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what was i trying to achieve with this? after fiddling with it for ages, i decided i just wanted album covers with little or no words on them. actually a design with the artist’s name plastered in big letters is pretty ugly anyway.

you are a stinge award: to the man with a briefcase and laptop, who originally asked if we had wireless set up. we don’t, so he wanted to use the free internet, but you have to be a member of the library to use it. if you don’t have an address in the state, you can only become a temporary member with a twenty dollar deposit. so he went ahead and did that, and while we were writing up his membership details, he told us he was leaving at five this afternoon.

oh for heaven’s sake, he could have spent a few dollars at an internet cafe for more time than our one hour a day maximum. also just bloody ridiculous going around the rules and making us run around just for free access. and to compound, when he was done, he came up to the desk and waved the library card wordlessly in my face. “what do you want,” i said tersely, even though i already knew. filled out the paperwork for his twenty dollar refund, cancelled his membership, collected the cash from the workroom and handed it back to him. but he had another question, could he borrow any books? aaaaarggghhh

lately i’m obsessed with the idea of watching more films. i’m trying out quickflix, which sounds like an australian ripoff of netflix. i have a ridiculous 100+ titles in my queue, which makes me think i might subscribe to it monthly, rather than have to scramble around video store closing times and their small selection. in the mail already is harold and kumar and i’ll sleep when i’m dead. hope they can find me a copy of times square soon.

dammit, my old blog is better. sorry. probably because i had a heap of time to kill in my old job. i will get my own homepage soon, and because of ego and pride, make proper entries instead of excuse ones.

meanwhile, i really would like a worst actors ever page, but this will do for the time being.

and i’m being totally serious when i say i can’t wait until scary movie 4 opens here next week. craig bierko does tom ryan does tom cruise. i’m sold! is bierko doing more comedy these days because he has big googly eyes, which cannot get him any decent scripts lately (well other than cinderella man, in which it sounds like he was not very chummy with russell, which is fine by me).

one of these people is clive owen. which one i do not know

i love writing. i have spent most of my weekend writing, apart from going out for hotcakes, antique window shopping (not about buying windows), and watching sin city. what other device can i use to describe sin city other than words? words are my staple.

why didn’t i see this film at the cinema? work and/or hearing about people walking out of it halfway. but it isn’t even like that - maybe i’m desensitised, because the violence is cartoonish, the blood alternately white, yellow and red that it just doesn’t matter anymore. what a world! what a digital comic book! thankfully nothing like robocop 2 and 3 (adaptations of frank miller’s other work).

my brother: “borrowed bride and prejudice… the indian one… and alfie. they are not my choices.”

go out and watch inside man, even if you aren’t that fond of denzel washington. there are so many tiny details to mention - street name allusions, “we will not forget”, ethnicities, camera work… it’s probably just me, but i was overjoyed to pick up on the trail spike lee left behind.

y’know, i’ve been thinking, being nice isn’t very memorable. i was wasting time watching an interview with shawn yue on cable last night, and he mentioned how people seem to remember you for one bad thing, and forget about the twenty other good things you did (this doesn’t necessary entail virtuous deeds and dastardly doings - how about being candy lo’s ex-boyfriend, and in the eyes of the hong kong public, initial d is probably a good thing). while i don’t take him for an epitome of wisdom, i had to consider it for a moment.

most of the time i just smile and pretend it’s okay, but maybe i would be a more memorable person, for better or worse, if i let ‘em know how pissed i was, really. nice just fades into the background, sometimes. unpleasant things just have more salience.

nothing much doing, except that work has been very busy because of the new interlibrary loans system implemented by the state library (anyone who thinks librarians do shit all gets a headslap); listening to my 45s again since i got a shiny red new adapter (you know the stupidest things you lose somewhere in the abyss that is my room?); thinking up a design for the chimp website; working on a design for my own website and leaving this restrictive free stuff behind; writing for the chimp again (it will revolve around these guys)…

and oh man, this person on youtube has the awesomest videos. there’s too much. thank you!

“hi i’m izzy stradlin”
“don’t sign to a major”
viewmaster
how can i forget that asshole looking presenter, or this band and besides, drew yamada is hot

serious musical influences listed here. and out.

