Monday, August 22, 2011

Somebody woke up slightly hungover today.

It was an interesting evening, C. planned for us to meet at a bar right at the end of Henshan Rd. Behind Xujiahui Park, turns out they have this promotion on Mondays, buy one get one free on imported beers, only we were there on a Sunday.

What do you do, huh?

Well we bought some beers in the convenience store and headed straight for the park. Hadn't gone drinking in a park for years now. High point of the night: Milk hid behind a bush and jumped on an innocent Chinese couple on their night stroll.

The guy protected himself using his girlfriend as cover, for real. You can't make this stuff up.

We ended up in a KTV right behind Metro City with this insane promotion, one fucking hundred yuan for the whole night until 6 am. Of course, their selection of English songs wasn't the best, still Milk managed to sing his brains out.



Chinese word of the day: Half-price, ban4jia3 半价

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

And somehow it would all be right if we were back in Corsica. Milk and me.

It's all about this island. It's all about Corsica...

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

MIYAVI CORSICA PATRIMONIO

I just remembered!

Reading through my blog's previous entries I came upon my 'Miyavi's playing here tonight, but more on that later...' idiotic hopeful entry... let me tell you a couple of things about Miyavi in Patrimonio, Corsica, that glorious day, for it was glorious alright...

I had never woken up earlier and happier than that shame of a morning. Took a shower and attired myself with the best of my best, all topped with my Shanghai 2007 Miyavi T-xu, just to prove my point over Corsican wannabe crazyrabidfangirls. For I was the real deal.

Turns out Milk forgot the camera charger in Shanghai, which meant for me, oh yes O brothers, NO CAMERA. Go ahead and ask him, go ahead and ask Milk Senior as well, the typhoon of rage I was that morning after finding out I was probably going to have the chance of taking a picture with Miyavi, and there was going to be no camera. For there are NO cameras to be borrowed at Migliacciaru...

Why I was so certain that I was probably going to have a chance of taking a picture with Miyavi? I'll tell you why, why. Because everytime HIS MAJESTY has a show, it's NEVER without a couple hundred fangirls yelling his name, and he, of course, being the married fathered DIVA he has become, can't afford to sweat over some crazyrabidfangirlness unless protected by glass. In Corsica, however, and according to my calculations, that number would have diminished to about ten. TEN. Ten fans who actually knew who he was. TEN fans who stood up waiting for him to come out of the tent and walk the 15 steps it took to the security barrier next to the stage.

And you know what happened O brothers?

Miyavi never showed his face after the show.

Oh, wait a second, I think I recollect some japanese guy with his obviously french girlfriend hanging around before the show and INSTANTLY accessing the tents backstage without passes, yeah, oh yeah, I think being Japanese had something to do with it, this is called NEPOTISM, MIYAVI!! ... OK, no, it's not called nepotism, nepotism is something else, but its still a word you don't know, MIYAVI! So cut out all the swearing and learn some words goddammit!

... 'this is Miyavi from Tokyo here in whateverthehellthisis'... yeah, we heard you...

I was sitting front row with Milk and Senior Milk, who was kind enough to drive us two hours through mountains, rivers, lakes and wild animals to get to Patrimonio, himself suspecting that his son and daughter in law were, in full possession of their mental faculties, preparing to get wasted that cool summer afternoon.

And O brother, we so did.

Especially after MIYAVI ditched me, us, them... the fans. The 10 TEN! fans he had that afternoon. There's a word for that, there's also a beautiful book written by Salman Rushdie in 1987 depicting an idiot girl who likes ripping off heads off chickens.

It's called SHAME.

Miyavi, I'd been a loyal crazyrabidfangirl for as long as I managed, but I cannot make up excuses for this prince behavior I encountered, Michael shook hands, hugged and comforted fans amongst the thousands. You couldn't do it for ten. TEN.

10



Chinese word of the day: Ten 十 shi2

PS.

The show was ok... fine it was good. Alright it was great. Sure, there were 10 fangirls in the crowd including myself (and Milk, wether or not he wishes to acknowledge it), but at the end of his show I had tooyoung/young/old/tooold people covering my view skipping up and down yelling MIYAAAWAHAWHATEVERYOURNAMEIS...

But Milk bought a recyclable camera that afternoon just so I could have my picture taken with Miyavi, just in case. And I never did.
August 11th, 2011

Summer holidays have got me all wrong. You see, me myself and I can't cope with it too well, just today at 4 am in the morning I ran out to the closest convenience store to buy me some cigarettes.

I know I said I hated sunrises for the simplest reason that I hate not being able to sleep, sleep! Sleep that I love oh so much and I do it for as long as I can manage, as often as I can allow it... and yet, there's still something slightly wrong about these grayish-blue mornings...

But anyways, Meihua Typhoon, or as it is more commonly known (just because Hong Kong saw it coming first), the 'Muifu' Typhoon, how many of you know that it stands for 'Plum Flower'? How many of you know that we've had greater storms here in Shanghai during Tomb Sweeping Day? Yes, and it's supposed to be a dry holiday.

Honestly, not even my folks heard about it until I phoned them, the day after such catastrophe hit us hard all over... not really.

The Muifu Typhoon wasn't THE horrible meteorologic influenza that everyone was thinking (should I say 'hoping'), yes, thinking it would be, we just went through a couple of hours of nasty rain and thunders, we had worse the week before that, and that was just a regular storm (the rain shot right through the windows like, directly at you). I'm telling you this from the ominous 14th floor O brother.

I'd like to pass the following as a picture I took but I'd be lying if I did, but it's quite similar to what we saw here, that is, the week before the typhoon.



There's something extremely attractive about this kind of weather when you think about it, no matter how hard you try, your feet always get wet at some point, umbrellas get blown away and spiral upwards without you even noticing, the lights might go out at some point during the night and you are forced to light candles... except of course, in Shanghai, it's 35 degrees C outside, which makes you look at things in a rather different way.

YOUR FEET ALWAYS GET WET! UMBRELLAS ALWAYS GET BLOWN AWAY! Ah, yes, in Shanghai, there are no blackouts... so forget about that romantic candlelight evening you thought I was going to mention right now, we don't have that, IT SUCKS!

And what's more important, the reason why I started this post and why I've been chitchatting all this time before going straight to the point of course is that my point is lame, I've been having these FUCKED UP realistic dreams.

First it was some Corsica related nightmare about me doing nastiness with some water spiders, then it was about me in Corsica being kidnapped, beaten and chased by (YET AGAIN!) alligators! Last but not least, I was supposed to prepare dinner for 10, all of Milk's family members and my own, starting with shopping for goods in the supermarket, I swear my dreams before never EVER had texture, and I remember picking up an avocado and feeling its surface.

I've reached a point in my dreams when I HAVE to drink or eat something to find out wether or not it's a dream. If it has a taste it's not a dream, if it doesn't well... try not to go to the bathroom (which... has happened, to my disgrace).

To end this lame entry on this lame blog... and this is just for my own spiteful satisfaction that I write this, there's a Stella Artois beer cooling in the fridge that was meant for someone who didn't show. Apple on the ground.

My birthday is next week... I'll be 24.



Chinese word of the day: Alligator 鳄鱼 e4yu2