12012

Just started digging up 12012's stuff again. I'm not really fond of their 2009 release, but I'm loving this song released in August 2008, "太陽" ("Taiyou"). Since it means "the sun", I feel like it's the perfect song for this summer and I just think the melody is so old-school; it's the kind of music that's been done before but it's catchy, anyway.



I love the drummer. Hehehe...

Fuck this shit

I thought it was too good to be true. And I was right.

Why should anything work out for me, anyway? Nothing has ever been right, so why start now?

Affectation

My close friend D left Melbourne for good yesterday. It wasn't a long-winded goodbye, it wasn't sentimental. We just went to drop him off at the airport, said our farewell and he left.

I guess this drives home the point that we all eventually have to grow up and move on with our lives. If I could be childish, D, I wouldn't want to be friends with you in the beginning if I knew there was gonna be a goodbye. But we're adults; these memories have to be turned into something that we're grateful for and cherish. So for the last time, I just want to be a child and say just how much the memories kill the most. To me, it's not so much about what our friendship had been that made me sad; it's the damn things we've done together.

Of all the things that made me cry, it was my clothes in the closet and remembering which he gave compliments on. But it's so typical D - he always has nice things to say about other people, and yes, he can be a bit of an air-head sometimes, but he is nothing but genuine. That's probably one thing about him that I'll miss the most.

And then it was the music. Beyonce's "Single Ladies" will never sound the same again, because when I listen to it, all I can think about is D's spot-on booty-jiggling dances. There's also Mika, whom he was always gushing about; then Kylie ("I love the way she's so flirtatious and girly on stage!"); and then even L'arc en Ciel. I'd love to hate him for making me feel sad about good music, but I can't.

Then there's deleting his number from my phone, because that won't ever be of use again. Even if he does visit here in the future, he'll probably have to get a new number. I may sound deranged for saying this, but do you understand what it means? That number has been in my phone for the past 5 years. The past 5 years of "How are yaa?", "Shaaaaaa, would you like to go to lunch at Dessert House?", "Oh my God, I love Aggy, she's so hot!" and don't forget the "I'm dying to catch up with you, it's been ages!"

So here's to you, D. You'll be missed in Melbourne, because this city is just not the same without you. And our day-to-day photos certainly won't be the same without your fierceness.

Look at this little guy...

It was so random, but a couple of weeks ago, I was in the lobby of B & M's place and I saw this little guy hanging out (literally) at the fire emergency exit notice. Just had to take a picture and that decision was right - the guy disappeared the next day when I came around again.

But onto a more serious note, right now my thoughts and prayers are with the victims of the Victorian bushfires over the weekend. It was just so shocking that you didn't believe it at first. May there be renewed hopes for those devastated by the disaster.

The big bad world of publishing - and it's only just getting the book

It's been a while since I updated this blog.

Just thought I'd let the whole world know that I'm now officially obsessed with the industry of magazine publishing. And so I bought this little gem...



To further prove my point that I did everything to get my summery-coloured paws on them, let me tell you the story of how I got it. It wasn't the simple process of getting into the shop, plucking the book off the shelf and taking it to the cashier to pay for it. It was a rather long-winded experience of searching the book on the Net, reading up the reviews and deciding that it was worth every cent, then going down to the local bookshops (not one but three shops) to search for it and have the sales assistant ordering the book in for me. Then there was the whole thing of mistaking a missed call for a call from the bookshop to let me know that the book had come in, then I came in to ask for it before the sales assistant said the book had not, in fact, come in.

But eventually the book was delivered to the bookshop, I got a call from them and I picked it up. I'm thinking of covering it with some kind of plastic cover so it's not damaged.

Ah~ am I obsessed? I don't care. I love it.