remembering rhapsody

// 134. on repeat.

2012-01-22T19:29:00.003+08:00

She was built with a brain
and some swagger.
A little scream, little cry,
little laughter.
She's a ten,
I'm a joke in my own mind.
But she still loves to dance
with my punch lines.

This love found us
now I see it.
This love up down.
Please believe.

unbelievably catchy and brilliant!
// awolnation. not your fault

// 133 swan song.

2011-12-06T23:14:00.005+08:00

here i go
this is my confessional
a lost cause nobody can save my soul
i am so delusional
with every move i die

/

i'm dancing with tears in my eyes

could totally picture someone emo dancing to this
in the club.

// kesha. dancing with tears in my eyes

// 132 an extension to // 096b.

2011-11-27T16:34:00.002+08:00

change is the only constant, or so it seems.
but maybe change is not the constant;
it is merely perception that has changed.

everlong.

// 131 the law of diminishing returns.

2011-11-25T10:47:00.003+08:00

But every time I reach for you,
you slip through my fingers
Into cold sunlight,
laughing at the things that I had planned
The map of my world gets smaller as I sit here
Pulling at the loose threads

// sugababes. spiralling (cover)

// 130 transience.

2011-11-21T22:04:00.003+08:00

Life's a bitch and then you die
If you don't care then why should I
Throwing both my hands up to the sky,
I'm letting go
Right now I'm just living for the moment

// N-Dubz. living for the moment

why does this sound so strangely dismal ?

// 129 /emˈbärk/

2011-11-14T22:49:00.005+08:00

Spread my wings out into the dark
I'll fly away on a trip to your heart
Break these chains that keep us apart
I'll fly away on a trip to your heart

// britney spears. trip to your heart

aww...

but if you have second thoughts
the parachute is in the backpocket.

// 128 the fall

2011-11-07T17:53:00.007+08:00

I'm gliding up there oh so very high
That if the clouds were to drop me
Then I'd fall out the sky
I don't really know why I'm here
I guess I'm just here for the ride
I swear, it feels like I'm dreaming
It's vividly defined

// b.o.b. don't let me fall
highs are strangely ominous.
it means that a fall is fast approaching.
and before you know it,
you've dropped back to melancholic ground;
equilibrium.

// 127 anticipation

2011-10-26T17:05:00.004+08:00

love burns.

online shopping is like love. in fact it's love's slightly eviler twin,
the bit where you die slowly in anticipation of the arrival of the package.
everyday the anxiety builds up as you wait, and wait, and wait;
pending reciprocation.

dear online package, why do you do this to me?
stop stringing me along and arrive already !
why do you make me feel so small.

online shopping burns even more.
retail therapy might be the cure.

and then the sick cycle carousel begins once more.

// 126 misery loves music ?

2011-10-24T23:43:00.005+08:00

Look how much you're making me
You need hope
You really need me
How can I fly
When love is the enemy
I don't exist
Until you release me

If you think it's over
If you think we're nowhere
Just let me out
I'm making it easy
For you to go leave me
Just let me out

// the veronicas. let me out

tragedy always makes a good song.
can't wait for the official release. 2012.

// 125 parachute

2011-10-16T21:46:00.002+08:00

might need one of these

// the ingrid michaelson version
// the cheryl cole version - seriously hotstuff

// 124 to invent.

2011-09-05T22:11:00.005+08:00

When the world treats you way too fairly
It's a shame i'm a dream

lets make it up
as we go along.

// paramore. all i wanted

// 123 ghosts

2011-08-22T00:08:00.003+08:00

We all learn to make mistakes
And run from them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact, they follow me
And we just go in circles

// paramore - misguided ghosts

xoxo.

// 122 ten minutes.

2011-01-17T00:18:00.005+08:00

The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murdered, that is what this must be

// the harold song
You'd never imagine that Ke$ha could be depressing.

// 121 oh.

2010-11-25T17:33:00.003+08:00

everybody's starry eyed

// ellie goulding . starry eyed

// 120 salt skin

2010-10-28T23:48:00.002+08:00

hands on strings and my mouth open,
find the perfect words that i've not spoken,
and i won't tell the truth unless you want me to.

for all of the times that i lost my head
when it rolled to the floor and i found it again
but when it came back, i didn't know my name

// salt skin. ellie goulding

// 119 one . eighteen (b)

2010-10-11T23:58:00.003+08:00

if i wake tomorrow would you still be here?

// mike posner. please don't go

// 118 temporary

2010-10-05T00:03:00.004+08:00

You tell yourself that everything is temporary;
that you've got to get used to it as this is the way it works.
When you know that something is coming to an end,
you wish that time would slip by fast,
to hasten that daunting feeling you get whenever
you start to think about the ending.

We really should be savouring the transience of events,
but maybe what we really long for is permanence,
so that we would stop preparing ourselves for yet another ending.

// 117 currents

2010-09-09T20:10:00.002+08:00

All along the western front
People line up to receive.
She got the power in her hands
To shock you like you won't believe

/

All along the eastern shore
Put your circuits in the sea
This is what the world is for
Making electricity

// mgmt. electric feel

// 116 fix it.

2010-06-23T22:26:00.002+08:00

Are you mad at your walls
Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?

only your walls would know.

// of birds, moons and monsters

// 115 time machines.

2010-06-16T00:07:00.004+08:00

scientists should take a leaf out of the
mind's endless ability to travel in time.

think and you're there; in the past,
looking at a freeze frame of time through
a human sized transparent bubble :

suspended animation.

and then the people in that freeze frame of time
could actually be looking back at you;
a freeze frame of you in that bubble.

blink, and you are back in the present.

but if you tamper with that freeze frame of the past,
then blink, and you might just disappear.

// The Shanghai Restoration Project. Farewell Sasha (bai hong remixed)

// 114 pursuit of happiness.

