Grow up!

My music tastes are changing. I think it's with age. It seems juvenile to be listening to all these teenage/adolescent bands breaking into the NME scene today.

You can't be listening to The-next-big-band all your life. As you settle into the hum-drum of adulthood, I guess aural choices become more mature and stable too.

I've stopped reading NME,switching to Mojo. The last few albums that I bought/downloaded are older than me (Sonic Youth, The Chameleons). Bob Dylan's Blonde On Blonde which initially repulsed me when I bought it four years ago is sweet melody to my ears today.

Patti Smith, Jimi Hendrix, Lou Reed, David Bowie, Thurston Moore all seem to have more personality than the sludge of young "The-Somethings" bands. But, I still have a soft spot for The Strokes and some other The-X bands.

Maybe Rock and Roll did die. Pop corrupts and musicians just live in an pseudo-world manufactured by record labels and media conglomerates.

All the more to turn back the dial to the 60s, 70s, 80s. But minus the glam metal please.


My favourite Bob Dylan song, 4th Time around. He's a poet indeed:


When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

( you can cry, laugh or grimace at this stanza)

No Selamat to sorrys

"This song goes out to a certain Mr K.S Wong of Singapore. Stay cool and funky."

"Madonna's Sorry."

(heavy dance beats-a-dropping)

Maddie sings:

"I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'Forgive me'
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore

You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I've listened to your lies and all your stories (Listened to your stories)
You're not half the man you'd like to be

...

Don't explain yourself 'cause talk is cheap
There's more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient (made it so convenient)
Don't explain yourself, you'll never see

...

CHORUS ( all Singaporeans Sing!) :

(Sorry, sorry, sorry)
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
[repeat]

Let's go to NYC and find boyfriends

The man below is a character from the sitcom, How I Met Your Mother and I am in love with him. Well, it helps that the actor is not bad-looking.



Ted Mosby played by Josh Radnor

He's an architect who works from home, listens to Wilco (plus a few points), wears scruffy but well-matched shirts and blazers ( plus points), not gay like Will from Will & Grace (plus 10000 points) but shares an apartment with his engaged friends from university ( Yale okay, plus 1000000 points, haha). And his group of close friends are hilarious. I can so bitch and talk cock with them. Has had this weird girlfriend who listens to Belle and Sebastian and collects Sock monkeys.

Where to find in Singapore, tell me tell me.

So I say, go to New York, find boyfriend, get apartment ( use your own money too), stalk NY bands, boyfriend leaves (you can never be sure), buy gun and dog (cats cannot protect you), never talk to your neighbours, find new boyfriend. hahah

Or worse come to worse I will stalk David Bowie outside his building for fun if single and alone. but most importantly, have friends to come over to check on me, in case i choke on some food durin dinner while alone in my apartment. haha

Running up that hill

School's almost done for me. But still many loose ends to tie up.

I am afraid of being eaten alive next monday at my defense for my year-long baby i call my fyp.

It's like the baby shower when you show your baby to your relatives, friends et ceteras with a buffet spread, many plates of red-dyed eggs and horrible tasting butter cakes.

Your nasty friends might say your baby is ugly or missing something. Then you have to stand up for your kid as his or her mother who is breastfeeding him or her.

I will be confident. I love my baby and if you tell me otherwise, i will convince you that my baby is cute and loveable despite his or her jaundice (or the lack of hair).

And no, don't tell me my baby looks like an alien. I will kill you. haha.