Nothing much to report

I haven't touched blogs for ages. I have written or read any in a while, and I'm not sure that anyone still reads it except for Joeii. God bless her.

So, since the conjuctivitis, it's been fun fun fun. First there were the nose bleeds. In a period of three days, I had five nose bleeds (though I think they all stemmed from the first), which may not sound that amazing except that I've never had a nose bleed in my life. In the words of Comic Book Guy: 'First. Nosebleed. Ever.'

What else, after that there was the parking fine. Only my second ever. I guess I deserved it. Oh yeah, the Simpsons movie. That was good. So good that the next day I went out and bought two Simpsons boxsets. And Fracture. I saw that too. Not too bad. Ryan Gosling (besides being one of the luckiest guys in the world for dating Rachel McAdams) is looking like a yound Edward Norton. I love him already. He's with Christian Bale and Cillian Murphy in my short list of up-and-coming young(ish) male actors. No, I didn't leave Ryan Phillippe and Freddy Prinze off by accident.

Shortly after that, I ate the sushi of death. Well, that may be pushing it. But I did bite my lip, causing a massive ulcer, and also a piece of my tooth fell out. That led me to panicking and asking around for the nearest dentist. So I found one at Lemon Grove and I got an X-ray (actually three) and the destist tells me I need root canal treatment. So it's hello Dr Nick (no, that's not his real name) six more times and goodbye $3.5K. Excellent. I'm supposed to be planning my move out and my China holiday. At least the nurse is kinda cute. I'm 45% certain they're having an affair.

Here is a quick rundown of my dental visits so far:

1. Expected worst, but it wasn't too bad. Rating: 4/5 stars.

2. Got cocky. 'Meh, this dentist stuff is nothing.' WRONG. It's painful. Uncomfortable. And painful. If I had a choice, I would may have picked swallowing half a piece of Lego. But since I didn't get that choice. We'll never know. Rating: 1/5 stars.

3. I got some posts put in. I got no idea what that means. Rating: 3.5/5 stars.

4. Deep cleaning. Didn't feel a thing. Until I rinsed my mouth and dribbled blood and water because I couldn't feel my chin. Rating: 2/5 stars.

5. Got my dental imprint done. Because I have permanently restricted nasal passages (a lovely story for another day), I could feel myself losing consciousness due to a severe lack of oxygen. Now I have a temporary crown that feels like a tic tac, but doesn't taste as good and doesn't come with Kate Kelton. rating: 3/5

My sixth is next Monday.

OK, so on to last week. My friends Jo and Tony get married. But the day before that, I decide to have a couple of drinks with my workmate who was leaving. I figured two drinks and I'll be home with a pizza in my mouth by 9:30. WRONG. Change of plans. Another friend emails me and says she needs a drink desperately. And Leon is there. And more blonde babes than any drinks I've been to since Sweden. And I end up staying til 1:30. Home by 3:30. Next day, wake up for the tea ceremony by 7:30. (Oh yeah, as an aside, my friends were at Privilege bar that night. Yes, the infamous Asian den of cheap drinks and RnB. I went there the week before. I bumped into about 7 groups of people that I know, all of whom claimed that they never go there, except for Dung who said 'I'm ever every week. If you don't find me here, it means I'm sick' or words to that effect. I had an alright time but going there is a bit like watching porn. It's fun while you're there but you come out feeling seedy and a little sticky. Well that's what people who watch porn tell me it feels like. So last week, I refused to go back there and, all in all, Ithink made the right decision.) So yeah, the wedding. 7:30 start. Suit OK. Shoes a little grimy but doable. All I have is ankle socks. Fine, no one will notice. I have a hangover so I take some Panadol. i survive. Wedding is fun. Hanging out with Chune is fun and like nothing had changed at all (as a second aside, speaking of nothing changing, I had dinner with a couple I hadn't seen in ages. Me and another friend came late to dinner and we got scraps. Leftovers. Really. I had two pieces of tofu and the second last piece of pancake. We thought this was fine since we would have our proper dinner later. When it came time to pay the bill, BAM, the couple does an even split. $15 for scraps. Whatever. All I'm saying is, some things just NEVER change.) OK so the wedding, actually not much to tell. But it was fun. Maybe I was too tired to enjoy it to the most. But they're a lovely couple. I love couples that look like 'We're in love and we want to tell the world'. Not ones who look like 'I'm almost 30, I need to get married.' or 'God would like us to get married and have children, and besides, we can't stand not having sex with each other for much longer.' So yeah, best of luck to them. (Third aside, met a girl who's half Indo Chinese and is also a Kwee/Kueh/Kwok [however you want to spell it]. We MAY be related. Doubt it. Well, she's my Facebook friend now.) So that was that weekend.