2010-06-13T23:07:00.003+08:00

now is that elusive gold we call happiness in the cards
or is it locked up somewhere in that chest of past?

// kid cudi.mgmt.ratatat - pursuit of happiness

// 113 goldfish and fires

2010-06-07T22:47:00.003+08:00

singer reminds me of my goldfish
but good stuff anyways.

Rub that line out of the sky
Right before the sun falls

Could you wave goodbye to sun?
The sea the stars the waves the tide?
The wails inside that life has died
But all you need is a kiss of life

// kiss of life. friendly fires

// 112b feel good.

2010-06-03T21:37:00.002+08:00

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now

/

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this

denial paints a pretty picture.

// 112 feeling so ghetto.

2010-05-31T10:10:00.002+08:00

so good that i could even picture the hood.

This will be my last confession
Liberty can leave harsh impressions
I have little faith, forgive me for my past discretions
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons
I've always played the hand I was given
No exceptions here, humanity's driven

// last confession

As long as we get love we got some that will hate us,
We'll never change it's done for the faithless,
I don't care for favorites on somebody's play list

you'd think people would grow out of the pointlessness of
the popularity contest, further fueled by blind followers.
pity it doesn't change with age.

// still standing

// 111 two.three.four. (yi, sam, sei).

2010-05-23T22:19:00.005+08:00

connection
attraction
confusion
seduction
fixation
obsession
confession
reaction.

have you had enough
you think you've had enough
but you haven't had enough of this

// pudong. the shanghai restoration project

sei, sam, yi, yat. (four, three, two, one)
now why am i looking back ?

// 110 bravery

2010-05-21T00:33:00.002+08:00

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

i now know.
hopefully it ain't too late.

// 109 fronting and resonance ?

2010-04-17T23:44:00.006+08:00

fronting
Decision to decisions are made and not bought
But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot
I guess not

// mgmt. kids

resonance
it's the 21st century,
but we might as well throw stones,
cause we're running on empty
and we're stuck out here alone

// death metal disco scene. 21

// 108 on fuel and blindness

2010-03-21T22:54:00.005+08:00

perception is a very funny thing -
we could perceive a person as being extremely
passionate about a particular thing,
and ask ourselves why our interests are so divided
that we do not have any one particular interest that
gives us a so-called raison d'etre.

but science is smart. we have a 60 degree cone of vision
for a reason; our perception is just one of many.
we could fill in the gaps where there are blind spots,
but there is no given, no surety that what we see
is all there is to see.

The fuel for the fire might be escapism,
which i reckon has the same effect,
if not, a stronger one than passion itself...

the bottomline...
escapism could be the cure for a lack of passion ?
or...we need to dig deep and find 'passion' soon,
before it all turns to dust.

// 107 senseless.

2010-03-14T21:58:00.004+08:00

and when the battle was done
i was promised my sun
but with a thousand nights gone
to any kingdom i run

There's a place I must go
For my heart is a child
That stumbles lonely for the arms of the wild

Hear the desert sigh
Sing the city's lullaby
The giant iris of the wide blue sky
Showing me the way

bat for lashes. pearl's dream

// pearl's dream

battle for lollipops
lately been trying to toss out notions
of sinking ships, white flags, towel throwing.
but at the same time wondering if there's any
point in hanging in just to prove a point;
to feel like you're taking a lollipop away from a child,
to re-earn your stripes,
to constantly feel restrained by convention.

so fking senseless.

// 106 borrowed thoughts | back in time

2010-02-02T23:02:00.003+08:00

Fork in the road,
Looking both ways, I,
Don't know which way to go.
What do I count on?
Is it the road less traveled?
Or the one I already know?

And no I'm not traveling alone.
I got my heart in my hand, And,
You can bet I'm holding it close

// don't let me down. leona lewis

lost track of the number of times
i've asked myself the same.

.

// back in time. v v brown

* commentary later.

// 105 picking sides

2009-12-16T21:51:00.004+08:00

(two weeks ago)
she asks me why i allow myself
to get so agitated by someone who's
clearly full of rigid and unfounded
notions of people.

i shrug and say something along the lines
that the statements are sweeping, insinuating
and based on presumptions from over a decade ago,
although it is apparent to me that
my dissatisfaction stems largely from
the fact that some of the bullshit is
misdirected towards her.

and though it's built on a foundation
of tough love and restraint,
it is unconditional,
to her, and all the ones that matter.

no holds barred.

// 104 in the crossfire

2009-11-10T23:23:00.004+08:00

use somebody;
someone like you.
// paramore cover

it's not existent;
but we just keep believing.

turn it off
// acoustic version

// 103 thirty after ten

2009-11-05T23:12:00.001+08:00

Life didn't shape up, the way that you planned it;
The life you live is not the one you imagined
I know you've had a lot of junk that you gone through
but don't forget that I'm always praying for you

// kj-52/bianca reyes. you're gonna make it

the irony is
i don't necessarily believe,
but yes, everyday.

// 102 and all would envy...

2009-10-30T00:11:00.000+08:00

It don't matter what you see
I know I could never be
Someone that'll look like you.

All the right moves - OneRepublic

// all the right moves video
(very awesome masquerade party)

picking emotions.

these days i think that envy isn't all bad
if it somewhat drives a person to do better
(albeit possibly for the wrong reasons).
after all, an impetus to act is better than
an idealistic philosopher who cannot practice
what he theorizes.

i guess the most detrimental aspect of envy is
not in the notion of envy itself, but rather, in
select incidences when it reveals how ridiculously
presumptuous some people are, and how you'd
think age or experience would teach a person
otherwise, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

i cannot fathom how one could assume that another
person's life is devoid of worries, expectations,
obligations, crushed ideals, emotions, ebb & flow, etc;
perspective is vastly varied and we often fail to
recognize this.

having said that (and going totally off tangent),
i think that it is more valuable to recognize
and appreciate certain qualities in a person,
though this would be 'admire' and not envy.

and if i could pick something to be envious about
it would be the 'invincible' mindset associated
with youth. fearless.

please?

