The year of infinite sadness that is. It’s my HSC year. Oh God, help me.
Anyways, I’m getting used to not having a keyboard and mouse around (technically, a way of forcing me into doing homework and study) and going on the computer with an egg-timer next to me!
I have fifteen minutes to go!
Anyways, things to come in the next few weeks, IN POINT FORM!
Some decent Film Reviews
Photo blogging/reviewing of my trip to Sydney FC v Melbourne Victory
As above, yet on the awesome concert that was THE NATIONAL!
More on my little endeavours through life.
Overall, a more active blog, to keep me sane.
Also, the MASSIVE love for my Big Day Out post is both flattering and gratuitously accepted. Never had such a jump in views in my life! Thank you my visitors!
And so, a naïve pharmacist started what was set to be a big day, pun intended, at Big Day Out 2008. After all the dramas of buying tickets on-line at 4a.m., arguing with pedantic parents on my right to attend and a huge cancellation that came as unexpectedly as the death the day beforehand, I was on my way to what I hoped would be the first of many outings to what is an Australian institution.
I will unfortunantely be cancelling my comic book standing order. It’s costing too much money, the pateince of the guys at my local comic shop has been put to the test for far too long and I just don’t have the time for comics anymore. All this is proven by the amount of comics I have laying around still to be read.
I know that I’ll definitely be wanting more comics after reading the ever-expanding pile that has to be read, but I thinks it’s best that I let that feeling mature until the end of 2008, when I don’t have to worry so much about my finances or time (I hope).
Oh, and I still have Trade Paperbacks to occupy my time! Hooray!
I recently got the album Sound of Silver by LCD Soundsystem. It’s such a great, beat-driven, danceably-punky album. Really, for the most part, made of music you can just dance to.
Yet the last track, New York I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down, really does something to me. It’s very different to every other track: It isn’t stunningly built like or a crazy party track. It’s slow, conquered by vocalist/producer James Murphy’s crooning vocals, professing the ultimate love/hate relationship: one with your hometown.
In many ways, I feel the same about Sydney. Give the song a listen and you’ll know what I mean…
A whole load of Pokemon and DragonBall Z cards hit me on the head the other day, as I went to open my wardrobe. Best taken as a sign that my wardrobe is a complete mess about to fall to the ground, but I took it as something much cooler. I took it as a sign that my childhood wanted a bit of interaction with who I am today.
Looking through the cards, I can’t help but feel all the memories flooding right back: going to Toys R Us for weekly “tournaments”, wearing my Ash Ketchum cap with pride, aiming to get mini badges that probably cost 50c a piece; spending all my allowance on booster packs; getting particularly excited when K-mart or Electronics Boutique had a card sale on; the joy of getting my first Charizard; waiting endlessly for Dragon Ball Z voice actors to sign my premium cards; buying folder after folder and box after to fit my ever expanding collection; entering “Kamehameha Blast-Off” competitions (probably my first theatrical experience) to win even more cards and action figures. Those were the days.
I’ll post a picture up of the cards soon. It’s funny, looking back at our childhood with such glee to those times, yet refusing to fully embrace it due to some sort of social barrier. I want to break that barrier.
There’s a convinience store close to my workplace that sells a wide array of imported candy, chocolate and soft drinks. And I must say now, I am hooked. There’s now nothing more pleasing than wasting all my cash on edible imported goods that mix the strangest of flavours, two of which always seem to be peanut butter and chocolate.
I guess it started early last year when I chose a packet of peanut butter M&M’s on a visit to Sugar Fix in Westfield Centrepoint with friends. Everything about it attracted me. Even the packaging is superior to that of Australian chocolate: the slightly papery material ensures not slippery, sweaty, quasi-disgusting packets. The only problem with any of them seems to be that each product costs within the region of $2-$3.50, creating a large financial dilemma.
Maybe there is something more pleasing. Like finally paying off my new camera. Whenever that will happen
Seriously. Were you all asleep during the lessons on light in Science? Did you even read the manual of your oh-so-hawt Sony Cybershot?
All you did was create an annoying strobe-light effect that distracted from what was the better show, that being done by Justin Timberlake. I laugh at the though of seeing your reactions after you took so-many photos with flash, only to see several black screens with dim patches of the stage lighting showing.
That, and you sucked as a crowd. Justin deserved better.
(On that note, the show was damn awesome. I thank Justin Timberlake for hiring the world’s hottest back-up dancers. Ever.)
To try to recover myself from the disappointment from not getting BDO tickets last night, I got the new Radiohead album. So, I paid nothing for it through their “Choose your own price, we really don’t mind,” (see post title) system. Yet not because I’m a scab; Radiohead is actually on the list of bands I will never steal an album from, ever. Rather, I don’t have a credit card. But I will buy the DiscBox version of it, validating my “purchase” as legitimate in my eyes, as well as being conviniently released the day before my birthday. Hooray!
For the record (no pun intended), the album is beautiful. Shows all those other Alternative artists how to do their job, as well all the nu-rave kids why they will never last. And in only 50 minutes as well.
Don’t ask me about which song was the best. I’m still very undecided.
For some reason beyond me at this moment, I though that taking photos with a shitty camera-phone would do well at no one, but two concerts some months ago. In the end, after obsessive picture-taking through the songs I wasn’t moshing to, only the above photo was decent enough to show off on this dear blog of mine. I just love the way the lights create the silhouettes of the band and the heads in the crowd. Oh, and the fact that the name in the background isn’t blurred, unlike every other photo I have. Hopefully, with the new camera I’m getting as soon as I pay it off (just a basic Pentax Optio E40; I’m far too novice in still photography to get any crazy SLR gizmo), I’ll be able to get some decent photos
Both shows were excellent by the way. Arctic Monkeys sometimes started to protrude that “We’re too cool to rock out” vibe, but then would suddenly blow you away ten seconds after. True quality performers; they already look like they could be around for the next twenty years, probably winning their own weight in Grammys and then getting involved in their own Kate Moss drug scandal along the way. Bloc Party, however, made sure I was dead from overdose of awesome by the end of the show. Every song they played was like some sort of crazy beast came into the Hordern Pavilion and annihilated everyone in there, including me. It was bliss, even if the sound mixing was a bit off. Easily the best live show I’ve seen.
I don’t know how I developed this thing for going to see bands live. It’s certainly an expensive habit. But I think it has something to do with the sheer ecstasy and adrenalin rush of being around other passionate people, watching the person whose music you’ve idolised play them in a manner that’s raw and liable for unrehearsed moments. Or maybe I’m just trying to find an outlet for a natural need to escape the norm every now and again. Either way, this Friday is Expatriate and The Cops at the Metro. Should be fun.
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