1. my brother got married last wednesday

2. band tryout today

3. the silents ep launch! i finally have a copy of flicker and flames

3. i am so not going to my high school reunion next year. let me disappear off the face of the earth… the high school world anyway.

i reread this (in particular the reply).

so we’re walking back towards the club (where bands play music, not djs) and i’m looking up at a cartoon that’s supposed to represent people like me - dark, black haired, full lips, wearing a blue cheongsam, smile obscuring her eyes from being anything more than two lines. i’m trying to read the name of the bar on the sign alongside, but can’t make it out from that slitty chopsticky font. the doorman at the gate is wearing a red high collared chinese shirt, the kind my uncle wears on special occasions, only that the doorman is white.

“fucking orientalist place,” i mutter as we pass.

i’m finding i’m reading a lot more library blogs since i started working at the library, and occasionally scott douglas’ column (whenever he so chooses to update). and here is a quote for you loopy people, related to recent mishaps!

Does the librarian like me?

Probably not. It’s nothing personal. Librarians aren’t usually into people who spend time going to a library. Besides, are you really attracted to the librarian, or are you just attracted to the fact that they work at a library?

ha ha!

my brother and his girlfriend are getting married in a couple of weeks, and they’ve just moved into a new place, so i find myself running around with my mother doing stuff.

firstly, the new issue of the chimpanzee is out! for those of you who aren’t able to get hold of an actual copy, look up the pdf archive for the file name “Chimpanzee_4_lores.pdf”. my article is the four page spread on perth indie music. when i look at it, i think i could’ve changed the odd word, or profiled more bands, but i think it’s pretty representative and well worth the sleep lost.

secondly, i recently subscribed to hyphen magazine, an asian-american pop political magazine of sorts. i think i just wanted some more meat than giant robot could offer, and stuff like audrey magazine is too poxy to consider. the fact that my brother took it off me to read is a pretty good indication as to its interestingness, seeing as the only reading material he usually touches has engines in it. there’s a well written piece about the vietnamese americans in the wake of the katrina disaster. in lieu of a decent australian publication (except for the alien invader zine by jen tsen kwok and amin-reza javanmard), i don’t mind sending a few dollars over there.

thirdly, christopher hitchens. if you read my old blog i think i posted once how i find him weirdly attractive, even when he is displaying one of his vices on the cover (the other is rumoured alcoholism, though i could care less unless he were pissed when writing). this particular book is a series of ‘mentoring’ chapters, kind of like chatty letters on ethics and politics that meander a bit, just like a good letter should. while i get antsy at his constant nitpicking (if you have not read all the classics, oh poor you), there are some hopeful notes at being oppositional when it seems the hardest thing to do, and a bit of wry humour.

lastly, the new album from roger joseph manning jr, or just plain roger manning. the connection is jellyfish and imperial drag, and it’s the kind of pop i would expect from jon brion and jason falkner and more. previously a net only release, now on pony canyon in japan (import on not lame), and later in the year, the us? final verdict on the music is very good.

mad hatter’s tea party wahey. the price on the mad hatter’s hat is wrong. but we still managed to win best dressed table. crazy library people.

hana presents alice with her first magazine cover - alice looks closer at the “dot” on her nose…

melmo is a ficticious magazine created for the film, and is also a replica of olive!

even the cover tag line is taken from an old issue, replacing ‘olive girls’ with ‘melmo girls’…

olive is now defunct, ceasing publication after the aug 2003 issue, but the film hana and alice was released in 2004 so somewhere during filming their paths crossed. it’s a pity the reference came out too late to keep it alive.

i’ve kept all my old issues, a couple of years’ worth. what i liked most about the magazine was the concordance of culture. if you possess a certain aesthetic, their style of dressing will appeal to you, and the music and films suggested will already strike a chord.

rip slyme, okuda tamio, and ego wrappin’ are some of the musicians covered in issues. of course there was some creep in by hello project’s matsuura aya and johnny’s talent, but they were mostly for cuteness factor. photographer ninagawa mika used to have a monthly page, collaborating with writer sakurai ami. mangaka minami q-ta had a monthly comic, and naomi lemon (nao of seagull screaming kiss her kiss her) also had her own page of drawings.

so if it follows the rule, then hana and alice, and by extension, shunji iwai’s films, all belong in that world of olive girls culture.

i want to take pictures of everything without hesitating.