// 101 heavensent

2009-09-27T23:28:00.007+08:00

"you don't know what you've got
til it's gone" -

i tell myself periodically,
but one cannot brace himself enough
when reminders about the transience of life
manifest into a reality.
/
an essential part of daily routines.
idiosyncrasies and antics;
presence

gone.
//
and i hope you know how much
you mean to me.

heavensent.

// 100 metal heart, or so it seems.

2009-09-10T20:31:00.005+08:00

Iron bars
Iron heart
Iron bars
Everything

but they don't realise that we bleed the same.

// dull life. yeah yeah yeahs

// 099 a tabbed passage.

2009-08-30T19:20:00.003+08:00

"...wherever they might be
they always remember
that the past was a lie,
that memory has no return,
that every spring gone by could never be recovered,
and that the wildest and most tenacious love
was an ephemeral truth in the end"

- one hundred years of solitude.

and a memory is just that, isn't it.

// costanza. in the sun

// 098 7 x 16 = compulsion

2009-08-24T23:25:00.005+08:00

the antithesis of self control -
intense, animalistic, power relinquishing,
fking scary...

yet somewhat enticing.

// costanza. i am waiting for you

// 096 sunshine cleaning *for the soul

2009-08-09T00:12:00.011+08:00

(simon jaratt // corbis)

i cannot decide if catharsis & passion
are co-dependent, if they are one and the
same, if they overlap to a certain extent
or if they are opposing forces.

if the outcome is the same, does it matter
what the original intention was ?
should we put more weight on intention?

too bloody lazy to elaborate, but boy
am i glad to get that shit outta the system.

And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever

// everlong. foo fighters
// everlong. acoustic

// 095 close and far

2009-07-21T20:30:00.056+08:00

having a bit of a brain knot with

no.94,

so post no.95 will have to come first.

one - un-sync?

been noticing incidences

where 3 people
are

simultaneously in conversation;
one makes a 'wrong' inference & says something
which draws a big blank on the other twos' faces.
in sync, they say 'what the hell are you talking about?'

two - ships that pass in the night

how we walk past certain people,
whether colleagues, vendors, strangers

more than once but do not converse,

or perhaps, we do, but we know that
it's inevitably short lived;

how we engage in long conversations with
customers or colleagues through the telephone,
and yet we might walk past them in the streets,
not realising who they are.

three - the artist and the viewer
an artist, whether an architect, a musician,
or writer, would almost invariably
have some ideas behind a piece of work.

as a viewer, you could look at the
rationale behind the art to appreciate it;
you could also look at it and derive
your own meaning from it.
and even if the interpretation is so far off
from the artist's intention, it doesn't matter,
because that's the beauty of art, imo.

// so close, so far
might seem somewhat perverse,
but it ~~made the dust rest.~~ is strangely comforting.

// 094 .blind.spots.

2009-07-12T23:22:00.034+08:00

wrote a whole lot of stuff on
perspectives in times of conflict,
but i felt pretty daft trying to
address this topic, and daft
is something i'd like to avoid for a bit,
so it's best to cut the crap, literally.

// float on
// float on. 8 bit

the 8-bit vs really made my day.

I backed my car into a cop car, the other day.
Well he just drove off, sometimes life's ok.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say.
Well you just laughed it off, it was all ok

what's the message in this song ?
uhh...pray that you have a high EQ,
a bad memory, or...live and let live.

thank god for the mush memory.

// 093 pinback

2009-07-07T20:11:00.002+08:00

I do not know what the hell their singing
about half the time;
The lyrics and analogies only create
a bigger rift between words and sound,
but i frigging love their tunes.

Strangely somewhat evocative.
The allure of abstract, perhaps.

// off by 50
// good to sea

// 092 Absolute

2009-07-02T22:30:00.003+08:00

understanding the complexities of life
is akin to dunking a wandering mind in quicksand.

thankfully, some things remain absolute.
and can be easily defined in two words ...

i liekkkkkk.

1. dementieva (tennis player)
// post-match write up
sublime match vs serena despite the loss.
tenacity is a quality that's worthy of envy.

2. my heart (the song)
// my heart. paramore
this song just sounds so absolute, it's amazing.

// 091 fame, frivolous, forgotten.

2009-06-28T21:45:00.011+08:00

(corbis // jim frazier, pay it forward reworked on ps3)

I’ve written about twenty fragments of
rather incongruent thoughts relating to
Michael Jackson’s iconic but tormented life,
but by now all the tributes and odes and
pseudo-psychoanalyses
have been said and done,
so it wouldn’t make sense,
to do the same.

Anyways, I heard the news
over the radio on the 26th,
whilst on the way to the daily grind.
Shortly after, whether deliberate or
by sheer coincidence,
Nickelback’s “if today was your last day”
was played on air.

The combination of song and event was
yet another signpost, reiterating the
fact that life is fleeting; (and being
paranoid people, we might retaliate
by living our lives frivolously,
but lets not digress here.)
More importantly, a signpost
that makes us ask ourselves
if we had and will do anything that
truly aids society, in the short period
of time that we spend on earth.

I can say, with certainty, that mj did.
Hopefully we could leave the world
saying the same of ourselves.

// if today was your last day

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less travelled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

-- one day; hopefully some day soon.

* finally finished penning this on the 4th of july

// 090 sitting duck

2009-06-24T20:11:00.003+08:00

(lawrence manning // corbis)

// it's enough now. mandalay

mdly.

// 089 off tangent.