Last week, we almost lost a basketball game in the last 3 minutes while I was sitting down. And then I came back on to save the day. At least that's how I imagined it happened in my head. In reality, coincidence may have played an equally important role in the result.

Wednesday, was meant to have dinner with the Chickens: Trevor and Mark. I had made a CD or sampled recordings and everything. This was the cover.

But a late call made me cancel. Instead I had tickets to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf at Belvoir. Now, I know I often go on about things I love, but trust me, this is one of the best stage productions you will EVER see. For me, it was the best play I've ever seen. And I've seen quite a few. Everything was just perfect. the actors, the set, the music. And I love Catherine McClements. She's still hot at 42. It was explosive, thrilling, creepy and downright sexy. It's times like these that I realise why I love drama theatre. Because there's so much crap out there see it's hard to remember. No movie experience could touch this. This will stick in my head for years to come. And because it's not a movie, I hate that I can't revisit this like on a DVD. I can't wait for holographic projection technology.

Next night is Ryan Adams. I knew forecast so seeing him play in near darkness wasn't too big a surprise. It was alright. He's an arsehole but I knew that too. Thing with Ryan is, since I got into his music 7 or 8 years ago, i've heard so many other singer/songwriters and bands and whatever, and to me, no one comes close. Ryan could get me edgy, thrilled, excited, emotional all in the one song. When I first heard him live, he came on stage looking uneasy and almost scared. But when he opened his mouth, it was downright angellic and not only I did i feel that, I felt the entire audience felt that. I felt that collective moment when everyone in the building held their breaths and it was almost like time froze. There was no cheering or chatter. It was mesmerising. If you don't believe me, then you just weren't there. Granted, there were no moments like this during this concert but it's him. I can forgive him for just about anything, unless he commits mass homicide somewhere. Even on CD, this guy's got a gift. Yes, all in all this concert was a disappointment, but I think that's because no critic of his (including myself) has ever held him to a reasonable bar. There are much better performers out there but Ryan Adams is Ryan Adams. Maybe if I had seen Dylan in person in the 60s, Ryan would be a pale afterthought, but I'll never quite know that. And in my generation, no one I've heard can even hold a candle to him. (Sincere apologies to my other 'hero', Jack White. I'll write about him in detail at some point. Promise.)

So that was that. But the night was tainted by the fact that my car got broken into in Enmore. Nothing was stolen except about $6 worth of coins and the triagular bit of the rear passenger side door was the only thing broken. I hate petty criminals. Like the person who broke into my apartment a few years ago. Why can't they just get normal jobs like the rest of us? I really wish there were vigilantes out there that just went around beating up thieves and bulglars. The world needs superheroes! Right now, I really wish I could beat up that person who broke into my car. And yes, I know it's not a Catholic thing to do.

Well, then friday, went to dentist, and then hung out with the usual gang for a bit. And saturday had out first practice in five weeks. We sounded pretty rusty but it felt great to get back into it. We really need to keep this momentum up. We got eight songs now. Sort of.

Finally, just a little thing (bigger than an aside perhaps). Throughout the years I've had this habit of hanging out with girls who have boyfriends and then eventually the boyfriends end up hating me. I find this really annoying because to this day, I've never done anything bad in any of these cases. So it's almost like I'm paying the time but not having done the crime. A couple of them have turned out pretty ugly. Now it might be happening again soon if the pattern keeps going. I've been hanging out with a friend of mine who does indeed have a boyfriend. In the past week, I've seen her three times one on one. And I would hate for it to ever get ugly in any way because I really have been enjoying hanging out with her. For now he doesn't hate me (I actually think he's a rather pleasant fellow) and maybe it won't come to that unless their relation gets rocky (no signs of that at the moment) but it's not like it's my fault. She asks to hang out with me as much as I ask her. And I've never said not to bring him along. He just never ends up coming. Yes, I do realise that it will only get harder since I'm older now. And the fact that I think she's really hot... maybe I should have mentioned that from the start.