‘rhode island is famous for you’ and ‘give him the ooh la la’ as sung by blossom dearie

waitress at les deux moulins who looks like…

bookclub with stina over 2706 kms

“if we had those waterloo sunset pills there would be no neeed for anti depressants. “

cassette culture

novala takemoto translations, especially about old fashioned letter writing and this: “The beginning of love is unrequited love, and the root of love is when your partner fixes a little image of you in a beautiful misunderstanding. “

thank god i’m not working tomorrow

somehow i opened my fat trap and from the frog footman became alice in wonderland after one of the other girls at the library couldn’t make it. i am going to be alice in wonderland! it is going to be food table of many judged by ian parmenter. we will have heart tarts, a cheshire cat, teapots and a spare place at the table. i almost feel like i’ve got a part to play and a princess attitude to ignore. and none of that disney whitewash here. maybe i won’t get a blond wig and be a black haired alice. nobody at my workplace is a natural blonde anyway.

edit: while “researching” (now i know what an alice band is), i end up reading designer kato’s points. “do not make your image by yourself” i.e. don’t be so quick to judge what looks good and what doesn’t on you.

i always think i don’t look cute, and i’m overgrown and have my father’s face, but here’s an opportunity to try some new things. i just don’t want to wear the 80s puff sleeve ballgown that one of the librarians brought in though.

my mum picked up the phone the night before while i was out. “this is rachael’s mum. don’t call her anymore, she doesn’t like it.” bang!

i saw him in front of me as i got off the train morning - oh shit i was walking as slow as i could. feeling creeped out again, thinking he might have spotted me and could be hiding around some corner.

i am really blase about fireworks, since i live close to a racetrack, and they seem to have them every other friday cos who wants to watch horses drag stupid carts in a circle anyway. the casino has them whenever they think something special is on, like when they open a new holiday inn. sometimes i’d rather they stop it so it doesn’t sound like someone is shelling my place.

i had a dream where i could improv so well musically i was watching myself in the third person. i could even wear those tiny vintage dresses all those other cute girls wear. and probably because neither of those is true i had a very long pointed nose.

naturally since finding youtube like other lost fools, i’ve been watching lots of stupid videos online, and i have so little irony to offer

• the barking cat (i can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet)
• god i love her voice - it’s halfway between a baby and an old woman
• i find nothing excrutiating about 80s synth pop or the overblowness (i’m thinking twice about covering it though - why did everyone else have to do it - yoshikawa hinano, boyracer, tommy february6 etc)
• i reserve the least irony for them

i made myself go to the big day out last sunday. it was hot. i got sunburnt in stupid places. i left straight after sleater-kinney, who made the day for me (i can’t stop saying how much i still love carrie brownstein). everyone was using phone cameras and digital cameras/slrs to take pictures. i felt like an anachronism with my old yashica. (but film forever etc etc)

and i’ve been spending time with this lovely duo while they’re in town. today was lunch in central park along with the two chris’s, and jasper was smearing strawberry everywhere.

it was so hot again that my eyeliner ran riot, but i feel like i could take on the world.

i am feeling web nostalgia lately, for bad design (i want the right words not layouts), the general crappiness of diaryland (which meant i would study the words i posted harder), and even the times when i would refresh uber.nu a hundred times a day for new posts. and remember when livejournal was the equivalent of myspace, the cliquey shit you love to hate?

but the web is ephemera, what’s the point?

to save you from the image of the cow in front of the tokyo tower, here are a couple of photographs i dug out of my mother’s box, and decided to hang onto for a bit…

i started this line of thought because i picked up my parents from the airport today, after they spent chinese new year with my grandmother (she gets worse every twelve months, mum said, and she got upset when i told her that her mother had gone to heaven a long time ago. it’s cyclical though. there’s a new baby, three kids who actually scare it with peekaboo games, and another baby on the way.).

my grandmother looked after these twins years ago. mum doesn’t remember their names. i can’t get over the wistful look of the one resting on the blinds. please let me out! i wonder where they are now?

my cousins and some other kids posing for the camera. i don’t think i had been born yet when this photo was taken.

after the meeting finished, there wasn’t much point driving all the way back to work again, so i took the opportunity to go op shopping. i almost bought a very transparent white skirt, but decided that the creator had actually used their old lace curtains on the bottom and decided not to. but i did pick up this book as a consolation, nick drake songs tabbed for guitar. but i’ve listened to very little nick drake, making it an opportunity to hear some more.

the cover image is strange. fuzzy, like out of focus, but like the light behind him has caused it. maybe i read too much into looking at pictures of dead people.

the new issue of the chimpanzee is out! or at least you can view it online. follow the “links” on the right hand side to the pdf archive, and the chimpanzee 3 (lo res ver) is what you want! shiina ringo obsessed is me!