2009-06-21T21:59:00.006+08:00

was going to write about
the big debate between fate vs choice,
(which almost always gets ugly),
but the internet is a cesspool of dangling
carrots (distractions) so this post is now about :

// taylor swift rapping with t-pain

i'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
you out clubbing, but I just make caramel delight
t swift and t pain rappin on the same track
it's a thug story tell me can you handle that

hell shit funny. (& t-swift is hottt.)

but anyhow, we make choices and
choose how we deal with the consequences,
and that shapes us and changes our fate.
so i'd pick choice over fate.

doesn't mean you have to.

// 088 nothingness.

2009-06-17T21:07:00.010+08:00

(corbis // frank & helena. reworked on pshop)

sometimes you wish your thoughts
could dissipate like smoke into air.

// sunset people. cafe del mar xv
induces a temporary vacuum state of mind

// 087 emote

2009-06-14T21:57:00.008+08:00

always awestruck by those who can emote
through dance, art or sound.

// sentimentos
loved it. love it. will love it.

// 086 high road

2009-06-14T12:12:00.004+08:00

since our dear nation promotes citizen journalism
here's my contribution.

IT show citing.
silly hyper girl runs after runaway car and the next thing
we know...silly girl falls, and her new "shock proof" notebook
flies.......a mile?

ok so i was exaggerating.
let's get the facts straight.

runaway car was traveling at 2km per hour.
silly girl could have used a mobile to call runaway driver.
and...the notebook definitely got a shock.

snarky humour aside, it is funny how sometimes we need
to fall flat real badly and let the wheels (pun intended)
come off, before we put new ones on and set them in motion
ah yes...philosophical redemption. lmao.

// high road. fort minor
a good pick-me-up tune for dreamers.

ps. sorry AK!

// 085 *the great divide between head & heart

2009-06-10T01:00:00.003+08:00

Rediscovered *the scientist (coldplay) whilst listening to the
faith yang cover version off her new record.

Never really looked at coldplay’s lyrics,
though I see the band’s early sound as being
generally melancholic and slightly depressing.
(glad that their current sound is strangely uplifting;
gives hope to us mere mortals in search of
the balance between happy and melancholy)

Never knew what I missed.

“I was just guessing at numbers and figures
pulling the puzzles apart
questions of science, science and progress
do not speak as loud as my heart”

plenty of interpretations on this song, but yeah,
I think it’s about an innately rational being
trying to make the right rational decisions,
but sometimes it isn’t so easy when
emotions come into play.

Conversely, it’s about that innately rational being
who respects and accepts another person’s decisions,
but of course, not without a sigh or two.

grappling.

*// the scientist

// 084 放

2009-06-06T07:51:00.007+08:00

what if it hurts?
what do i do?
what do you say?
don't throw your lifelines away.

a-ha - lifelines.
(once more coz the song is too amazing)

because when you let go
of all those stupid principles
and metal fences you build around yourself,

you see that the lifelines were always
there for you to grab when you needed them.

//

"it is the afterglow
inside of you
of all those you met
who meant something in your life"

Olaf Rex

// 083 permeate

2009-05-28T19:40:00.005+08:00

But me I really want to feel
The ups and downs of life so real
Happy or sad emotions reign
My tears flow just the same

I cried, I cried
Tears of joy tears of pain
I cried, I cried
Tears of love again and again

// lamb. i cry

* ...every fiber of it.

the glass walls need to go.

can i eat my words and say choy (touch wood) ?
because happy is the feeling we're trying to grasp, no?

choy.

// 082 maybe

2009-05-28T14:13:00.008+08:00

maybe, melancholy is a smokescreen,
to mask happiness.
Because happiness would seem rather
contrived in a world that's not really
in the pink of health.

after all, the glass in mind
is actually a clear, sinuous vase, that
is more than 3 quarters full.
.
or maybe, melancholy is a sort of crutch
that is familiar & comforting,
dare i say, in a strange sort of way.
.
or maybe, losing the melancholy
would mean losing a part of your identity,
and where would that leave you ?

i am going round and round in circles
with this senseless happy-melancholy oxymoron.

maybe, it's due to procrastination.
surely it is.

// 081 feeler *vs plug

2009-05-25T18:11:00.009+08:00

it's like my novocaine,
I can't feel, i can't feel my heart break

// sss. i want everything

melancholy is a better emotion then numbness.
at least you might find your soft side
somewhere inside that metal heart.

// 080 voids and links

2009-05-17T13:03:00.004+08:00

(crappy image thrown in for good measure)

gulliver and sissyput
Love can stop your fear
Fear can stop you loving
But it's not always that clear
--morcheeba.

you could take this literally,
or in the broader sense of life -
limitations from the inhibitions
that we impose upon ourselves, no?
or the inability to see the many shades of grey
between the black and white.

also strangely reminds me of the relationship
between older gen folks and their children.

ah crap digression once more.

// 079 links and voids

2009-05-17T11:41:00.004+08:00

without you im nothing
the glass really is three quarts full,
why do we see it as a quarter empty?

seriously time to rehash
and show some gratitude.

// 078 time space event...

2009-05-10T21:50:00.005+08:00

evening.
breezy, winding roads.
skating and mind drifting.

...and sound.
// maybe - sneaky sound system

pretty darn brilliant voice.
// it's not my problem

// 077 sixteen *[with emotional static]

2009-05-02T19:06:00.006+08:00

I’m just like you
Don’t know what to do,
I’m caught here in the middle of a life.
I can't leave but i want to.
-

in between a
contrived world,
credit crunch,
swine flu,
excessive dramatics,
*and emotional static

being purist and raw
is the way to go.

// sneaky sound system
// 16
purist and feel good -
like sunshine for a temporary spotless mind.

