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.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
We'll Carry On, We'll Carry On
Just for the fun of it, here's my top ten list of guys that make me all giggly and vapid and 'whee!':
1. Alan Wilder (from Depeche Mode)
- My idea of the perfect man: a musician with an acerbic wit, dark sense of humour and so unbelievably fucking gorgeous. Plus, he married a gypsy. I want to be a gypsy, dammit.
2. Sean Bean (actor)
- The most long-standing crush from my Lord Of The Rings harem, haha!
3. Viggo Mortensen (actor)
- Very close behind Sean Bean, and from the same, aforementioned harem.
4. Mikey Way (from My Chemical Romance)
- I know, I know. But their video has been playing non-stop on MTV (which I watch religiously when I'm on the treadmill) and that boy cleaned up real nice. Honourable mention: Frankie Iero from same band. Gerard Way would probably get an honourable mention too if he didn't go all Debbie Harry on us.
5. Shan Wee
- I don't even know what to say about this one. All my friends insist he's blank/obnoxious/resembles VivoCity (private joke) but he's definitely the most gorgeous man I've seen in person. Also, after listening to him on the radio a few times, it's pretty evident there's a wicked sense of humour lurking in those blank depths. And wicked sense of humour = always droolicious.
6. Lionel Messi (Barca/Argie football player)
- Popularly known as 'The Flea' in his native Argentina, it is easy to see why this young prodigy is the next great white hope for Argie futbol. Plus, he's so fuckin' cute that I want to pick him up and put him in my pocket. This has earned him the nickname 'Pocket Messi' amongst me and my bemused family members.
Well, I'm too tired to complete the rest of my list. I'll do it another day and hopefully supplement the list with photos as well. In the meantime, I shall debate whether Orlando Bloom will make it to my list or not, because he's more under the 'Guilty Pleasure' category. I mean, he's the only one from my list who is strictly eye candy. The rest have other talents and worthy attributes. The guy just looks good in a Pirate costume, full stop. We'll see my mood.
It's my day off tomorrow (today, actually) and I'm going to spend it cleaning the house. Whoop de fucking doo.
1. Alan Wilder (from Depeche Mode)
- My idea of the perfect man: a musician with an acerbic wit, dark sense of humour and so unbelievably fucking gorgeous. Plus, he married a gypsy. I want to be a gypsy, dammit.
2. Sean Bean (actor)
- The most long-standing crush from my Lord Of The Rings harem, haha!
3. Viggo Mortensen (actor)
- Very close behind Sean Bean, and from the same, aforementioned harem.
4. Mikey Way (from My Chemical Romance)
- I know, I know. But their video has been playing non-stop on MTV (which I watch religiously when I'm on the treadmill) and that boy cleaned up real nice. Honourable mention: Frankie Iero from same band. Gerard Way would probably get an honourable mention too if he didn't go all Debbie Harry on us.
5. Shan Wee
- I don't even know what to say about this one. All my friends insist he's blank/obnoxious/resembles VivoCity (private joke) but he's definitely the most gorgeous man I've seen in person. Also, after listening to him on the radio a few times, it's pretty evident there's a wicked sense of humour lurking in those blank depths. And wicked sense of humour = always droolicious.
6. Lionel Messi (Barca/Argie football player)
- Popularly known as 'The Flea' in his native Argentina, it is easy to see why this young prodigy is the next great white hope for Argie futbol. Plus, he's so fuckin' cute that I want to pick him up and put him in my pocket. This has earned him the nickname 'Pocket Messi' amongst me and my bemused family members.
Well, I'm too tired to complete the rest of my list. I'll do it another day and hopefully supplement the list with photos as well. In the meantime, I shall debate whether Orlando Bloom will make it to my list or not, because he's more under the 'Guilty Pleasure' category. I mean, he's the only one from my list who is strictly eye candy. The rest have other talents and worthy attributes. The guy just looks good in a Pirate costume, full stop. We'll see my mood.
It's my day off tomorrow (today, actually) and I'm going to spend it cleaning the house. Whoop de fucking doo.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Make This Go On Forever
So I have finally decided to start blogging again. I think it's the lack of food (fasting month) plus lack of fresh air (the haze from hell) that has inspired me to find somewhere where I can complain. So here we go: new blog, new start, old rantings and ravings.
With all this haze drama, Singapore really does look like Silent Hill. Of course, I'm going to run like hell if any ash-babies or pyramid-head-shaped people come clawing after me on the MRT. I was kinda glad the haze went away during my birthday vacation in Batam, and now it's back with a vengeance.
Me: How come there's no firefighters trying to put out the fire in Indonesia?
Brother: Because they're all busy making ayam penyet?
That is so hysterically racist and stereotypical, but damn funny.
In other words, a good Sunday morning album to listen to is Josh Rouse's 'Subtitulo'. A really beautiful, light, tender album. Steer away if you hate bossa nova or Burt Bacharach-type-sipping-martinis music. But otherwise, it's something soothing and warm to melt into, like a cashmere sweater.
Happy Haze Day, people!
With all this haze drama, Singapore really does look like Silent Hill. Of course, I'm going to run like hell if any ash-babies or pyramid-head-shaped people come clawing after me on the MRT. I was kinda glad the haze went away during my birthday vacation in Batam, and now it's back with a vengeance.
Me: How come there's no firefighters trying to put out the fire in Indonesia?
Brother: Because they're all busy making ayam penyet?
That is so hysterically racist and stereotypical, but damn funny.
In other words, a good Sunday morning album to listen to is Josh Rouse's 'Subtitulo'. A really beautiful, light, tender album. Steer away if you hate bossa nova or Burt Bacharach-type-sipping-martinis music. But otherwise, it's something soothing and warm to melt into, like a cashmere sweater.
Happy Haze Day, people!
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