I'm the perfect decoy with no alibi. Some things, even if its structure remains intact, still change. We are now ruled by different rules and different areas of acceptance. Cat power tickets are bought (don't ask how, but lets just say it involved quite a bit of strategic timing) and come January 2010 I'll be broke but I feel so amazing it doesn't really matter. The sight of a heavy downpour made me spring up the school steps today and I wish the rain would stay to rain on everyone else's parade except for mine.

Cat Power tickets are now sold out. WHY DON'T I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE SHAMELESSLY INDIE OR CRAZY ENOUGH TO PAY FOR RANDOM CONCERTS?? Then again, I would just have been a sad sad sack of a pillow at her concert, listening to all those songs that meant so much to me.

We Are Going. Omg.

Now, who's going to watch Cat Power ($25) with me?!

Japan

There's just too much to say about Japan. The hokkaido milk packed in glass bottles at the station which we had everyday, the bullet train ride to Osaka where I had moments to contemplate about not contemplating, the crazy small shops filled with the best old things, the feeling of not knowing what to expect everytime we stepped into an eatery, the lights and sounds that filled the shopping districts at night, the people-watching at Harajuku, the bakeries that were good enough for any meal of the day, the pornified streets of Shinjuku where both men and women are objectified, the feeling that more things are possible in Japan than anywhere else in the world, the politeness of the people which made us so much more aware of how gruff and curt we can be, the street acts who performed not out of money but purely for their craft, the hair envy we exprienced and basically living breathing the place and air you thought couldn't possibly exist but does. We will have to go back there again, someday, soon, to be bowled over and humbled in the quiet unassuming way that Japan does.

At P.S Cafe, Harding Road.
The company.

The food.

The aunties.

The motley crew of Nothing is Happening, Not at All, I don't know and Me, poured our aunty souls out over a brunch you'd wish you could have everyday, even if it made you fat and broke. I had a short reunion with my favouritest 'spensive cake, Berry Chocolate Cheesecake though now I can only content myself by dreaming of eating it till I find a good enough reason to override the shortcomings (getting fat & broke) of going there. We were there so long, we left permanent buttmarks on the leather seats. Nearly everything was perfect and the day hung still in that glass-enclosed paradise.