// 076 catching air

2009-04-30T20:23:00.002+08:00

we can't see what we can't believe
we can't dream of reality
with our heads in the clouds
and our hands in the air
we try to catch something
but nothing is there

i can't connect if i can't relate to you.
and we can't accept what we do not get to choose

--on repeat in my head all day (the mos version)

// original version is okayy
// aus mos annual 09 version

// 075 lessons from a 6 yr old

2009-04-22T00:24:00.003+08:00

he smiles. arms spring open.
lunges and hugs.
then giggles.

no pretence.
no expectations.
no agenda.

i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime

// 074 like fine wine

2009-04-15T23:56:00.002+08:00

truly few and far between.

"
Keeping up appearances
Keeping up with the Jones'
Fooling my selfish heart
Going through the motions

you say you love me
And then you do it again "

// re-offender on youtube

no particular resonance here.
heard the track off an old mixtape-of-sorts;
an acquired taste that just gets better with time.

like the few we hold close to our hearts.

// 073 frame and crop

2009-04-08T21:52:00.003+08:00

fascinating how a director
frames and crops a scene,
controlling your field of vision
and perception.

capturing tiny windows of the world.

same time. same place.
many people. a plethora of emotions.

and yet sometimes we cannot see beyond our own window.

--

who knew that the PCD could trigger random philoshitt.

// painted windows on youtube
the fking 'it' track for skating.

// 072 nostalgia

2009-03-28T21:45:00.003+08:00

firbank, melbourne,
games on the schoolbus and mt sinai.
one doubles match of 98',
4x100 sprint of 99',
jac, dodging anthem singing,
and the usual canteen clique.

homesickness, astorial's allure,
cooking, furniture building and moving
with dave and bern.

jem's implosions, jan's jap food binges,
bowling splits and spontaneity.

roaming town with the clique one christmas,
mc's alcohol binge on another,
bkk slims one nye.

the mona lisa smile.

the last suntan at km8 - braces girl, that
infectious piano song with light waves
crashing in the background, the white.

finding home pitch dark because
they are pledging their support for
60 earth hour.

irreplaceable.

// 071 nine x 16.

2009-03-28T02:21:00.005+08:00

csi's getting a little stale imo
but the post production and fx
especially the rose scene : dope.

// you're not sorry remix
// mp3
gotta love the rmx.

// 070 pompougnac & stipes.

2009-03-25T23:53:00.004+08:00

every time i stretch i knock
the coffee off the bed
and wake up with the mess
that i have left.

and every time i try to dance
i'll fall down
running through the
clumsy things i've said.

// clumsy on youtube

could we do like the cardigans and erase&rewind;
better still, press 'reset' like in video games.

// 069 crashing down.

2009-03-22T20:01:00.003+08:00

Pissed coz another rapper told him his shit sucked
Down on his luck, kicked out no where to stay
Today his myspace page only got one play
So we took every song he did, and put it on a disc,
and sealed cds in envelopes real thick
and addressed them to every label he could think of
FedEx over night delivery on the brink of death,
as he reached under the bed and pulled a gun
And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue
He peeled his own cat; killed himself with a gat
Would you believe the next day Def Jam called back

this is the one post that i hope everyone reads.
because suicide is your choice but it
causes the people around you to die a little each day.

angry, yes. but hurt, more so.
tell someone before it comes down to that.

// question.one republic - crashing down
// the rest of the story

// 068 perch.

2009-03-21T16:31:00.008+08:00

So lift your hearts
Open your minds
And leave no room
For words unkind
/
Don't waste your words
I've already grown
I'm gonna find my way back home

starsailor / way back home
lyrics don't say much, but it's
a hell shit remedying anthem.

// 30 seconds only
// starsailor on myspace

b-side
liking the new single, esp the brandon flowers mash up
// tell me it's not over (vs the killers)
// mp3 here
// tell me it's not over (original)

// 067 against the grain.

2009-03-16T23:58:00.006+08:00

taking another whiff at a perculiar smell;
skating without guards despite
having experienced a face-first-fall;
acting on limb;
winging it.

Against the grain.
We know we shouldn't,
but we still do.

against the grain your star to fade
sunken eyes have more to say

// 066 nobody does it like the aussies.

2009-03-15T21:47:00.002+08:00

MOS Annual Aus 2009, that is.
definately more panache than its american counterparts.

Destination and a key, with no grip on reality

Here we go now, no return
The trouble starts here!

disc 1. track 15.

// preview on youtube

on another note, less trouble would be appreciated.

// 065 missing

2009-03-11T22:09:00.001+08:00

like the deserts miss the rain.

// 064 suzie would sing.

2009-03-01T23:40:00.002+08:00

You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it.

Pity she doesn't have a mouth.

// 063 it is not necessary.

2009-02-26T23:02:00.002+08:00

to pry on my behalf.

I do not appreciate it,
good intentions or not.
it really isn't necessary.

nuff said. thankewverymuch.

// 062 daiquiri by the beach

2009-02-26T03:48:00.004+08:00

we put round our world
chains that we denied
yes, we dreamed that we were free
and this was our downfall
with no place to go
we drift eternally.

now i know finally
i've never been alone
i just couldn't see
that like
the swirling of the sea
lies a mystery
that brings me back to you.

Jehro. all i want

// hotel costes 9
// festival fnac indetendances

if only we could stop for a while
and watch the world go by
without giving a damn.

// 061 divine | intervention

2009-02-22T21:16:00.006+08:00

If i could pick a mentor, it'll be Dr Gregory House.
The guru of cynicism. The ultimate Atheist. The eccentric arsehole.
Unwavering despite the things that people try to plant in his brain.

Coincidentally, the fallen priest feeds House with
an Einstein quote this week.

"Coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous".

Ok so normally i'd say pffffft to that.
I'd say i do not want to bring religion into the equation.
It is the luck of the game. a russian roulette of sorts.
If you nitpit at the situation, there are bound to be coincidences.
And that there are multiple perspectives to a given event.

