i contemplated the man who was onece a friend but could now be best described as a barely tolerated aquaintance

Last weekend , i wanted to see how long east coast went for so me and morgan walked for hours till we hit changi airport and the blinker at tanah merah ferry terminal. after east coast beach ended somewhere in changi, we found an saf yachting pub in the middle of nowhere at about 130 in the morning but didnt manage to get a pint cos we were in shorts. i felt like saint peter himself had turned me away.

Watched a film festival movie with guru later on in the week, a documentary about the flaming lips called fearless freaks. it probably ranks as one the strangest docus ive ever seen, but being about the lips it was expected. a section of the show featured the film that wayne was trying to shoot in his backyard about a suicidal santa claus in mars. The parking lot experiment was cool though. for awhile they stopped playing proper gigs, and assembled a thousand people in various parking lots. Then they would issue a hundred of em with boom boxes with tapes of different noises, notes and unrelated sounds. They would play the tapes at the same time, while the band members went around like conductors instructing people to turn up or turn down the volume , making this strange and beautiful soundscape.

its jonathans birthday today and im gonna leave the house soon but first ive got to go to viddy store and somehow deny that i wrecked one of their dvds.

......i dont know why i bother writing all this mundane shite out, when all thats really salient has to be left unsaid.

special k

your glassy eyes betray you

No one writes about drugs with as much poetry as brian molko. Something about the way he always turns them into people and then proceeds to intimately describe his bittersweet relationships with ashtray girls, sweet princes and special ks, with an equal measure of tenderness and disgust. Excitment and longing set against regret and loss.
Last week or the week before, i managed to catch placebo when they came down for a fashion show performance. Besides the initial wow of seeing molko and the rest in the flesh, the music was a bit of a let down cos fer most of it the band was just playing over an underlying track. All the songs had album precision but none of the spontaneity or rush you get from their live performances. Still it was great hearing them play without you im nothing and every you and every me, during which models walked onto the runway with black blindfolds making the whole thing seem like performance art. Then the models started to get bloody annoying when their runway antics started obscuring the audience view of the band.
I'll be leaving for sydney soon i reckon. Sometime in early july. Ive been waiting for this for 2 long years, and i cant wait any longer. But now its almost here and its gonna be a reality not just the dangling carrot of an idealised scenario that its been for a long time. Im scared. The army was such a convenient excuse for a lot of things.
i got an offer to bunk in with the sydney branch of opus dei, when i get off the plane like some paddy fresh off the boat and need a place to stay while i look for something a little more permanent. If dan brown's crap is anything to go by, im not sure if i wanna take the risk. I dont want midget monks doing away with me in my sleep for my heretical beliefs.
Im gonna miss a lot of things.