And, my favourite girl is baaaaaaacccck!!! After what might just have been the longest holiday ever.
a perfect shot to start a perfect day
"ooh, my shoes my shoes!"
cheesy poses, cheesy grins
and the infamous "meh!!" captured in its visual form for posterity
Stacy's best imitation of a puppy
"Gong Xi Gong Xi!"
24 January 2007
Wanting to lie in bed all day, and maybe never waking up.
Sitting in a car, cruising along the expressway, and wishing the ride would never end. Copious consumption of alcohol. Finding refuge in sad songs, and even sadder ones.
You could say we're being emo. But I'd say it's a quarter-life crisis we're all going through. I could go on, and list the characteristics, maybe analyse my situation abit, but I'm tired and it's been a long day, and I have school work to do and there's class tomorrow, and if I keep at this, I don't think I could go on. If there's a soundtrack to our lives right now though, this one below can probably be track #1.
Why Georgia. by John Mayer.
I am driving up 85 in the Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon just stuck inside the gloom 4 more exits to my apartment but I am tempted to keep the car in drive And leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimes About the outcome Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with Wood in places to make it feel like home But all I feel's alone It might be a quarter life crisis Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way I wonder sometimes About the outcome Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why Georgia, why?
So what, so I've got a smile on But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don't believe me When I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger but That's the danger in going my own way I guess it's the price I have to pay Still "everything happens for a reason" Is no reason not to ask myself
If I am living it right Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why Georgia, why?
22 January 2007
I've just been sitting here for the past 2 hours, repeating this song over and over. And I don't know if it's just coz it's getting late, but it felt like a part of my soul had dislodged itself from my being, and is flying around abit as I'm listening to it. Just circling above, and some swoops here and there.
Samson. by Regina Spektor.
"you are my sweetest downfall...I loved you first,"
21 January 2007
The tee reads God Bless Bloc Party. But maybe God should learn something from Bloc Party and quit fooling us around.
Before I get struck by lightning for the blasphemous statement, allow me to quote from an article by April Long from February's issue of NYLON.
A Weekend in the City is as atypical in the realm of NME-approved 21st-century British post-punk as Bloc Party's singer is among his more profane and boisterous peers. Conceived by Okereke as a thematically linked song-cycle about, he says, "the way modern life seems to steal experience away from us," the album is far more complex, varied, and emotive than their excellent 2005 debut, Silent Alarm.
And so he set about trying to articulate a distinctly metropolitan malaise: How we zombie-walk the subways in a cocoon of numbness; how the drudgery of work swallows our best years; how we obliterate ourselves with alcohol or drugs on weekends because, as Okereke says, "we need to throw ourselves into something so consuming we won't notice how empty our lives are."
Okereke also felt it was also important to include tracks such as the sweet, drowsy love song "Sunday," to offset the tone of disillusionment that suffuses the rest of the album. "I think what I'm ultimately trying to say," Okereke muses, his eyes trained on the drifting blanket of white outside the window, "is...crumbs...the answer in life isn't going to be found in material things or entertaining distractions, but in feeling genuinely linked to another human being. We have to make sure that we never forget to communicate."
The album drops 5th Feb, do get it.
18 January 2007
In between gulping down some chicken porridge and coughing my lungs out this afternoon, I stumbled upon this Takuya Kimura solo on youtube! Awww, I loved him since I was a kid. And this song, I could listen to it a million times over.
It's a beautiful one titled 'Shiosai'. Enjoy, and try to resist the urge to jump into the video and hug him.
"you're not the only lonely one...you're not the only lonely one...you're not the only lonely one..."
17 January 2007
WOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! The MUSE concert was one phenomenal, mind-blowing affair! But first, some pre-concert pics.
Ha, good thing we braved the heat and humidity to queue up in the afternoon... And yeah, Meg and Jack came for the show too.
Man, were we psyched!
Moshing right from the first song! Utter madness - arms, bags, elbows everywhere; toes lifted right off the ground.
It was a rockin' good show from start to end! Talk about explosive stuff man. The music and the playing was out-of-this-world. To be right up front, with Matthew Bellamy drawling and falsetto-ing away, the crowd surging, singing along, it was amazing. To think I had my doubts about attending the show since I wasn't a huge fan. Ha, Angela, thanks man. Woah, one of the best moments was when they launched into 'Time is Running Out', and it just filled the soul, it did. Full blast, floodlights, and everyone screaming and jumping in time to the chorus. We were one then. A unified mass.
All in all, a bloody fantastic show.
14 January 2007
We had such happy times while you were back Jingxian! I know we keep saying we will visit you, and I hope this December, it can really happen.
13 January 2007
It's like that Ming dynasty porcelain vase you can't take your eyes off in the museum. Crimson peonies in luscious bloom, the petals soft, bending lightly against each other, fanning elaborately across the clear smooth surface of the porcelain, which glints, pure, in the soft glow of the numerous spotlights trained solely on it.
Your breath catches in your throat. You stand entranced, captivated. You couldn't walk away even if you had wanted to. And you don't.
A sudden thought. "How cool would it be if I have this sitting somewhere at home?"
But then, you're suddenly glad for the velvet-lined ropes holding you back. For the security cameras trained on you. Heck, even for that craggy security man sneaking glances at you.
Because you do realise it won't be the same.
In your arms, hairline cracks you never imagined possible now taunt you. Without the unwavering warm glow previously provided by the spotlights, that luminance which once held you captive has diminished.
You can no longer give it the same undivided attention as when you stood sneaker-deep in the carpet on the 3rd floor of the museum, still except for the chilly air-conditioned air ruffling your hair. Nothing can have a commanding presence in the face of a squawking mother. Not even a Ming dynasty vessel.
Then there begs the question of practicality. It's all well and good when you're paying 6.50 to stroll through the museum and gawk at the exhibits. The vessel (and everything else) could just be there. That is the point. Their sheer existance is reason enough. That you could lay eyes on them, in their real, unimagined and undepicted, form.
But back at home? It starts to get in the way. Do you place it on the mantel? The dining table? Do you fill it with water, throw in a few lilies, and use it for its original intended purpose?
Perhaps one day, you begin to wonder why you had even bothered at all. And that is why we don't. And why we are glad we can't.
To The Very Good friend, you said my analogy about being stranded at the jetty was crap. I hope this suits you better. You could call it "An Analogy on Fatal Attraction" if you will. Though I think I kind of got carried away with this one, so please excuse the length. I'm truly feeling ok now if you were wondering. I can sympathize, really.
10 January 2007
A, you know I'm really just that sad little moth headed towards my own self-destruction, so if you do decide to take that slippery path, take me with you. We can walk hand-in-hand, we would be past caring.
ML, my antidote, you may be a bitter pill to swallow half the time, ok most of the time, and I may retch, or even throw up sometimes. But at the end of the day, I try to keep it down. Because I do know what's good for me.
08 January 2007
Sometimes, when you're hell bent that things will be a certain way, and you insist and believe in it with all your heart, it will invariably just fuck up right in your face.
Before leaving, The BFF said that she has a feeling things will change in a major way by the time she's back. An upheaval of some sort. Angela and I shook our heads vigorously no, we scorned the idea - what could happen in our ridiculously mundane lives? Nothing!
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.