But today i think that even a cynic would like some signs
to know that they are on the right track.
Once again, i reiterate that this is not abt religion or God.

i must be going mental.

Just listen to the damn song already .

// Jesus in the sun (partial 1)
// Jesus in the sun (partial 2)

(could only find choreography vids with the song in the background,
but gosh these people can dance.)

Tell me a story with a happy end
Nothing that causes me pain

// 060 regardless.

2009-02-15T03:50:00.004+08:00

One time to know that it's real
One time to know how it feels
That's all
One call - your voice on the phone
One place - a moment alone
That's all

What do you see?
What do you know?
What are the signs?
What do I do?
Just follow your lifelines through.

// A-Ha's lifelines on youtube

// --- UNDER CONSTRUCTION

2009-02-10T00:27:00.008+08:00

the new skin looks shite on
my native ~~firefox~~, flock (nearly there), ~~opera~~ and safari (nearly there);
fine on IE (need to check).

still need to tweak the text somewhat.

// 059 the thick hides that grow with time.

2009-01-07T00:14:00.009+08:00

Could you remind me of a time
when we were so alive
Everything has changed
Do you remember that?
Could you help me push aside
all that I have left behind
Everything has changed
Do you remember that?

Paramore. franklin.
// acoustic on youtube
// album version

Because we are the choices we make.

// 058 back to basics

2009-01-01T20:57:00.003+08:00

chug more, cuss less.
more fizzy less angsty.
bringing it back to basics,
once more with feeling.

it could be sweet.

// 057 lesser of two evils

2008-12-06T21:36:00.003+08:00

would it be cynicism and the nothingness of everything
or melodrama and its associated exaggeration .

your disease or mine .

// 056 lines

2008-11-18T21:42:00.002+08:00

ie. fine lines between

nonchalence and not fretting
about the non consequential;

smiles and daggers in smiles;

numbness/mastering the art of denial
and rolling with the punches;

"Handshakes unfold
And the way it goes
No one knows

Moments will pass
In the morning light
I found out"

because constants are purely hypothetical.

// 055 hidden innuendos in prose.

2008-05-25T20:22:00.002+08:00

they taped over your mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies,
you little spies.

paramore. crush crush crush.

paramore is the outburst of emotions in all respects
that we need to hold in the cores of our hearts,
for now.
nuff said.

// paramore @ myspace
// crushcrushcrush acoustic on youtube

// 054B due south

2008-05-11T21:14:00.005+08:00

i've been missing melbourne more
and more of late. It's crazy, given that
you'd think that 4 years alone abroad and
sleeping from 9am to 3pm or something like that
wouldn't exactly be someone's choice of poison;

it probably isn't really about taking that trip down south,
rather, a bout of paranoia and 101 pointless worries,
that make the notion of escaping into anonymity
such an appealing one.

so for now i guess i'd just overdose on aussie music.

// 054A air guitars and bubblegum

2008-05-10T16:58:00.002+08:00

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

all i can say is....awwww...
(in a cynical tone but not without a tinge of awe...)

// 054 the insider and the outsider

2008-04-27T18:53:00.002+08:00

it it just me or is the world getting so
unreal and bizarre that we cant help but see
it through a looking glass, and somewhat disconnect
from this hyper-real reality.

or is it that hyper-real is so cliched and passe
that we cannot be bothered anymore?

--studying always induces the "hyper-philo" mode.

"You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves"

// the national at myspace

// 053 paralyzed.

2008-02-04T00:34:00.004+08:00

ok so i suck at being a regular blogger.
i start a million projects and hardly follow through
on them. guess im like a jar of fickle pickles.
(a tight-lipped jar at that)

anyhow, i guess the word "romantic" would
mean a timeless classic-type song to many.
but i guess i associate the word with
the romantic middle ages era, with all the
gargoyle shit and pseudo mythical creatures.
dark, haunting but somehow intriguing as hell.
slightly obsessive.
but lets get one thing straight...music is imagination.
in reality obsession is a crazy deal
that i wouldn't want to take.

who knew that the cardigans would be
my kinda romantic.

Oh, it's a strange desire,
You can not lie
That's a needless fight.

When your blood runs dry
You're paralyzed.
It will eat your mind.
Did you hold it back?
It comes to you in slow attacks;
It's the meanest fire.

This where your sanity gives in
And love begins;
Never lose your grip,
Don't trip, don't fall
You'll lose it all.

paralyzed on youtube
(ignore the anime?)

--like a wild child in a cage.

// 052 erdinger or kreuzberg?

2008-01-14T21:00:00.000+08:00

i think they have been peppering my
rice with cannibis coz i seem to be
on a constant happy high of late.

i really believe in "kreuzberg",
the tune more so than the lyrics:

"I
I have decided
At twenty-five
Something must change"

maybe cannabis is sent via
decibel packets or sound waves.

or maybe its the beer.

// bloc party's myspace once more
// kreuzberg on youtube

// 051 epiphanies...tiny ones.

2007-12-05T23:21:00.000+08:00

ok so sometimes you see people
raving about songs and you wonder
what the hell the hype is all about.

but then one day, months or years later,
you finally get it.

so today i had a tiny epiphany.

bloc party - the prayer
noww i get it.

"Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice,
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle I will outshine them all"

it would be a perfect anthem for tv show heroes.
im sorry for ever dissing it.

meanwhile i'll just wait for an epiphany
to understand why i ever signed up for
more torture a la school.

// bloc party @ myspace

// 050 blame cow for the cranky-speak.

2007-11-01T22:19:00.000+08:00

i'm totally going to play these songs over and over
and over again...and not get sick of them.
"two-step" beats (or whatever they're called) and pianos
seriously work.

// alicia keys. no one
i am truly on the a.keys bandwagon.