(*except for issue 2 when i decided to get very sick and just wrote some record reviews instead)

aye, so stupid (lit. meaning) man is still pissing me off by turning up at the library more regularly than i care for, and asking if i want to do something (’i'm pretty busy the next few days’). he’s a doctor for crying out loud, surely should have enough brains; but emotional intelligence, zip.

as other people working here have told me, and as i have witnessed myself, there are more than a few people who visit the library who are mentally deficient. you know, people who come up to the desk and babble on about shipbuilding, even though you never said a word to them to initiate; or the one who thinks ‘the people upstairs’ are stopping him from accessing the betting website…

i was joking the other day about the subject shelf marker for ’social issues’ in the library supplies catalogue, saying we should stick one permanently on the front desk instead. which could be interpreted in two ways: a) old people who come to talk to librarians at the issues desk; b) general weird people.

so as a general rule, working in a library is not going to find you love, it looks for loons for you. although if i worked in a library in a higher socio-economic area, i would bitch less about the appalling state of the stock (found cigarette burns in a book the other day) and the people, and we would get nice donations of middlebrow and highbrow titles that would otherwise go to one of those elizabeth’s secondhand bookshops.

after i get out of here at eight, it will take me forty-five minutes to drive home or thereabouts, afterwards i eat the pasta i prepared the night before, maybe change clothes if i feel my librarian duds today aren’t good enough for the amplifier, rush over to the eight dollar carpark and catch ash naylor playing solo. i’m really excited about it, opposite to the way i’m shitted about work lately (i love my work, but this old man is really bothering me). ash is playing three times in town, and i’m secretly aiming to go to all of them. maybe, cos i kinda stick out due to my ethnicity and i’m embarassingly in the front all the time.

in the archives of the local history section of the library - no actually, the postcards had been sitting around since 1994… i couldn’t help myself but help myself to them…

the one on the top reminds me of old government ads, and the other one is unconvincing hippy shit.

despite the archaic hardware pictured, the one on top is still applicable - people want answers to questions but they still don’t know what they are looking for. how can they search if they don’t know the basic concepts? “google is good, but a librarian is better!”

the worst is when people expect you to find all the answers for them (aka do an assignment) without thinking out the question or bothering to do any legwork. or looking up stupid crap like american indian tribes or names (uh, we have a great section on aboriginal history and culture, we don’t have books on that).

and this has nothing to do with it, but it’s really fucking annoying when people think they can ask you out because they see you all the time working at the library. a drink after work is a drink only, and if you are old enough to be my father, you should know your limits! sheez!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinatowns_in_Oceania

so perth is off the map for most people, including the person who wrote the wiki entry. no really, i don’t blame them, because as long as shopkeepers keep storing their rubbish bins at the gate of chinatown, it’s total trash. or is that “chinatown”? because if you ask the (white) councillors at the city of perth council, chinatown is in fact the other section of northbridge, the long stretch of francis st, where i suppose rent is cheaper and the flow of traffic means there are always people passing by.

chinatown is pretty archaic concept anyway, since it often includes businesses that aren’t necessarily chinese; nor should it be exclusive. why chinese dominance? what is it a symbol of ? success in the new land? did chinatowns originate because chinese businessmen were the ones who had enough money to build the structures and the signifying gates?

of course there’s a greater historical significance in the chinatowns in the eastern states, but perth’s one seems so arbitrary. correct me if i’m wrong though.

yesterday i brought home from the op shop a black floral shirt (thick cotton, reminds me of 80s shirts?) which looked new except there were no buttons. i thought i’d try because i liked the pattern so much, even though i sew nothing. when i got to it there were blue marker dots where the buttons should’ve been, so the previous owner had thought about putting buttons on, but had probably given up and shuffled it off instead. just small things like these, similar to finding homemade 60s clothing, the stitches giving it away.

i got complimented by a tiny old lady whilst wearing one of those, the blue and green polyester peasant top. maybe it’s the familiarity of the costume paired with someone younger. she was my idea of a cool old lady; i often think i would be one too, but first i have to get through the next forty years of my life.

