I don’t think its funny.

Monofone rocked Changi tonight.

They were simply amazing. I don’t know how else to describe their thoughtfulness and kindness.

And they were so sweet la. :)

Private gig wor. Aww.

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They do great, great, great muse covers, btw.

And their originals are really something to be proud of, especially coming from a local band, it makes me even proud-er and happier. The full-bodied version of Sylvia to me is heartbreakingly lovely. A pity Embrace End isn’t available for a listen in their myspace site.

Have a listen to them here.

They are really something, man. Trust me on this.

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I have a sad sore right eye and some server addressed me as sir.

No, both are mutually exclusive I believe.

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My hair is wet but I am so, so tired.

Especially after my victorious encounter with my printer. Hurh.

Goodnight y’all,

Migraines galore!

Pork Jerky.

I’m amused – someone searched for bak kwa and landed up here at thelastjellybean.

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I’m smelling the rather wonderful aroma of my Vietnamese coffee and sipping it languourously. Its lovely, though it simply cannot be compared to the real Ca Phe in Vietnam. I think its prolly cuz I don’t have the skill to make it. Deep sigh. :(

Tsk, I have to remember to pass your packet to you. :)

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Marcus is going back to the Land of Dim Sum tomorrow for his second semester. I haven’t seen Hong online in ages. Screw the time difference. Watching our hilarious videos and looking through the gazillion pics, I feel even more depressed than how an Asiatic face is supposedly depressed.

Boohoohoo.

I miss Hong and her bossy know-it-all ways.

Jess and her motherly/crazy roommate antics.

Marie and her insane squeals.

May and her outrageous french accents.

Marcus and his crazy poses and sensational stories.

Hubert and his absolutely hilarious dancin’ antics in da club.

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Ah well. I could keep going on, but that’s just gonna be more depressing.

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Oh look, I found some photos.

And this is the anime collection.

I think we were high on mooncakes and the smell of burnt candles.

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More photos next time, maybe.

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I have 12GB of music and I think its high time to do some spring cleaning on my precious collection. Its not that much compared to, ahem, other people, but my poor hard drive is dying. S-igh.

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And hui - Meds is downright addictive.

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Alright. Time for household chores. Garh.

The Jason Unexpectedly.

Hi. I know someone called Jason.

He can be unexpectedly unexpected, if you know what I mean.

And then.

And.

Pictures speak a thousand words. So.

WTF.

Can someone please throw him in Cydonia?

Scent of the Pine, You Know How I feel.

It has been one of the happier days of my life.

It is also one of those times when I honestly feel that no amount of description, attempted exaggeration and lengthy detailed discourse can put across the magnitude of mixed feelings I have. Now is the time for exaggeration, the time for some passionate exclaimations of shouting for joy, and the time for proclamations of eternal pledgings. It is also the time for killing a particularly insistent mosquito that has been buzzing around for the past half hour.

But I digress.

It is also the time for declaring my undying love for matthew bellamy and how I want to make out with him on the piano, but I don’t think that would be appropriate.

Its been a couple of days since the supermassive mystery tuesday, and this is my response. It was.

Simply Supermassive.

No, really.

It was an exploding supernova, if you must. It was like the sun’s corona. It was like the aurora borealis. It was like the laser lights at EMA 2006. It was 435264574 volts of live current.

I felt like I was in a dvd, with special zoom-in function and everything was just so surreal. His sliding and grooving - replicas of those in all the dvds and videos that I have been watching regularly. Its like watching a dvd LIVE, if there can ever be such a thing. I can safely say, after watching quite a number of live performances, that fortcanning can be considered top-notch. Probably not the best, but it does not deserve the bleedin’ ALL RAZZLE BUT NO DAZZLE label that our local overriding music correspondent from the all-powerful straits times has stamped.

I second hui. SCREW YOU.

I’m listening to the live fortcanning bootleg, and I can say confidently that his voice that night, was flippin’ good.

Dont have laser light show, buay song is it? How grand you want the lights to be? They didn’t specifically promise laser anyways. Snort.

The sound system was excellent, and you know, that’s the most important part.

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It felt so surreal. Most of the time I just stared fixated at the stage to make sure I imprint the moment firmly into my head. I had to be still to soak in, absorb and remember as much as I can. Remember the performances, per se. Remember that I got to see the guitars live up close. They were damn chio, can? Especially the one with the pulsating screen. Flippin’ solid.

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Did I fail to mention that hui, by virtue of her patience, got us prime spots?

Flipping infront of matthew bellamy. We were at the barricades. Touching it.

And then, to put it sententiously and succintly, intensive chaos happened. I’ve had three days to collect my thoughts and chew them over. I think chaos is infact a rather mild word. There isn’t a word strong enough to describe the fear and panic in the air and the sense of desolation and despair that was overwhelming. I’d declare this an emergency looking at the state of pure asphyxiation we were all in.

I need the queen of the superficial to effectively exaggerate whatever I’ve written so that one can get a clear account of what mysterious supermassive thing transpired, that caused us to have shocked, aching ribs, grazes on knees, breathing difficulties, and bruises; and most importantly of all, catching almost the entire concert elsewhere not at the barricades.

The disappointment, was more than palpable. It chewed us up alive and then spit us out only to be haphazardly glued back together.

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Nonetheless, it was awesome.

The setlist was perfect, in my eyes. I absolutely loved that they played Feeling Good, especially since they didn’t really play it often in their current round of tours. I wanted to weep with joy and fall to the grass in perfect bliss, but that would mean missing Matt doing his famous vocorder thing.