// placebo. running up that hill
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could...

and then these songs...i could get sick of (cos these people
are frigging youngbies earning more moolah than me damnit!)
but they're nice for now...

// jordin sparks. tattoo
is there a bird kinda croaking in the background or what?
and iswear that she is america ferrera incognito.

// katharine mcphee. love story
this one is amerie with a cold incognito. they both give me headaches but it's still nice.

// britney spears. gimme more
uhhhh......britneybitch !?

--
nuff said. back to stoning and feasting on me
botak burger.

// 049 despair is a good emotion.

2007-10-03T00:49:00.000+08:00

We're stepping through the door
We're shooting from the heart
And if we get it wrong
They'll feed us to the sharks

starsailor // shark food.

// silence is easy album snipets

// 048 wet sand.

2007-09-28T00:01:00.001+08:00

this is the post loopy phase.

My shadow side, so amplified,
Keeps coming back dissatisfied
Elementary son but it's so...
My love affair with everywhere was innocent,
Why do you care?
Someone start the car time to go...
You're the best I know

My sunny side has up and died,
I'm betting that when we collide
The universe will shift into a low
The travesties that we have seen
Are treating me like Benzedrine
Automatic laughter from a pro

-- red hot chilli peppers.

and all the other songs that talk about the
world continuing to revolve even you feel like
shit springs to mind cause glimpses of self pity
show and it's all too pathetic.

// 047 between loopy and random.

2007-09-19T23:15:00.000+08:00

ok so as a totally out of point side note,
bush should redeem himself by annihilating the junta
and get aung san out of house arrest already.
meanwhile, i'll just be eating my snowskin mooncake
with the white chocolate champagne truffle thingy in it.
and damnit maxwell (market) why no ham chim beng today!
been craving for it since BHCM. (before ho chih min)

ok so the random shi** is settled, we've just got
loopy to deal with.

// my chemical romance. i don't love you vid

i'm a little over this song but i like that
it screams.....in denial.
and it's a good venting song!
that dude kinda needs porcelain veneers though...hmmm

--

// tracy bonham. i was born without you
// uhh...downl**d?
// lyrics

people say she's just ok but hell no she's waywayway
versatile. and shes in "post-denial phase" in that song.
i liekkk it.

--

part two of loopy comes tomorrow coz
"exhausted" overrides loopy.

// 046 if shirley m ain't love i don't know what is.

2007-09-08T15:02:00.000+08:00

i so so suck at blogging i wish there
were a faster way to spread all the good shitt.
and blogging to a blue white and orange box
seems somewhat lonely, no?

meanwhile, i've been turning to thatcdshop
for retail therapy from work.
ithink these days we people are
so frail and fragile. we need therapy of sorts,
anger management shitt and whiskey. lots of whiskey.
or f*cking potatoes. they work. and to push ourselves
too far with blading so that we can get a dose of
happy high endorphins.
ok so i got carried away with the yadda speak.

so anyways this is the damage...

ABSOLUTE GARBAGE
another reason to re-smooze
at shirley m

pity they didn't include the unreleased b-sides
which are as good as the stuff they
put out in their albums.
and where is the cup of coffee track that
is soo underrated.
meanwhile, i haven't really gotten past
the first track on the bonus cd of remixes.
the world is not enough in unkle mode is way way
hotter than the original imo.
and the new track tell me where it hurts
is growing on me.

// garbage on myspace
// tell me where it hurts
// we want a b-sides release

--

TIMBALAND
shock value

// bombay
always a fan of indian shitt.

// timberland + fall out boy. one and only
// nelly furtado is love too
// the way i are nephew remix
strange...but cool in a way

// timbaland remix of apologize
doesn't go well with anger, but good, as is the ori.

now why is timbaland quitting?

--

STARSAILOR
silence is easy

ok so this is supposed to be a gift but i think tt
it'll never make it to e since i'm so lazy...
but i know that this one is seriously good stuff;
maybe i'll make it for christmas.

// starsailor on myspace
// starsailor's site

No cross to bear, no reason to care,
my life was all up in air,
Four to the floor, I was sure,
never seeing clear,
I could have it all,
whenever you are near.

// 045 doh!

2007-07-23T22:31:00.000+08:00

apparently my subconscious mind is on a
race to see how many hours of overtime the body
can take til it crumbles...

ok so that isn't entirely true.
there's also the usual office
shit stirrer to deal with.
apparently it's a must-have in every office.

meanwhile, random nonsensical thoughts
seem to preoccupy my mind.

one day i woke up thinking that rihanna is uber hott
even though i don't think so;
one day i was resolute to go catch the gwen stefani
concert just to look at all the theatrics she pulls off;
one day i was thinking of the songs that kinda
remind you of a certain person when you hear them.

unfortunately smelly cat's associated song is no
longer lamb's gabriel, since that jibe at the
drop it like it's hot song.

and that sugarplum song now reminds me that
the bunny is no longer breathing.
(the simpsons movie....ahem)

but crap aside, i'm liking these tracks....

1) colbie caillat's bubbly
// colbie @ myspace

- like joss stone but purer.

2) tracy bonham's all thumbs
"I don't know why
"I love you, good-bye"
Always makes perfect sense at the time"

// 1 minute of all thumbs and then some
// tracy @ myspace
- i soo agree tracy.

i guess the music mood of the month would be...
properly sedated.

DOH!

// 044 w.o.w.u

2007-06-23T23:00:00.001+08:00

chitown has become a battlefield
we should do like the aussies do & go on strike.
people here think disagreeing = being difficult.

they obviously don't know what
standing for your rights means.

and it's not a good idea to do inline skating
with fire in the belly ie. chilli tuna pasta.

