Turning your orbit around

You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun


Jesus, etc. Wilco

And oops, i forgot. The Smashing Pumpkins.

Ava Adore.

Gone Gone Gigs

T'was a fun MRT ride alone, thinking about all the bands/acts that I would have loved to catch in my lifetime. But most of them have disbanded, making it a nevermore.

Reunions, maybe?

The List:

1) Blur
2) Garbage
3) The Smiths
4) Suede (sorta caught them in a TV studio showcase, but I want the real thang. with bernard Butler)
5) Pulp
6) The Beautiful South
7) Pink Floyd
8) Colin's Appendix (hahah, for old times sake and the day I braved wearing a tape plastered on my shirt, reading "Groupie")
9) The Pixies ( i think they regrouped already)

And I "very scared" Yeah Yeah Yeahs will dissolve soon, so must hurry hurry watch while they are still happy together.

i am slackerbitch, hear me roar.

report card

One six-pointer said to another six-pointer when they collected their A-Level result slips:

"Eh, I didn't get 4 As. You too right?"

"Yah, so?"

"Instead of value-add, we are the value defects!" he said then breaking into a guffaw.

He was streamed into the exclusive Gifted Education Programme back in Secondary School. She wondered if these alphabetical grades mattered in the greater scheme of things.

To her, golden girls and golden boys are just social constructs. Social constructs meant to stress out the rest of the population into elitism. And she bought into this social construct most of her life, she thought, staring at her classmates who would become doctors, lawyers...

"Doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief. Poor man, rich man, Begger man, thief" went a childhood rhyme for a game where the length of your forearm would magically determine what you will be when you grow up, as your playmate measures your arm so so carefully, criss-crossing her thumbs.

She stared at her result slip. Mediocrity is relative too. What would her 3 As be in the seas of 4 As?

Average.

Value defect. Yes. But so what.

She was never the golden girl and they are just too perfect too be human. To be flawed.

And most importantly, Real.

My dream gig (that i cannnot attend)

Ash plays 1977 the album.
Take me take me there.

This is going to be a helluva fun. ARGH, and i am missing it.

This gig is a dream come true. ohwell.

One sad short film of the drug genre

Monday brings me to this Jonas Akerlund 15-minute short film "Try" about two homeless junkies-in-love. Thanks to The Smashing Pumpkins video Try, try, try which is a terse version of the short.

Akerlund was the director of the controversial video for Prodigy's Smack my bitch up (just youtube it. It's really trippy)

It's sad, but at the end I couldn't help but shrug and say: "C'est la vie".
A cautionary tale about drug usage as usual.