Posts on Jan 1970

Woah …thank u

First AMV found made with “Dance so Slowly”

Flattered truly I am :). And very well done

Your royal madness;
who is counting the hours to full restoration of her broadband quota.

Sniffles but back

*Comes out of the covers, looks left, then right…looks under the covers to double check, glances surreptiously at the demon of a flu virus that still lingers, and asks “Are we still doing this today, so many many pills…woah the colours…”*

It’s been awhile since a bout of flu has knocked me out for 2 whole weeks…well almost 2. I am guessing that my body has forgotten what flu is after what feels like an eternity of cease-fire from the beast. So *sniffles* where the hell were we?

Oh yes stories stories stories. Get these babies out of the way so we can have some new ones eh?

On catching up with old acquaintances
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Airport Catch ups
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Last minute airport catch ups with 2 long time friends before I head back to Australia. Thanks for the send off dudes! One of them professes that I used to save her head from exploding in Chinese class from time to time….with gaffer tape. Gaffer tape helps. The other is someone whom I’ve known since I was 3, somehow, we went to the same music schools, the same kindergarden the same convent school. Which really translates to…we have so sooo much dirt on each other 😛

Always good to hear that old friends are traveling well and generally being happy beings. And of course, swapping stories of our various adventures was the highlight, wish there was more time, so I’d definitely have to spend more time catching up the next time I land in that area.

Some good some bad.
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Some catch ups good. Some catch ups bad. Some I want to lobotomize my head so I don’t feel and don’t remember. Especially those that dissolve into lifestyle comparisons about who’s got what and how much better we’re doing than them etc… It’s funny that as you age, your tolerance level for obligatory meet ups diminish past the point of zero. Toxic meet ups like that feel like bad seafood to me, you’re sick to the stomach and you wonder why you didn’t smell it coming.

Truly, I rather be hanging around with friends and discussing the important issues like…hmmm… what kind of brain has the most fiber for a healthy zombie diet.

Ok more stories coming…but we take a break because the force has been disturbed and I have been tagged by Sofie to answer the following. 5 reasons why I blog.

1) I am paranoid. I live in the constant fear of having my brains scrambled by a psychopath with chopsticks. In my dream, he jams the chopsticks up through my nose and I forget who I am and become a psycho killer servant of destruction with no memories. This journal might be the one that saves me…or is all that is left of me.

2) I don’t know, but something about the minions here addressing me as “Mistress” and other forms of godhood is good enough to keep me here and wanting more.

3) Because the other alternative is expensive therapy sessions.

4) There’s no one else to talk to here except me, the house and the voices in my head…

5) Because my cat said, “go forth and blog”…

Now I tag thee. Why the hell do you blog…5 reasons.

Now.

I said …Go.

popcorn 2

Second piece of popcorn. Nursing a cold at the moment. Woke up with it. Apparently, my body is just not giving me a break at the moment, might have caught the virus while packed in the Cinema watching Transformers.

Awesome mindless entertainment.

Gigs in Singapore
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Yeah I spoke about that before. But I didn’t actually tell u what happened in our second show in Singapore yeah? Let’s just say that there was a minor miscommunication between the organisers of the arts fest and the army and we ended up fighting for Sonic shout space with the Singapore Army who were rehearsing for their national day parade at the same time that we were performing.

I’m pretty sure the audience didn’t see/ hear much of it..or maybe they didn’t mind the remixes. But…when you are performing and your ears are like a bat’s you hear the army anthems good and it was disconcerting to hear happy, nationalistic anthems dwelling in some of my tunes.

I mean I don’t remember drums to the beat of swing in my songs and was it trumpets? and whooping cheering things…maniacal laughter yes but cheers of nationalistic joy are another tale to be told by another girl.

Then there were the army boats parked at the waterfront across where we were performing. I keep picturing a blitzkrieg of the stage via land, sea and air. Especially the sea.

I don’t think I do well with authority figure type things. Bah.

Ah well…it’s not everyday that u get to sing to a nation’s army…if they were listening.

And So begin the popcorn stories

How’s all? Again.

10+ days away from the net felt like a lifetime. It’s a strange abyss of emptiness without the net I might add.

PS: thanks for the spam like links for your royal madness to seek help for internet addictions. You minions are real smart arses aren’t you? I told you that I can quit any damn time I want.

*Digs her claws further into her router as she says this*

Back in the land of OZ and huddled in Sydney enjoying the winter. I have just about made it through your emails…ok most of it. The newly arrived huddled masses of emails will have to wait for a bit. But I’ll get to it I promise.

Plans for the rest of the year are more shows (an anime convention in Sydney perhaps?) and then the writing of the next album. It’s about time I got to working on the next because I’m so itching to write and if I don’t soon I might spontaneously combust and my ashes would comprise of some really rude words.

More shows you say? When are you gigging in my town. Believe me when I say your royal madness is working on it. Hopefully speaking with some people who might be able to help with tours. Meanwhile I thank u for your patience and persistence, my minions who wait…and wait…and wait….gah

Damn the non-invention/ commercialised use of the TARDIS and flight taxes. Yes your royal madness has been going a little Dr Who crazy of late. I do like the geeky men.

Yes…now for the stories posted through the hours. They shall be weaved like pop corn. Of brief existences, crispy but ever so satisfying…we hope.

*Hands you the first of many miniscule but figurative pop corns.*

Birthday
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Recently birthday-ised. Usually I cower under the covers to wish my birthdays away. You see, there’s this warped logic that if I was never actually born then I can’t actually die or age or whatever else it is you mortals do. And if Birthdays can never find me…then I’m immortal aren’t I?

Heh…denial is a cheap drug. So you will allow me that yeah? Also parties, have I told you I fear parties?

So yes…with the exception of this year and another few couple of times I’ve been sprung birthday surprises…I’m really barely 10…maybe 15….

Still a warped thanks to the birthday ninjas who cornered me into a new age.

Signed
Your lying lying denying denying paranoid neurotic arachnid.

Back from strange lands

Hey all

China was interesting. Back in OZ now. Note the word interesting…because it’s been so very good and so very bad. I shall be uploading some piccies onto my picassa account in a jiffy.

I’m just so happy that my stomach has purged whatever alien virus I might have acquired from China. Let’s just say that the experience has been most…slimming. Yes that is a word that almost sums it up.

Back to swimming through your messages, minions, before we proceed with the stories eh. Yes, yes, your royal madness is in the house and has a little catching up to do. Not to mention unearthing my studio from under the hill of month long bills.

**Shivers**

Now where’s my psychic paper that will let me get into the world bank’s vaults to help meself with some mula while we are all at it.