--
I haven't thought of you
For years you know
Your memory seems to come and go
Our time meant so much to me
Now you can't be found

You were the first to want me
The first to love me
The first to need me
Who was the last to know you
The last to love you
The last to hold you

wonderful life - gwen stefani

gwen stefani is more than white trash,
though the sound is so addictive coz of the
depeche mode undertones...
you or i could be guilty of writing such a letter;
the live performance with shirley was sublime.
i would have died of droool if i were there.

// wonderful life with shirley
// wonderful life album version

// 043 uhhh?

2007-06-05T23:18:00.000+08:00

blame the lack of postings
on vocabulary retardation
(limited to cuss words: f** / moron and *****)

anyhow, i don't think that i can get sick of
rihanna's umbrella song;
the bob hairstyle is seriously divine on a
select number of individuals who can carry it off.

...it's "so-so" on rihanna. ahem.

meanwhile, my brain has been fried by radiowaves,
(though 91.3 is not the same w/o marilyn lee!)
so catchy tunes like 4 in the morning
by ms white trash gwen stafani (i like white trash!!)
and ruby by the kaiser chiefs...
keep ringing in my head.

somehow that name makes me think of kraft cheese but anyhow,
if u see a moron singing 'ruby ruby ruby ruby...aaaahh'
on the streets in a white wheeler, don't cringe.
they brainwashed me real good.

// 4 in the morning
// ruby on myspace
// cool ruby! acoustic on youtube

these ones rock too...

tasmin archer - sleeping satellite
always assumed that the singer was a white dude...
// sleeping satellite on youtube

garbage - cup of coffee
if i had a cup of coffee with shirley manson
and she told me she don't love me...
i'd still be in awe-struck mode.
// cup of coffee live

alex gaudino feat. crystal waters - destination calabria
after that cup of coffee and this song,
i'd want MOS and whiskey.
// destination calabria on youtube

can some decent band come down here
to perform please...everyone's touring
melbourne. damnit.

// 042 rainy days and umbrellas

2007-05-21T23:26:00.001+08:00

whoever invented work ought to be shot.
it totally ruins your health.
you have to put up with stupid people when you travel
to work, lame people with an attitude at work,
the urge to eat carbo and drink lots of whiskey,
a tendency to verbalise a myriad of cuss words
at 10-second intervals,
and really really bad music if you are unlucky.

lame abcs trying to rap/sing in chinese or hokkien
top the list; bad metal and bad mixes give me
nothing but a bad headache and multiple frown lines.

and for the record...apparently i didn't run a red
and...beach cabana's baked potato is wowowowowowow.

--

thank god for umbrella/s

These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, Together we'll mend your heart
Because ..

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella

-- rihanna. umbrella

false optimism works wonders at work.

// rihanna on myspace
// umbrella vid

// 041 sleep, the lack of it, and f**k i hate red lights

2007-05-07T00:56:00.000+08:00

if you could put thailand (ie her pace of life)
in a pill and sell it,
it'll be the instant cure for insomnia.
pity it's back to civilisation,
back to a new base in chi-town,
and i hate to swear but...

f**k i think i ran a red.
though i could swear that i saw an amber.
...and then two flashes.

ok so this is totally unrelated to music.
--

i did goldfrapp and coke one night
and it seriously put new meaning to insomnia.
ok that sounds like some druggie concoction
but shit yeah it definately was zombiefying.

// sartorius by goldfrapp

and damnit 3 cokes and soggy legs from blading
wont help me conquer chi-town in the morn.

// 040 re-swoon, software & lucky days

2007-04-28T02:22:00.000+08:00

ok so i've been picking up
placebo/garbage/faith yang live performances
off youtube since i chanced upon
better media converters so that i can
listen to / watch them on moss(ipod)
without much hassle

you've gotta love the people who can
actually sing live, but i don't want to
swooon like some broken record player,
so i'd stop at that.

--
meanwhile, Hodges from CSI apparantly
spread his 'lucky day' dust
over to this side of the world.
it's been one lucky tuesday, and then some

// see to understand
// ELO - mr blue sky
ok so it's spastic but damndamndamn smile-inducing.

// Mr blue sky lyrics

// 039 this is the real deal.

2007-04-21T03:31:00.000+08:00

so this is kinda ironic,
since i only know a handful of manic street preachers
but i think that they're one of the best alt/rock outfits.

it could be my predisposed penchant for words like
empty and hollow and hypocracy
(faith yang song lyrics are evidence)

// empty souls (softer)
// empty souls (louder)

Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone
Rattling memories and hollow bones
Leaves a taste so bitter and cold
For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know

--

doesn't really explain my apparent fondness
for nelly furtado.

// nelly furtado does gnarls barkley's crazy
(im sorry but she should have kicked charlotte church off stage)

// 038 classifications and stereotyping

2007-04-21T00:42:00.000+08:00

finally shrugged of the IRK bug i caught though i'm
eternally irked by people who do a certain sort of stereotyping.

they look at you and say, you look like u like
music that is not of a 'high class',
for eg. you like punkish skiddish stuff.
and they insinuate your lack of taste.
and they go on to say that they like opera and shite
just cause they themselves are blind mindless followers,
that suffer from a certain elitist complex.
it's like eating cavier cause it's expensive.
rather than fully appreciating it's taste.
what poseurs.

i think we should classify these people into a category
just to stereotype the stereotypers.
maybe call them 'blind clones' or something.

on a sorta similar note,
avril lavigne is stereotyped as someone who appeals
to the teeny bopper types.
it's their preprogrammed stereotyping at work.
honestly, her new cd is not really my cuppa tea,
the record is punk and upbeat;
whereas i need a truckload of melancholy,
but i like some of her old stuff

new stuff :
// runaway
i could like this if done stripped down and acoustic.

// keep holding on
the eragon theme song.

some not-as-publicized old songs sung live :

// nobody's fool
// mobile
// together
// things i'll never say