“if i were a drag queen i would be ruth fisher.”

i wonder if my op shopping habits are leading me that way.

i have the day off tomorrow AND i have a car to use. i’m thinking about going to ikea and getting a huge lamp, or maybe scouring some (ripoff) vintage stores for one, since my room is like a cave that only gets light from the front. i wouldn’t mind just op-shopping, and i love patterns, but polyester and australian summer don’t go well together; how did they do it back then? i would also really like a chair to have next to my fake fig tree for reading but that’ll probably have to wait until next payday, since i spent a bit on audio technica headphones (red ones like the one yoppy was wearing in cutie) and a tascam us-122.

and i wanna go sit in that big old rose garden near my old uni.

now all i have to do is wake up at an appropriate hour (six feet under is still depriving me of sleep).

yeah, today is friday, so i do things like catalogue local history maps until lunchtime and then spend the rest of the day doing crap all on the computer if nothing is really pressing.

if you haven’t noticed already, most of the entries have turned into music-related posts, cos that’s my specialty, yeah?

because what am i going to talk about except ramble inanely about popular culture and general things that shit me? for that kind of thing, i’m surprised that krista is still keeping a journal at the same tripod site, with exactly the same design (i don’t mind, cos i’m over redesigns anyway, too much like work).

and i find myself rereading isabelle’s old entries (i was listening to similar music at that time, when the halifax scene was at its peak, so if joel plaskett, the super friendz, sloan, gaven dianda i mean flashing lights…).

anyway, i’ve been watching a lot of six feet under (hooray for interlibrary loan), since i never got into it when it was on tv (but i do remember thinking, ‘who is that handsome cast member’ when i saw them win an emmy). life and death run concentric circles around each other (death in the family who run a funeral home, who help people in their time of grief).

but i’m pretty happy with this one. (they know he’s no remedy to chris rock, right? just cos he’s white doesn’t mean he isn’t nasteee)

all i want to do right now is watch films. yesterday was spacked out, and i guess i will add it to the five films (and albums) from hong kong that i want to write about for my zine. (zine schmene)

i need another set of earplugs cos i lost them again. thank god they only cost a dollar. if i buy the nicer ones, which are probably better for my hearing, i would probably lose them as well. because tonight i’m going to see the sabre tooth tigers again and then i’ll probably just go home or something.

cos i’m tired from staying up to watch movies and listen to music. speaking of which the sony headphones i bought on impulse the other day are shit. they retail for about eighty dollars, but on certain things the bass is distorted, and last night listening to pong nan, on a song with little discernable bass, the midsection vocal was distorted. so uggghhh. i know i’m a picky ass shit anyway.

it’s friday and i’m bored and i’m looking through these, and i have officially uploaded/destroyed the library website (big fonts are for old people, literally).

i would like just one really beautiful natural photograph of myself.

(something like ms b here?)

also i really hate photographs where people pose in front of useless landmarks and objects. “…and here i am next to ___”

from a book my parents gave me for christmas a while ago. probably too sweet for the more average girl, but just right for a six year old.

today we got paid to spend half an hour out in the glorious sun. a suitcase was left unclaimed in the arcade, and the cops and firemen had to be called in. the suitcase turned out to belong to an, ahem, nutter guy who had inadvertently or otherwise left it there (is the concentration of crazy, homeless people higher here, or in the city?). the contents? his clothes.

thinking back to the play welcome to dullsville, i recognised the bums they photographed sleeping on park benches in their montage of amnesty statues and various other things shouting “boring”, and on that note didn’t find much of it funny or insightful and pretty much figured i was watching the wrong play.

last night i couldn’t be stuffed eating dinner and so i drank tea, and canned coffee, and tea and canned coffee mixed together; and i stayed up until 1:30 trying to finish my shiina ringo article, and guess what - i’m still not finished. yeah, sorry eric, i still got like this much to add to the kyoiku review and then i’m done. for reals. i love doing this stuff though…

i’ve noticed lately that when i hand my automatic camera over to some people to take a photo of the family for me, they hold the camera miles away from their face, and complain they can’t see the viewfinder. doesn’t anyone know how to use a simple film camera anymore!??!

today i passed by the living end loitering outside their hotel on the way to buy rice milk from the korean grocery. tonight i went and saw the band i was a sort of member for about a couple of months. the change (or not change) in lineup has been good for them i guess - i anticipate they’ll be headlining their own gigs pretty soon…

meanwhile i’m budgeting to buy some very basic recording gear and instruments, and practicing clarinet again… which i haven’t touched since i quit the thing in year 11, and the case has been a doorstopper since. i haven’t been poisoned by whatever’s in the parts and case yet, so it must be okay…

filling my brain with shiina ringo (as if it’s not usually) in an effort to finish the article. i suppose shuraba is growing on me. (whoever did those wiki entries sure has a lot of patience…)

