‘FO SHO, FLO.

A short expression before I re-enter the state of stunned stupor -

FLORENCE YOU ARE DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN ZAI LAH WAHLAUEH!!! RESPECKTZ x 100000!!!

P.S. You’re gorgeous, and so are your legs, too.

The Violent Violet Hours.

From papertissue.

(I particularly like “Bread Scorcher”.  It has a rather Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure feel to it, methinks.)

And Here Are Some Things Off The Top Of My Head, Just Because:

1. Andrew Bird iz a Melody Multitasking Genius & a Whistling Whizz! Mental shivers just listening to how he manages to sing and produce melodies that soar so beautifully single-handedly, in a very detailed and intricate way, if you know what I mean.  Still can’t believe I had the opportunity to catch him live – wowwowwow for life y’all.

1 (a) But man, as I was a-going home, I unconsciously started to mentally hum the tune that Patrick Watson coaxed the audience to sing along (snippets from “Man Under the Sea”).  Yes I am still sadly very hung up about a concert that took place two weeks ago.  I just can’t forget about Pat Wats, wahlaueh!  His CrazyInsaneMovingVoice + CrazyBrilliantPianoPlayingSkills + CrazyAwesomeTightBand – I reckon the intimate setting and just being there with right company helped to make it so bloody awesome.  I was thrilled that D decided to join me for Pat Wats after listening to just one track, and I’m so relieved and joyous that not only did she totally loved Pat Wat’s performance, we both concurred (ironically, this conversation took place right after ABird) that it was the best live performance of both our lives ever (insert post-caveat: up till that point at least).

1 (b) I just hope that I’m not going to grade, unconsciously or whatever, all other concerts that I’ll be catching from now on, against Pat Wats’.  That’s just wrong innit.  So stop that yans!  Stoppit Poppet!

Ok random picture time!

Taken from ffffound.

2. Whaddaya know, two-spaces-after-fullstop-OCD in full force here.  Damnit this is something that’s been so ingrained I can’t help it.  Eeks.

3. So I calculated – Sea Wolf’’s The Violet Hour was on loop for a good fourteen hours straight yesterday/Friday.  Anyways, point is, whenever I stupidly allowed myself to recall (conveniently too, whenever the song restarted again) that this song was featured in New Moon (apparently it was played during the birthday party scene), I experienced short bursts of annoyance.  During one of these ridikkulus bursts, I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED that I felt personally affronted during the movie (ok fine I actually caught the movie – probably a failed strategic move meant to prove my intellectual superiority, which is in the negatives) because someone (was it Wolfboy?) switched off a Magic Numbers song midway.  The sheer disrespectfulness!  I can’t remember why and I can’t recall what scene was that but man, I remembered feeling indignant about it for a little while then.  Ah well.  Ok end of random insignificant point.

Taken from ffffound.

4. Anyways.  More random musings because I am feeling spaced out (not from the two-spaces-after-fullstop-OCD though) and I absolutely, absolutely need a caffeine fix.  Now.  At this hour.  At this Violent Hour.  Shit I sound deranged.  Anyways  I think the picture above summarises how I feel about Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase.  It’s a still picture of a four-hooved creature (horse or unicorn, take your pick) with its head in either, many white balloons; or clouds that have collectively descended in a globular fashion and grouped around an object of curiousity.  Whatever.  I think that was how I felt while reading the book.  Brilliant, but in a cloudy, stratospheric way.  And you can hardly see where you’re going, too.

5. Fifth & Final point, because my conscience has been shouting at me to start doing the long list of things that I should be doing already, that is if I don’t wanna be royally screwed of course.  A part of me have sort of resigned myself to that though.  I want to say that I feel so exhausted, but then again I am absolutely unqualified to do so.  So I shall instead try to count my blessings and recover my senses, sanity and sensibilities.

P.S. 4th – Please say hi to Matt Bellamy & Co for me won’t you! :)

Okthxbye.

FIVE STARS PLUS MOON AND UNIVERSE PLZTHXBYE.

Taken from 9gag.

Okay.  I feel absolutely and utterly inadequately equipped to describe how frickin’ awesome Patrick Watson was.  I don’t know how to express the stupor I was in for the next two hours, post-gig.  I didn’t even know how to react appropriately (besides lamely sputtering “shitttttt that was.. awwrrghhh!!!”).  It was, simply put, unexpectedly mindblowin’.  The intimate setting was brilliant and the audience (and audience interaction) was amazing.  And Patrick Watson was/is an absolute genius.  He, and his band, deserves 5/5 stars including the moon and universe.

Better not say anymore lest I trespass on the sanctity of the performance.  One of the best, and most memorable gigs ever.

Blackout.

After I sold the Muse tickets, I’ve been coming across them Muse songs with an uncannily high level of frequency.  My iPod’s random selection thingy has suddenly skewed towards Muse and I hear Muse blasting from shops everywhere.  Ow.  That’s like some harsh, blatant rubbing of salt into the wound ya know.

Hopefully I get to bump into Chiaki Senpai, and maybe he’ll take pity on my unfortunate circumstances and bring me out for the best sashimi in the world! *cheerful*

Hysteria.

You know what this means.  With a heavy heart, here goes -

For sale: Two MUSE tickets for their Singapore concert on Wed, 3 Feb 2010.  Indoor Stadium, Block T16, Row 18.  $138 per ticket.

Let me know if you’re dying to go, or know others who are.  I’d be more than glad to share the joy.

Ok most likely sold.  Phew!

V.Good.

Ok.  Must say this now before I die of curiousness.  I had the best coffee pudding dessert thingy when I was in Hanoi.  Unfortunately I have no idea what it’s called, so I have been wrecked with insanely intense curiousity because I am unable to properly identify this gorgeous pudding.

