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im craving beer.

if you're one of those i've been seeing alot this hols, you're probably sick of anything i say that begins with "when i was in chaingmai .."

but the beer there was so fucking cheap, i was drinking practically everyday. and that was mild, compared to some people, aye? yall know who yall are. :)

did u know they had a beer called "Seven Sexy Leo Girls" ? it sounds like a wannabe girl rock band, but too cute. its such a dorky thing to do, but i brought an empty can of it home as a memento. it sits on my table next to the minibottle of lumbago (snicker!) snake wine, very much worse for the wear, probably the cause of the sick crunch i heard when i sat on my luggage to zip it shut.

i REALLY miss cheap beer. and rockin' out and bootyshakin' to good music at C Bar. and the hothotHOT spanish lead singer, who told me my name in spanish means "my beloved son", which really pleased me to no end. afterall, i used to be the scruffy tomboy who'd terrify boys into hiding in the school boy's toilet in primary school. no lie, i swear on Kaka. :)

some pics from our night at German Brewery in Chaingmai, where the beer and food was GREAT and cheap, and the music of choice was Tata Young in Concert. excuse our overly sloppy dressing, i had just bought that top (5 smackeroos!) and had to wear it.

beer makes adiel strong:) i'm missing them and the Koomers badly. i'd see them soon in school, but you dont get over 24X14=you do the math companions that easily. but i do not miss the three times champion pissed drunk qing. we had to take care of her, and she NEVER stops even when you say "alright qingy, i don't wanna lug your drunken ass home, that's your last one, you hear?"

that thing is snake wine, and rather irrelavant actually.

in other news, the producers was laggy, but a riot to watch, even/especially with a fanana grumpy 'cause i woke her up at 9am after trying to sleep the entire night. we window shopped, and we did our thing, bitchy people-watching, at our fave spot for it! i drew this sign in chilli sauce to rate some of the terrible dressers. heheh!

oh and by the way, i won a brand new "Failure To Launch" movie poster in an online contest i barely remember entering. it's the first time i've ever won any contests, so you'd think i'm more excited.

well, not being a fan, but just greedy for freebies, i'm selling the poster. there's a tee shirt too, which i cant decide whether or not to keep. but POSTER FOR SALE! quote me a FAIR price and i'd consider kay? needless to say, highest bidder wins. it's double-sided by the way, collector's value there.

BUY THIS POSTER FROM ME!!!

BUY THIS POSTER FROM ME!!!

potential buyers, please tag, or email me at jaded_source@hotmail.com :)

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.


hello world. its 4.22am. here's how i spend the last 5 or so hours.

Almost Famous was on tv a week or so ago. i was exhausted that, so i asked my mom to tape it for me. i finally got round to watching it, but was spluttering curses (quietly, because at the unholy hour of 1 am, the iwaki household just needs an excuse to be roused. so i hissed, more like.) because i got cut off just as it was getting to the good part.

GRRR. switch on laptop, start a download of almost famous. avoid spreeing sites, cause am seriously killing myself down that road. money goes out, none comes in 'cause silly i wanted to do something different this time, and also a few promised jobs did not deliver. coughangie. coughben. coughcoughCOUGH! oh how very subtle..

so than i was listening to Bohemian Rhapsody over and over again. everyone knows that song. no introduction necessary.

i looove the drama of it, but after the 23rd or so time, i was getting reflective. not good. 'cause after reflection come, you know it, brooding, and then ta-freaking-dah, emo.

so i took it off repeat, and still being in the mood for some Queen, put all my Queen songs on shuffle. Love Of My Life plays. it yanks at my heartstrings. GRR. next.

well than boys and girls, i'd set you the scene.


it is in the middle of the night, 4am thereabouts. you are in your comfiest FBTs and oversized jersy, or whatever rocks your boat, the debris of late night binging scattered around you.

silence, apart from the music from your headphones.

one lone light over you in the living room, everything else in darkness in deferrence to your kind mom's complains that your insomnia is shooting the electricity bill sky high.

your irritatable, noisy family's snug in their rooms.

like me, you might as soon flap your hand at the dark, especially when you're in the safety of your home. you're feeling pretty good from the good strong dose of music. a little doozy, because you are wrecking your sleep patterns after all, but it's all still good.


still at this point...

you really would not like The Invisible Man to come on, without ample warning!

unless you have nerves of steel, in which case i am dreadfully envious, you may end up like me, tumbled on the floor in squealing, scrambling panic like someone just yanked the chair out from under me.


freakin' hell!! you may laugh, but wait til you try it for yourself!

"All poetry is a reproduction of the tones of actual speech."


Something strange is stirring in me tonight.
I can't sleep.
I feel odd, heavy and yet, light. Almost whimsical but not, because there is a sense of work that needs to be done calling.


I can't get over Chaingmai, either. It's like a lover I left behind, not a country I spend time in.

candid shots are the best, no?

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It's been a while since i read some. Here's one for your enjoyment too, dear readers.



Wind and Window Flower
by Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

YES! that sounds more like the Angelina I used to worship. She punched him! It'll be just like her, to leave a former Hottest Man Alive behind, a battered and whineylittleboy mess. Haven't i mentioned, how much I hated Brad Pitt domesticating her?

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