blah blah blah i have too many ideas in my head right now i need a brain dump

1. on the plane, i fell asleep three quarters of the way through initial d (despite shawn yu’s interesting moustache).
2. maybe that i hadn’t gone without sleep for more than 24 hours helped me stay awake for densha otoko. i don’t know if i buy the ‘based on a true story’ thing, but you can read the partially translated 2ch postings if you like to help make up your mind. somehow still suckered by the story, even if nakatani miki seemed a little too old for her part, and her character far too pleasant and unshaded.
3. i mean, hong kong is one thing. but when you go with two other girls who don’t know the language and are just looking for different stuff, the experience will be somewhat limited. i did not go to macau. i did not get to sit in kowloon park, just across from my hotel. every second place we went to seemed to be a cosmetics store called sasa or watsons or something. god. i did buy twelve cantonese cds, a hello kitty ocarina and a small bottle of umeshu, besides the mundane stuff.
4. so that’s kinda why i don’t have superlatives to really describe the trip when people have been asking me. i also lost another two kilos that week, which is ridiculous when there is so much food out there, any hour of the day. you do not lose weight on holiday! sick? walked too much? no appetite? sick of noodles? too lazy to look for food?
5. the buzz lightyear astroblaster is the best ride at disneyland hong kong. i scored level 4 out of 7 shootin’ those targets. which is alright.
6. screw the rest of disneyland.
7. feel like reading the art of travel posthumously. similarly, i actually feel more free walking the streets of my hometown than the crowded streets many miles away in tsimshatsui. i need space. i think this runs for everything else too.
8. i was a bit peeved though with the comment that hong kong looked all the same.

hi, i am alive, but kinda deaded. back at work again when frankly i rather wouldn’t. the library is a mess with cleaning and half taken apart shelves and book shifting. ugh. i wanna go back to bed or finish a series of unfortunate events. also, i am taking stronger antibiotics now, since somehow in hong kong it started all over again. i hate shelving. whine whine whine… proper post about my trip a bit later.

i was told by a library patron whom i’m fond of, that i look like a girl out of the ring today. stuff you wear when you can’t think of things to wear to work - puffy knee length denim skirt (’princess-like’, said a colleague, even though i hate princess anything), tights, faux pearl button cardigan and mary janes. i was really aiming for a godard character.

i also pre-ordered the limited edition of hello crazy gentleman (i don’t want to miss out on the bowie cover bonus track), as well as tokyo jihen’s otona; and another order for marked down cds such as baby blue (tuneless but so catchy!), and some keigo iwase (not heard of him before, but listening to all the samples without going ‘bleah!’ and leaving the page must mean something - maybe i should rename my zine ‘crush sandwiches’, hahaha).

too much to spend before a trip, but limited offers get me everytime.

e-tickets are stupid, and making me stress. how do i know for sure that they won’t send me packing when i give them the code? i want a real ticket to hong kong, not a string of numbers and letters…

other than that, i can barely stay awake at work. i’ll probably sleep the whole flight through; i’m hypertired already.

i can’t wait to find things to take pictures of.

but for now until five fifteen zzzzzz

i just realised i’ve been sick for the past three weeks straight, and well, that has kinda sucked.

also i’m thinking seriously about going to the big day out for the first time ever, because of sleater-kinney, m.i.a., wolf and cub and the greenhornes. i guess i could endure the uncomfortableness, the heat and the kids a bit just for that.

• recieving a letter and subflex cds in the mail
• peanut butter chocolate anything. mostly reese’s and m&ms; the peanut butter jumbo kit kat is only passable
• finally getting my rumble fish soundtrack lp, three months via sea and quarantine ripping into the package. under the picture of stewart copeland (i didn’t realise how good looking he was then), he is called “the rhythmatist”. there are also three pens in the pocket of his white shirt just waiting to leak.
• the silversun pickups are kinda alright.
• hana yori dango the japanese adaptation of the manga for sure. meteor garden was the taiwanese version that came first, spawning that awful f4 boyband. it was excruciating to watch, even though everyone was watching it. somehow the characters seemed to be thinking with their hair follicles, and every action came out pained and nonsensical. in the japanese version, makino has real guts and likes to punch boys, which is exactly what i’m looking for.
• boy meets boy by david levithan
• i discovered strawberry switchblade after i kept hearing about some dvd coming out soon. yoshikawa hinano does a cover of since yesterday in japanese. no wonder they like em - they’re a little like wink, but western, bigger hair, more makeup, dark and light at the same time.