Listening to Radiohead's Pyramid Song, I've had a sudden epiphany. The most beautiful things - books, songs, albums, paintings, photographs, movies - have all been things I either didn't understand, or at least had some air of mystery or intrigue around it.
I think human beings should work on not trying to understand the mechanics of everything and anything that happens to them, and just accept them as they are, and interpret it in their own way. Then perhaps there would be a little less violence and bloodshed in this world.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The Seething Rain Weeps For You
Wow, it's been almost three months since I last updated this. So much for my resolution to blog regularly. Anyway, it's a new year and a new life for me now. Things are a bit cluttered and messy now but I have three days off this week and I'm using the much-needed break time to get my act together and figure things out too.
The money situation is really bad now, to the point where my internet connection and phone line have been cut off, disconnecting me from friends and family (unless I'm with them or borrow someone's phone to make a call). The lack of money also makes it a better idea to stay at home and bum around instead of doing something I really want to do, like go out and watch a movie.
I also start school very soon. I really have no idea where I'm going to find the money for textbooks. I don't even know how I'm going to go print out my timetable. It's sickening, really, but I'd be stupid to complain or burst into tears or feel sorry for myself. That is not going to solve anything, so my best bet is to put on my game face, be grateful for what I still do have and soldier on.
In other happier news, I'm happy that I've started going on the treadmill again and watching what I eat. I've also started reading again, borrowing a slew of Murakami books from the library and a Banana Yoshimoto book I've always wanted to read. I also seem to be able to listen to nothing but Mew these days. I'm not complaining though, because I don't have enough money to buy new CDs anyway, or download something new.
Off to go wash my hair and dig through the crap in my room to see if I can salvage anything. I'll end this self-pitying post by sharing some lyrics to a song that's been haunting me for the past few weeks. I don't quite know what the lyrics mean, but then I don't understand most of Mew's lyrics, just like most of Murakami's prose. I've given up on trying to understand them, and instead I just let it flow through me like rain. It's the atmostphere that they generate, you know? I guess I'm not making sense.
FOX CUB
by Mew
No more trying
Too much terribleness these days
And what you thought was true
Well, they were lying to you
And made a kid cry
So did you change the locks?
And did you hide the fox cub?
Don't make fun
Because we don't.
The money situation is really bad now, to the point where my internet connection and phone line have been cut off, disconnecting me from friends and family (unless I'm with them or borrow someone's phone to make a call). The lack of money also makes it a better idea to stay at home and bum around instead of doing something I really want to do, like go out and watch a movie.
I also start school very soon. I really have no idea where I'm going to find the money for textbooks. I don't even know how I'm going to go print out my timetable. It's sickening, really, but I'd be stupid to complain or burst into tears or feel sorry for myself. That is not going to solve anything, so my best bet is to put on my game face, be grateful for what I still do have and soldier on.
In other happier news, I'm happy that I've started going on the treadmill again and watching what I eat. I've also started reading again, borrowing a slew of Murakami books from the library and a Banana Yoshimoto book I've always wanted to read. I also seem to be able to listen to nothing but Mew these days. I'm not complaining though, because I don't have enough money to buy new CDs anyway, or download something new.
Off to go wash my hair and dig through the crap in my room to see if I can salvage anything. I'll end this self-pitying post by sharing some lyrics to a song that's been haunting me for the past few weeks. I don't quite know what the lyrics mean, but then I don't understand most of Mew's lyrics, just like most of Murakami's prose. I've given up on trying to understand them, and instead I just let it flow through me like rain. It's the atmostphere that they generate, you know? I guess I'm not making sense.
FOX CUB
by Mew
No more trying
Too much terribleness these days
And what you thought was true
Well, they were lying to you
And made a kid cry
So did you change the locks?
And did you hide the fox cub?
Don't make fun
Because we don't.
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