dude.
like the worst mother effing hang over in the world.

and lil kim if you're reading this (ali, pls alert lil kim), u will always be my homegirl...i only betray you when drunk on tequila and beer.

it's raining.
i miss you.

jane's addiction - been caught stealing

this one makes absolutely no sense, but it gets me every single time.

Should I be walking the beach
Then I'd be holding your hand
I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited throw your hands into the air
No one can judge you baby
That don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign
So now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
No one alive can lock the door to your dreams
Caught in the middle
Next to me
I swim with the fishes
You come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys
That didn't like the land

DJ Shadow vs. Ian Brown - Dolphins Were Monkeys (UNKLE remix)

a little bit of this and a little bit of that makes up for a whole lot of nothing, i guess.

saves the day - anywhere with you

The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on

dancing to armin all the way up front is the shit, so is cutting through massive lines with a media pass.

and even though the next three weeks is gonna be hell, we'll get through it alright. i just know it. how's that for optimism? :)

american analog set - born on the cusp

i am beginning to have a tough time believing the things you say. This is me not giving a fuck about anything anymore.

jimmy eat world - disintegration


adendum@315pm
i am such a whiner, but Styrofoam's Couches in Alleys makes me want to cry. sigh. the day couldnt feel longer.

ok, like seriously? i think im borderline workaholic. ought to do abit more research on this. i am back at the office on a saturday, and for the record, its one of those perfect sleep-in saturdays. i dont think it has anything to do with having nothing to go home to, but more like me just feeling completely unproductive when i'm not banging something out. sometimes, i even secretly source for my shoots when i'm out with friends. i take mental notes of where to loan stuff from and the like.

im rambling because i dont quite know what to say. well, i do know what to say. and in fact, there are a few things i'd like to say. but not today i guess.

dinner and drinks with Charm's mom tonight. hell cool shit. but of course, the asshole that Charmaine is, she isn't jumping for joy at the idea. in fact, i dare say she's frowning at the oddity of it all. don't frown my dear. you look hell hot when you smile. and i promise i will have her home at a decent hour :)

the editors - munich