So I reckon it’s a soy-based product.   It’s small and comes in a little round plastic container that would, when summoned, be upturned and placed on a little thin plastic plate (so that the coffee sauce thingy which was at the bottom of the container, would flow over the pudding to overwhelm it and then smugly surround the pudding, resting in the slight depression of the little plate, as a mighty conqueror would).  Initially, I thought that the coffee thingy was a more liquefied type of caramel sauce, as it was dark brown and oh-so-sweet.  It tasted marvellous with the soy pudding, too.  Sugar high!  Uh, unfortunately I ain’t really got much of a sweet tooth.  So, well, still slurping greedily, I was about to comment (ok I actually wanted to complain) on how sweet it was, when,  The Most Surprising Thing Happened – Bitterness Emerged without any warning and Assaulted my Taste Buds!  It was.  Really.  Amazing.  Stuff.  It’s like – just when you were on a Roller Coaster high with the sweetness and about to Crazy Rocket off into the Sky forever, the Bitterness Emerged to Caution you at the Appropriate Moment to draw you back into Safety and reality.  It was not the bitter gourd sorta bitter that poked at you sharply.  It was a Coffee Bitter (hence I knew at once that it had a coffee thing to it), which made me swoon even more, and it was a dense, solid, slow and confident sure, sorta bitter that made you feel secure and relieved that you are in good hands and outta that crazy coaster.  No, seriously.  It was the perfect, timely complement to the ditzy sweetness that will engulf you when you consume the pudding.  And the chillled soyish pudding was the perfect platform as an pure, innocent and neutral base to experience this experience.

Sigh.

Now, all I need is to know what the dessert’s called.  It’s probably some kind of Chè thing, according to my intensive wikipedia search. I was too busy testing my sensory limits that I forgot to imprint the words on the display signboard.  Alas.

Ok.  My adrenaline-pumped, hastily typed rant over a tasty morsel is over (plz ignore all the embarrassing clashing tenses thx).  Happy new year (again)!

To Conclude:

This is probably my last post for 2009.

1. Woolsworth is some awesome shizz.  Not as awesome as Sainsbury’s (nothing can beat Sainsbury) of course, but I just love how the aisles are so well-identified/categorised visually.  It is a very comforting thing, to see such well placed and well designed signs pointing you to the product of desire.

2. I had a dream two years ago that came true much earlier this year.

3. Never thought I’d say this, but looking back and forward at next year’s possibilities – I am going to have travel fatigue at this rate.

4. I have a sinking feeling that I might not be able to make it for Feb 3. Argh.

5. KINGS OF CONVENIENCE IS SOLD OUT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

And that is why this is likely to be my last post of 2009.  I need some time to mourn over the fourth & fifth points. I also need to improve on my tenses and sentence structures, which is really a case of absolute fail in a place of geniuses.

P.S. Update – Um, okay, wrt the kings of convenience thing – realised that in my eager haste I went to the wrong mosaic website.  There were still tickets left. Phew. Much worry about nothing after all heh heh heh.

P.P.S. I wish to add that Sea Wolf is awesome awesome awesome.

Taken from 9gag.

Following tradition, here is Death Cab For Cutie’s amazing perspective on new years which all should emulate.

So this is the new year
And I don’t feel any different
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance
(In the distance)

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self-assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then I could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There’d be no distance that can hold us back

There’d be no distance that could hold us back
So this is the new year

Have a good one. See ya.

Flying by Moonlight.

Something random, just because!

Taken from ffffound.

Taken from papertissue.

There was a recording device (switched on, of course) on the table.  Someone took the water jug and quietly, or so he thought, poured water from a height into an empty glass – which was placed right next to the recording device. I tried very hard to wipe the huge grin that burst out when my mind conjured an image of the poor sod (whoever he/she may be) who would later listen to the recording and hear this sudden, steady stream of water gurgling in the middle of a discussion.

Happy december, everyone.

Flying into a Sunrise.

Thought I’d better hit in an entry for November before it ends.

Nothing much to say for now, really, except that the sky view from being in an aeroplane is really spectacular. Especially when you look out and see the endless dark sky glittering sharply with millions of stars, and a few hours later, spot a speck of orangey-blue glow on the horizon that, before you  know it, bursts into a sunrise. And then wake up to visions of endless fluffy, fresh white croissants that evolve into a sea of fat white gummybears all lying down on their backs, examining that giant hole in the ozone layer.

Internet access is ridiculously priced! Okthxbye.

You Tell Me.

First things first.

I know its only October, but I can’t wait for January already: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Cat Power, Patrick Watson and, get this – Andrew Bird.  In Singapore.  Live.  Concert.  ARGH.  How not to be excited I ask you.  What a promising start, after a dismal 2009.  Oh yes. And then, in February, Midlake’s new album, The Courage Of Others, will be out.  Is trippy!

AND CHICKENRICEBALLZ: NO LEI I HAVENT GOT THE SONDRE ALBUM YET!! I don’t see it anywhere – damn sad lah! Heard you have it – How is it? Is it good?? ;)

Ok, secondly. Here are some visuals for fun.

Taken from Pixdaus.

(A winking dog.  Something I really want to see in real life)

Taken from Papertissue.

Taken from Papertissue.

(And here’s my favourite, because its so simple yet precise)

Taken from ffffound.

And now, thirdly – Thank you all for your happy, lovely, heartfelt, sincere (hello hui!!! xxx) well wishes.  Wahlaueh damn touched lah can.  Thank you, thank you, thank you! :)