans Le Coup'

It's better that I got something pierced than something inked ... right?

I mean, at the very least, if and when I got tired of it, I can always just unscrew the stud and let the flesh heal over.



But what I really want is the ink - I want something in white UV, on my forearm.

I wonder if it would be worth the prolonged parental reproval.