Ok I don’t know what it is but there’s always been a ‘thing’ I’ve had for guys on drums. Like seriously, I’d forgotten how much I fetishise (is that even a word?!) them.

I was just watching the Estranged Itu Kamu video on YouTube (yes, I’ve finally caught on, the dinosaur that I am)  and it suddenly hit me, omigod, I love drummer boys. They can be unattractive by normal standards, or my standards, whichever is higher (heh), but for me, the moment they get behind that drumset, there’s just something that does it for me.

Does their banging symbolise something else? Structurally, in linguistic terms, it would, because banging = sexual prowess, etc– and we all know how I seem to sexualise everything theseadays–once again, I will refuse politely to take credit for this, and instead opt to pass this on to the Arts and Communications lecturers of Monash University who have successfully managed to spoil me for life (seriously, anything can be a phallic symbol to us Commies).

But I digress, seriously though. There is just something about the swishy hair and the head-bopping and their essential silence (have you ever heard of a drummer who is also a vocalist? Ok maybe there are, but humour me), the way they seem to be carried away in the pulsating rhythm, lost in the tempo, drowning in the beat…ooh la la.

Yeslah, I know I am deprived. You don’t need to keep on reminding me.

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So watching YouTube is a very effective way of indulging my procrastinating mood in between assignments (two more to go! Kubunudu*!) and studying, as is daydreaming and spacing out (as I have been wont to do over the last two or so days, for my own personal pleasure and reasons). As is bloghopping, and drooling over people’s purchases and secretly wanting to go out and spend my entire bank account on looking pretty.

I won’t do it, though. I’ve held on to my shopping hiatus for a good month or so now, and plan to, for a while more–until I can save up enough to perhaps think about buying a fast zoom camera (I’m not sure I’m prepared–financially, techonologically, or emotionally), specifically the Canon Powershot S3 IS one. It’s gotten good reviews in Stuff Malaysia–yes, I’m upping my ante and reading up on technological flashymajiggies.

There’s also the issue to consider, buying over my aunt’s SLK (again, that stands for Sexy Little Kelisa, thank you very much) at the year end, or scrapping the car-buying and camera-purchasing plans altogether to save up for a return to the Land Down Under.

I remain undecided, though the niggling urge to shop is beginning to come back to haunt me, as it always does around exams. What can I say, churning the economy and emptying my pockets while filling my wardrobe with more unnecessary items of clothing is my way of coping.

Everyone has their coping mechanisms– some, like my good friend Sush there, bakes or plays the piano (I was going to say ‘plays or bakes the piano’–a bit of a Freudian slip there? Or just plain idiocy, you could argue either way); others sleep, others cry. I shop.

Though honestly I need a more economical way of coping :/ I have a future to think of, and heaven forbid I will continue begging money off my parents. Call it stupidity, pride, arrogance or thoughtfulness, I am not entirely sure either.

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By the way I was watching Zero Hour on Discovery last night, about the massacre of the Nepali royal family–the reenactments were sort-of funny (trust me, I’m not laughing at the tragedy, just the acting) but nothing tickled my dad, brother and I more than the fact that ‘Prince Dipendra’s’ girlfriend used to call him ‘Dippy’. While we acknowledge this may be a fabrication on the writers’ parts, it makes it no less funny (or tragic).

Honestly, Dippy?

No offence, (and please don’t take this the wrong way), if I were called Dippy, I’d probably go berserk too.

But then again, Melody Song isn’t too far off -_-”

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Rarara. Back to my theoretical research proposal. And more YouTube videos, in which you may rest assured that I’ll be checking out cute drummer boys *smirk*.

*long story behind this word. Ask me sometime.