little marvin loves jamie!

 

for the most part of sec three i sat next to sarah, my partner-in-crime when it came to getting punished (which basically involved standing for the whole lesson) for being unable to answer questions during chinese class, and that very year i bought the single for sterophonics’s local boy in the photograph . so in all my i-pretty-much-live-in-my-own-world-and-i’m-selectively-deaf-existence, i would sing that song to her, or at least try, and i would sing it all wrong when it came to that part about pebble beach . for some reason still eluding me, i heard rendang beef instead, so i continued singing it that way and never considered it out of place for some ang moh to be referring to beef curry.

on a sidenote though, curry has become the unofficial national food of britain. so much for scones, baked beans and toast. oh and toffee too. i love toffee.

james wears a dress and my greatest moment in history.

anyway i told sean i would blog about this and i know it’s odd deriving pleasure from something like this but i palmed a sweaty(very, in fact) billy corgan! yes, I TOUCHED BILLY CORGAN. isn’t that amazing? the band was leaving through the front, minimal security, no designated pathway or such so everyone just started crowding around them and grabbing whatever flesh they could. anyway since everyone was doing it, me being me, i decided have my piece of billy too. i mean i have never actually done this before so it was exhilirating to say the least.  it actually helps in times as such to be petite, so you can meander your way through the other human bodies to get closer to the band.

so that night zwan gave a mightily forgettable performance at patten gym, which doesn’t really bother me at all since zwan was like some billy lineup experiment gone bad anyway. plus a horrendous sound system and queens of stone age was just noise, like construction work noise, the music didn’t matter much that night i was there for billy. me, with all my celebrity whore tendencies. it was always about billy after the pumpkins, that narcicisstic control freak of a bastard. all i could remember from that gig was that everyone was just cheering for jimmy, reinstated after being unceremoniously replaced by a drum machine.

most of all i love d’arcy, just like how i love kim deal and kim gordon. i think women bass players are like sex on bass. come to think of it, all that sweat on my palm is sort of, well, gross.

i love synth pop. i really do.

lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you’re crying in your sleep
i wish you’d never learnt to weep
don’t sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
 

it’s amusing how i always try to laugh things off in situations where i get caught tongue tied, when there really isn’t anything in all seriousness to laugh about. then again it’s amusing how i try to laugh off everything of which i have no utter interest in dealing with. last lunar new year, my great grandaunt, pushing her mid eighties i’m sure, popped that dreaded when-will-i-attend-your-wedding-dinner question. i decided that telling the truth about my no marriage no kids plan wasn’t worth the trouble explaining so breezily i replied in my awkward cantonese that at a mere twenty-two, it was way too early, not to mention i was (and still very much am) single. and there was nothing ever, that prepared me for her retort, or pretty much something to that effect, that no, it wasn’t too early because she was nearing her end.

right there and then, i had nothing to say. absolutely nothing at all.

next time someone asks me about marriage plans, i’m telling him/her i’m lesbian.