Who loves you and who you love are never the same person.

My new obsession is Chuck Palahnuik, the bloke who wrote Fight Club. Invisible Monsters has become some kind of "survival" manual for me now.

I’m surviving the holidays in a semi-sane state. I say semi because it feels that ever since the holidays have approached my workload has increased tensfold. Out of all the people I know I think that I was the only one who was working even on Christmas Eve. It was presenting a Fashion Show/Concert in Milan, which didn’t turn out as badly as I ( Read more... )

I don’t know whether it’s just me but I have this feeling that everyone has abandoned their journals lately…..or maybe I’m the one who has abandoned mine. I haven’t really been avoiding it, it’s just that I’ve been so busy. All these new shows and concerts that I seem to be hosting left and right. It can get quite exhausting ( Read more... )

December 1998 was the first time I happened to come across your angelic face peering back at me from my TV screen. Your frailty seeped from beyond the screen slapping me across the face. I couldn’t take my eyes off your magnetic sorrowful gaze. You sang of a friend who dressed in leather and of pure mornings. For some reason the song didn’t even ( Read more... )

December plummeted upon me with a workload unknown to me before. Having to host CD:Live on Saturdays and Sexline on Monday-Wednesdays and in the meantime there’s also the promos for my 2005 calendar thrown in the middle, I haven’t had a moment of peace. And if one thinks that with the Christmas holidays I would be getting lucky in hopes of a ( Read more... )

This month is almost coming to an end, and I think that I wasn’t able to keep my promise to Mr.Molko assuring him that November was going to be my “euphoric” month. I don’t think I’ve been euphoric at all. Far from it. But he hasn’t really been around to see me, so I guess it doesn’t really matter, I suppose ( Read more... )

I’m still a bit in a cloudy haze of awe since Saturday. It’s not easy having on your show someone that you were obsessed with for eight months. That was the case with having The Veils as guests on CD:Live yet again. Twenty-one appearances for a virtually unknown New Zealand band who’s claim to fame is a frontman who sounds and looks like a 22-yr ( Read more... )

It feels like sleeping on a bed of sharpened nails.I’ve come to the realisation that I’m newly infatuated. I don’t even know this ever occurs. But it starts as suddenly has it stops. It’s a bit frightening at times, it feels like a buzz in your head and all you can see is the mysterious essence of your infatuation, you begin to see their name in ( Read more... )

Darling, I need far more than I say.I hate this time of year. When the holidays approach. They always remind me of how everything was fucked up after I was thirteen. How before, everything used to be so much better, how before I actually had a so-called “family ( Read more... )

Milan

Despite being half-dead from my various fevers/flus, I still managed to make it to Milan and stay there for all of two days to see Swami. Of course Milan reserved me the same weather I had left in London, dreary, rainy, and windy. How lovely. But it doesn't matter if the weather was crappy, being able to see my daughter lifted my spirits up ( Read more... )