Monday, July 16, 2007

James Kochalka - 'Honey I Sure Miss You' (Daniel Johnston cover)

Wil passed me a neatly folded sweatshirt before the movie began, "just in case you get cold later." He's such a sweetheart - glad he's a brother. (Tee hee!)

It reminded me about that first movie with Pumpkin.

Transformers was pretty fucking awesome. I was so tensed my back seized up a little. Could only clutch at Wil's (neatly folded) sweatshirt as nobody's hand was available. =(

Where's Pumpkin? I need to clutch at someone's hand and someone needs to shield my eyes.

=...(

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My Chemical Romance - 'Teenagers'

Album: The Black Parade

It's late Sunday afternoon. My newest baby is nearly 72 hours old, and, officially, she has already beat Fern in subterfuge. (Fern lasted less than 24 hours.)

But I'm already getting over-antsy and wish I'd be found out soon. I should've been found out by now.

On the other hand, I'm a coward, I don't want the blow-out I know will follow; and I don't have any lies or excuses worked out, even now.

Am stuck between a rock and a bloody hard place, and I'd put myself there ...

=(

Saturday, July 14, 2007

REM - 'Everybody Hurts'

Album: Automatic For The People

Maybe it's because I thought he not only looked boyish but also is boyish that when he asked me, "Did it hurt?", he just seemed so darn heartbreakingly sweet.

I told him 'not really' then mumbled something about it hurting more when you could actually see the needle puncturing your skin at high velocity than when you couldn't.

The truth was: It never did hurt as much as my heart when I thought what I thought.

Later, I would describe it to Affy and Germ as, "It doesn't hurt as much as a broken heart."

I guess nothing will.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Goldfrapp - 'Number 1'

Album: Supernature

I danced in the shower!

Nothing much, just a couple of body-isolation movements, really; moved without really thinking. I think I'm ready to dance again. So nice to dance with the shower running, joy joy joy to dance with water!

Tomorrow, the shit hits the fan.

And I was the one who'd flung it.

'Tis okay: I'm dancing again.

=)

Wilson Philips - 'Hold On'

Album: Wilson Philips

I know there is pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains
No one can change your life except for you
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind, mmm
Is it really fair to feel this way inside

Someday somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you gonna let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things'll go your way
Hold on for one more day


OMG. Nicole ... =|

Gah! Nicole!

He's still lip-synching and dancing with his boa in my head!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Wilson Philips - 'Hold On'

Album: Wilson Philips

First stop was Alecs'. After I left, he called to tell me I'd left my T.S. Eliot Collected Poems behind. =/ The last time around, I'd left a copy of Chaucer's Sexual Poetics at Stege. I always seem to be leaving good books behind ...

Then was off to Happy Endings: Asian Boys Vol. 3. It was a fan-fucking-tabulous play ... except after the interval, there are parts that seemed to be preaching to the choir, so to speak. Bought a copy of Peculiar Chris (my adolescent fairytale-bible) and had it autographed by the author. =)

Am still miffed that there are no fairytales for little gay girls to look forward to in Singapore. It doesn't matter whether you're gay or not, it's the little boys who get everything, it seems ...

=(

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

रवि राग्स खोते - 'Pretty Woman'

Album: कल हो ना हो OST

कौन है वो अनजानी
वो है कोई काली या कोई किरण
या है कोई कहानी
उससे जितना देखूं उतना सोचूँ
क्या उससे मैं कहे दूं

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Rickie Lee Jones - 'Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying'

Album: Flying Cowboys

The aches never really went away; am bruised for good.

Since I don't want to ache, I've rerouted my mind a little. Seems to work: All thoughts are beginning to be directed to something more concrete, more now.

But I'll allow myself this little grouse: I miss being treated like a princess.

Oh where have those days gone?

=(

Monday, July 09, 2007

Amy Winehouse - 'You Know I'm No Good'

Album: Back To Black

Suddenly, earworm is gone, and air rushes in to fill the vacuum. The static of white noise.

It's always a little strange after you emerged from a deep sea dive. Need to get your land legs first.

Waking up has been disorienting.

Perhaps I'd overslept.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Dolores O'Riordan - 'Human Spirit'

Album: Are You Listening?

I've no story to tell.

=(

Tummy still queasy.

Lizzie West - 'Chariots Rise'

Album: Secretary OST

The chariots
They rise up high in the sky
What a fool am I
To fall so in love
What a wonderful dream
It seems to be
'Cause I love him


Gaah! Insidious, persistent earworm!

=/

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Evanescence - 'Call Me When You're Sober'

Album: The Open Door

"That person you were talking about - is it Wil?"

Gaah. Wil - whatthefuck? - Wil?! No, it is not Wil!

This is why I don't like talking to people about my puzzles: they assume too fucking much; more to that, they follow their fucking train of assumptions to a possibly logical but completely incorrect end.

At that very moment, lacking a wall and the energy to move my body, I thought: I need a Harvey fucking Wallbanger.

Lizzie West - 'Chariots Rise'

Album: Secretary OST

One cherry from Jen, one from my Appletini, and the bartender gave me three more arranged on a lovely bed of Blue Curacao-ed crushed ice out of the blue.

I got sober before we got into the cab.

Head pounding now. Sober, but with no cognitive abilities.

Yet, it seems almost laughable now - never mind a Gordian one, what knot? I prolly tied that knot in my head and imagined it there. It was never there in the first place.

Head pounding.



What a fool am I ...

Friday, July 06, 2007

Lizzie West - 'Chariots Rise'

Album: Secretary OST

There's no one I can talk to, no one I can tell.

But it's just so incredibly stupid to expect someone to understand when I myself don't.

I want to close my eyes and sleep, I feel like killing myself.

I could scream.

But I won't.

Something's gotta give. Soon.