let’s have a funky pig pig party.

claire’s birthday party was a big success, everyone present had lots of fun, including herself (with tina hohohoho). it shall be enough to say that my bedroom has been desecrated by the scarlet women in se. i myself had two and a half tabs of ecstasy, a few joints and a steady stream of alcohol, so i was a bit out of my pretty head as well when i started kissing with my boyfriend and my ex (ex: ‘he’s just drunk, isn’t he?’ bf: ‘hmmmm.’)

around 5 o’clock, people did start leaving, claire was moaning on the couch that she didn’t know where she was, there were three jackie o’s and there was this thick and threatening mist hanging everywhere, which i quickly got out of my mind by desecrating claire’s bedroom with my personal asian. ahhh – i feel awful. don’t do drugs, kids!

kira kira boshin.

wooo! i got my kimono. it’s splendid and gorgeous and full of pink and black gorgeousness. some random pictures of me and jackie’s afternoon in dihua jie:

 

then of course, i actually got the kimono.

 

and yes, it is double-sided.

now there is a home party! it shall either be a complete success or a total disaster. off i run in this flustered state of mind!

 

for relaxing times…

yesterday night was supposed to be a quiet night out, till 3 or so. unfortunately, the world-renowned ana magriteh dragged us to a hellhole where they couldn’t serve a decent gin-tonic and played either no music at all, or norah jones on repeat. i leave it to you to decide what’s worse. after that though, we went to taipei’s dinkiest rock bar, underworld, where we proceeded to drinking till em, six. the music was good (‘cashmere’! ‘rebellion’! ’sound and vision’!), the beer went down well, the company was slutty and pleasant (three Scarlet Women and ditto men, actually), miss jacqueline o. made her entree, followed by a quick exit…

but actually, the best part of the evening was our little lost in translation-esque slogan.  so…

for relaxing times…

make it PIG PIG times!

now i’m quietly going to die. ta for now!

i believe in me, my magic is real.

the last few days have been grossly satisfying. the deluded teacher robyn’s eyes filled with tears when she finally heard about my coming demise, new glasses have been acquired, an ex-somewhat possible lovaah has been reconciled with, em, me, and i’ve taken necessary steps to replace my trusty old Handy. :( when i called someone there was nothing but BREEP BREEP noises, a bit like the new dntel record nina von tannenbaum reviewed so succulently.

so i’ve actually been… rather busy. woo, shocking. mr. alfred’s new all-purpose 1974-style glassez:

i really should have a pea green volvo station wagon, a tattered orange skai couch and a huge collection of carole king memorabilia to go with them. so… beep it, dear reader!

meet teacher simon in the dollar bin.

pictures of our debauchery last saturday are all over the interweb already, so i’ve decided to put a small contribution up. har har. today we had parent-teacher meeting at the Happy Buxiban English Scam. the parents of the two kids i like the most turned up to tell me how much their kids adore me, and how good my classes are. IN YR FACE TEACHER ROBYN. robyn looked like she wanted to gnaw her right arm off or, alternatively, have a cyanide-flavoured 7-11 slurpee. nobody gets in teacher simon’s way! euphoria euphoria.

quite the evening indeed. i look forward to never repeating it again!

 

mix mix, tape tape.

i just made the perfect mix for ehm, a totally crazy catwalk or a service station in the ethiopian highlands.  sharing time, dear reader!

1. saturdays – cut copy
2. i was a lover – tv on the radio
3. sleek answer – les georges leningrad
4. sex machine (james brown cover) – the flying lizards
5. girl and the sea – the presets
6. subject to the ladder – broadcast
7. the long list of girls – the blow
8. golden skans (erol alkan megamix) – klaxons
9. natural’s not in it – gang of four
10. yea yeah – matt & kim
11. we’ll make a lover of you – les savy fav
12. fever sleeves – q and not u
13. don go do it – the rapture
14. take pills – panda bear
15. i shot andy warhol – yo la tengo
16. deerhunter – heatherwood

just the right mix of punky synthrock, dreamy softcore and glam madness. ah, the aural pleasure.

stacked crooked.

last night was trailer park trashy. lindsey’s birthday party was nice until the brutal drunk invaders (ie. us) invaded brutally and spoke slurredly…. well, to be honest there was no speaking involved at all, just making out at Love Boat or Make Out Club levels. then i somehow got incredibly drunk and stoned in fresh, the sucki-suckiest club on earth, and went home to puke. ahhh how it feels to be 16 again!

better news: i just had a burger and a salad chez the diner. but there’s still memories, a big bottle of coke and les savy fav music….  哎唷！！！！！！

refractions in the plastic pulse.

one of my favourite songs ever, by my favourite groop ever, id est stereolab. this bubbly 17-minute epic goes from swooning 60s-loungepop to something that sounds like two happy robots dancing, to a peculiar phase where the robots’ batteries die and paranoia kicks in (that cute little beat sounds so 1997 in a good way), and back to space-pop incantations. sonic bliss, ladies and gentlemen.

the layered vocals of sadier and hansen are piled ever so tastefully upon layers and layers of electronic clicks and swoons, creating the aural equivalent of a box of belgian bonbons. lyric nerds unite:

ce qui est n’est pas clos, du point de vue le
plus essentiel,
ce qui est ouvert, est a etre.

ahhh. also loved recently: les savy fav’s ‘meet me in the dollar bin’ and cornelius‘ ‘beep it’. tats.