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sucker for string

anyone who's ever seen a blue october video will understand when i say - grown up straight men with eyeliner shouldn't be allowed to appear on tv.

so perhaps its a new phase of emo-disease i have. first i confessed to having a weakness for my chemical romance, now its blue october. wtf. it's those damn violins/mandolins in that Into the Ocean song. (since when do songs get their own wikipedia entries?)

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my colleague's flown off, leaving me all alone in this nice apartment in the middle of the city, in the middle of the desert. i've got stacks of dvds and downloads to get me through the weekends so this is going to be the best solitary confinement i'll ever have. the kitchen and fridge is stocked - pasta, instant noodles, precious pork sausages and even stuff like onions, garlic and sauces - all ready for my cooking whims.

tomorrow i aim to venture into the desert to see a tree that's somehow survived in the middle of the desert dunes. i hope my trusty toyota saloon car doesnt get stuck. in any case, if you don't see this blog updated soon, please do send a search party and look out for a lost chinese boy clutching onto his mp3 player and water bottle.

this business trip away, although putting my social life in paralysis, has given some good time to catch up on some reading, side projects (check out thecicak's new look!) and chatting with friends from different time-zones. i've also finally gotten around to downloading some new music. a little late, but i'm really getting into muse's new album - too bad i missed out on their kl gig. oh - speaking of gigs - shakira's performing in the region. bless those hips - they really don't lie.

Comments (1)

nyx:

i am jealous you get to travel into the middle of a desert to see a treeeeeeeeee, i wanna see treeeeeee

ok, did i just sound spastic?

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