JBJ is Dead.

I am well and truly upset.

OH!

Have I ever missed music, while confined for the past 16 days. Justice's Genesis was playing over and over my head for the first few days. And did I ever missed music that makes ear drums bleed. And OH! OH! OH! Boys Noize will be playing here on October 11th at Zouk. By some happy providence, I have an appointment to club at Zouk that night. I have been informed however that the night may be spent with 'Urban' music, which upsets me terribly.

How could you not feel like cumming in your pants listening to Alexander Ridha do his thang? This issue completely perplexes me. I am however, opening an invitation to any and everyone, if you find the clip entertaining and you abso-fucking-lutely agree that Boys Noize is awesome to join me on October the 11th. So I won't be the only pussy who wants to be in the main arena more.



Make the case for good music people. Join in the aural orgasm. Safe sex, helps with the problem of an aging population.

I am tempted to start sobbing, at the outpouring of well wishes from people. I've always been anti social, never saw the point in mixing around unless it could in some way directly benefit me. Thus, I never really got close to people.

Understandably, I'm feeling extremely touched and kinda emotional when people whom I have not contacted for as long as 6 months, some whom I've even lost contact information with call and wish me the best, somehow discovering that I enlist tomorrow.




And this is me, extremely fat and with hair. The result of filling myself up with steak and other food that I will not be able to afford while serving the nation.



Goodbye nice people, I wish that more of you were single females.

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It brings a tear to my eye, how sometimes people misconstrue what kind of person I am. And also, how little I think people care when them most surprising of things happen when I least expect it.




And there are so many people I would love to hug, but do not have the gonads to. I'll see you guys around when I book out in hopefully 2 weeks.

=(

I wish I were asexual.


Really.

Justice!

I don't really give a damn about jeans, especially overrated Levi's and their crappy ads. But, using Justice's Genesis for their campaign just tempts the geeky fanboy in me to no end. The first time I heard the ad the first reaction I had was to get those funky electronic music jeans and my next was to attempt to rather flaccidly beatbox to the music.


Good move, Levis. I might actually consider getting the new unbuttoned line.


EDIT: One of the Creative Director for this video was Sir John Hegarty. I don't know, I'm kinda underwhelmed. As a consumer, apart from the music, the video ad doesn't really do anything for me either.

Great Coconuts of Fire.

I think, the greatest thing I fear losing as a result of my conscription will be not being able to work in the food service industry anymore. It sounds strange, especially for the rarefied who I have managed to develop functional non-professional relationships with at work have heard me complain about burning out and detesting not being challenged by the monotony that is work.

However my short lived (3 years!) stint in the food service industry has been both enlightening and a crazy, wild ride. I'm going to miss the craziness of working at Max Brenner's with a staff united in loathing the boss, the girls at Lawry's-oh you crazy sexy things whom I lacked the balls to fully exploit beyond physical flirtation- and finally I'm going to miss the sort-of maverick rock star I've become at the Starbucks. I'm going to miss being able to walk into a store and have impressionable new hires swoon.

"I am very please and honoured that you would actually be my next coffee mentor to guide me.I really admire your coffee knowledge and passion to teach,therefore i would not want to miss this opportunity to be coach by you."

Yea. People actually talk to me like that. Suck on that motherfuckers. I'm going to miss the status and hype.



I'm going to become a maggot in about a week's time. =(

Hey Lloyd!

You know, in less than a week I'll be conscripted into our nation's glorious armed forces and the sinking feeling has already begun. Ugh, two years of forced labour drawing on a pitiful allowance and being at the beck and call of our glorious country sucks.


Especially since Camera Obscura will be performing for one night only come October 29th and I will probably be digging trenches somewhere in Tekong island.


Ugh. The discounted $38 NSF rate mocks me.