Stars when you shine, you know how I feel.
Scent of the Pine, you know how I feel.

And stockholm syndrome? Simply summed up the night, and our resolve.

This is the last time I’ll abandon you.

When Muse comes back next year, if they keep their promise, and not get turned off by the newspaper review, we will be prepared. Very prepared. We will not abandon the prime spot as quickly as we did. We will be ready.

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P.S. Dom was really nice, btw. I reckon he really enjoyed the gig. I had a fabulous view of him, and he looked like he was really having some serious fun. :)

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I think I wont be able to stop thinking of Muse for a long, long while.
Still quite high.

Sigh.

Goodnight y’all.

No more Bread and Pho. :(

HAHAHAHA HUI JUST CALLED TO TELL ME THAT MUSE IS HAVING A SOUNDCHECK AT FORT CANNING LIKE RIGHT NOW AND I AM HYPERVENTILATING AND SO IS SHE AND MATTHEW IS WEARING A WHITE T-SHIRT AND HE IS CURRENTLY PLAYING THE PIANO RIFF FOR BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES ARRGGHH!! THERE ARE GREAT STROBES OF LIGHT AND I HEARD THE RIFF FOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!!!!!!!!!!!

IM SO ABSOLUTELY SPEECHLESS.

Indebted to hui for calling and screaming with me into the cellphone.

I simply cannot wait. :)

Of Bread and Pho.

I just spoke to Hong for more than an hour on the phone, and although my left ear is now feeling squashed, I feel really happy and uplifted. :)

H’okay and now we’ve continued our conversation on msn.

Simply cannot wait for Hong’s infiltration into The Land of Neverending Summer. (And also neverending rain, currently.)

I’m counting down. Oh yeaaaah. :)

FEBURARY NINETEENTH HAHA!

That day, Sondre Lerche‘ latest rock inclined PHANTOM PUNCH album will be out.

*rubs hands in glee*

Heeheehee.

That’s the Asia release date. I think I’ll probably have listened to half the tracks by then. Ahem.

His jazzy Duper Sessions were phenomenally received. I really can’t wait, can you tell?

If only he’s coming here instead of Yo La Tengo for the Mosiac Music Festival.

I sigh.

I’ve missed reading his monologues/punch lines. He’s absolutely witty can. :)

Ah well.

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P.S. Angie is certifiably an up-and-coming homemaker/chef. I will never go hungry in her house that is for sure and I will also gain like, 32423325987 kg if I live there. Like seriously.

P.P.S. Edit. Alright, so I just managed to lay my hands on not one, but three songs off Sondre Lerche’s new as-yet-unreleased (and unreleased even in Europe) PHANTOM PUNCH album. Smirk.

I beg your pardon. It isn’t that rock-rock inclined. Its nothing like Muse nor Arcade Fire. Nay. Its’ simply more, dare I say, poppy? But somehow it still manages to fray away from the stereotypical sound of pop per se and yet manages to sound pop. Heck. Its like a bastardized pop sound and yet – pwoperly and creatively melodiously sounded sort of pop.

I like it leh.

Its like sondre trying to behave like a scary villian in a horror movie and then removing his mask to reveal a toothy grin and then having the other characters coming together for a good laugh for a happy ending which makes the audience feel good and throw popcorn at each other while laughing themselves and spraying varying amounts of soda around.

That sums PHANTOM PUNCH up in a nutshell - if those three songs are able to give me a good gauge of how it’s like. Pow wow!

A Musing.

I’m starting to realise that there is actually some truth in the old adage – that ignorance is bliss.

Other than used in the context of academia, of course.

Because the reverse is most definitely not bliss; but supermassive unease.

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And did you know that the IVLE is not only EVIL and VILE, it’s also LEVI’s LIVE VEIL.

Whatever that is.

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I reckon its time to say that I miss hk dreadfully. Very, very much so. :(

So much till it aches to know that I probably won’t be seein’ and having anymore fun with the rest of my homies. I sigh sententiously.

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And installing the wireless router is such a pain in the ass.

Maybe I should ask my IT lecturer about it tomorrow.

Snort.

Emo.

“For you, a thousand times over.”

There are just too many lines that I want to quote from The Kite Runner - but this has got to be the most significant.

I teared and wept and sniffed and sobbed and cried during my three hour marathon reading that, and it was all worth it.

Flippin’ solid.

I think I’ll read it again.

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I am/was in a deeply sombre mood after The Kite Runner and nothing could get me out of it until after I watched the MUSE GLASTONBURY 2004 live concert on dvd.

Three words.

WAH-LAU-EH!!!!!!!!

I’ve been watching the phenomenal Stockholm Syndrome and Butterflies & Hurricanes and Sing for Absolution and Time Is Running Out and of course, Plug In Baby over and over and over again.

Solid, I tell you. SOLID as in (as what cher&hui says) little atoms and molecules vibrating ferverntly on da spot SOLID.

Ok.

I will start the Reading concert tomorrow. :)

Just one more time, Glastonbury. Heh.

Cheers, y’all.

School’s gonna get us all.

I Just Had To.

Can you see that? Can you see the precious, precious signature?

Can you read it, and tell me what does it spell out?

AAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHH!

I also want lor.

Sigh. Its the loveliest t-shirt in the world.

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P.S. It reads MATTHEW BELLAMY XOXO, dolts.

Sobsniffsob.

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Thanks to a fellow muse fanatic, I now have the GLASTONBURY 2004 and READING concerts on dvd. Smirk. I am so totally going to cherish them and watch them again and again and die clapping.

YESSSS. :)