Saturday, January 30, 2010
I'm listening to: Mae - Suspension
Well, I fell in love with a boy who has a real live romance with a train.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I'm listening to: Chicago - If You Leave Me Now
It had been occupying my thoughts for quite some time, and unbearably so; for its constant presence stifled that of other important considerations and I was bound, hand and foot, to this nagging obsession. Like a dangerous caged animal, I didn't want to keep it, but I couldn't release it either. So, I waited.
I was anticipating a symbolic interlinking of fates or some sort of serendipitious occurance, to signal the blossoming of opportunity and the Perfect Moment. It gradually became clear that I was perhaps waiting in vain, and I was also running short of time.
I mustered a little courage and a lot of blind optimism, and finally told you everything. The mild surprise that registered on your countenance was, ironically, not unexpected. Everything was going according to a plan that hadn't even been conceived.
Yet, there was something else in your expression. We both knew it was something worth pursuing. Was it a slip on your part or a gesture intended simply to let me know it even existed? The survival of an entire world, though not this one, hung in the balance as those few seconds of infinity ticked by. Again, we don't have much time.
Possibilities were starkly apparent and they electrified the air as if with static energy. Like a flash of lightning, their presence was brief but startlingly unmistakable. We could've fixed everything there and then. We could've put together the last pieces of the puzzle. Couldn't we?
They weren't yet ripe for the picking, I decided. Maybe they fall of their own accord. Who knows? Do you know? An unspoken consensus engendered as we both continued walking amidst a comfortable silence. Its ghost lingered still, and of that fact we were acutely aware.
I see our reflections on the surface of a pond that is still and, without meaning to, smile.
I was anticipating a symbolic interlinking of fates or some sort of serendipitious occurance, to signal the blossoming of opportunity and the Perfect Moment. It gradually became clear that I was perhaps waiting in vain, and I was also running short of time.
I mustered a little courage and a lot of blind optimism, and finally told you everything. The mild surprise that registered on your countenance was, ironically, not unexpected. Everything was going according to a plan that hadn't even been conceived.
Yet, there was something else in your expression. We both knew it was something worth pursuing. Was it a slip on your part or a gesture intended simply to let me know it even existed? The survival of an entire world, though not this one, hung in the balance as those few seconds of infinity ticked by. Again, we don't have much time.
Possibilities were starkly apparent and they electrified the air as if with static energy. Like a flash of lightning, their presence was brief but startlingly unmistakable. We could've fixed everything there and then. We could've put together the last pieces of the puzzle. Couldn't we?
They weren't yet ripe for the picking, I decided. Maybe they fall of their own accord. Who knows? Do you know? An unspoken consensus engendered as we both continued walking amidst a comfortable silence. Its ghost lingered still, and of that fact we were acutely aware.
I see our reflections on the surface of a pond that is still and, without meaning to, smile.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I'm listening to: Something Corporate - Cavanaugh Park
At Cavanaugh Park
Where I used to sit all alone in the dark
And dream about things that I cannot say
You always said destiny'd blow me away
And nothing's gonna blow me away
And there was never any place
For someone like me to be totally happy
I'm running out of clock and that ain't a shock
Some things never do change
Never do change
SoCo brings back so many memories. I don't know how I could've ever thought they were uncool; now I'm sure I'll love them forever.
There isn't enough time to live in both the past and the present, not without compromising the latter. Sometimes, though, it can hardly be helped. Today occasionally turns around to show its other face; a tired palimpsest of ghosts exuding an infectious decadence. And then, there's at once too much and too little going on. The glue holding these fragments of sanity together had better be strong.
Tell me, where are you?
I need someone who'll say to me, "I'll stop the world and melt with you." Well, who's playing the serpent?
Breathe symphonies,
Come on, sweet catastrophe.
Where I used to sit all alone in the dark
And dream about things that I cannot say
You always said destiny'd blow me away
And nothing's gonna blow me away
And there was never any place
For someone like me to be totally happy
I'm running out of clock and that ain't a shock
Some things never do change
Never do change
SoCo brings back so many memories. I don't know how I could've ever thought they were uncool; now I'm sure I'll love them forever.
There isn't enough time to live in both the past and the present, not without compromising the latter. Sometimes, though, it can hardly be helped. Today occasionally turns around to show its other face; a tired palimpsest of ghosts exuding an infectious decadence. And then, there's at once too much and too little going on. The glue holding these fragments of sanity together had better be strong.
Tell me, where are you?
I need someone who'll say to me, "I'll stop the world and melt with you." Well, who's playing the serpent?
Breathe symphonies,
Come on, sweet catastrophe.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I'm listening to: Sugar Ray - Every Morning
Is it just me or does serendipity not exist off of the television screen, pages of novels, or song lyrics (*psst* IMO Taylor Swift is notoriously indulgent)? Is it even supposed to mean anything beyond its immediate consequences, i.e. taken as some kind of divine omen suggesting a certain course of further action to be taken; or is that all it really is? But quite clearly, any (rare?) instances of the sort would be more than welcome, and perhaps that's enough to make them so special.
That our actions are the consequences of preceding as well as components of following complex chain/web reactions of movements across time and space, and being impossible to track them all - that's where the pleasant surprise comes in whenever we encounter some form of serendipity. In other words, it is not a standalone entity and cannot exist outside of subjective human experience or perception of events. Like giftwrap, though essentially meaningless in itself, it becomes significant because of the nebulous connotations ascribed to it by virtue of our ignorance of some greater truth.
Then again, these occurrances quite possibly represent a culmination of an opportune variety of factors, of which the positive outcome is an indication that we're headed in a good direction, whether deliberately or lacking specific intentions; hence the sign-from-above perspective. Yet, it's even more likely that many of these instances don't even surface enough to reach our attention for some reason or another and operate on the fringes of human awareness, which also makes serendipity look so lovely.
And it's warm and humid on Swanston Street
And the air is filled with electricity
And the sky is deeper than a dream
That our actions are the consequences of preceding as well as components of following complex chain/web reactions of movements across time and space, and being impossible to track them all - that's where the pleasant surprise comes in whenever we encounter some form of serendipity. In other words, it is not a standalone entity and cannot exist outside of subjective human experience or perception of events. Like giftwrap, though essentially meaningless in itself, it becomes significant because of the nebulous connotations ascribed to it by virtue of our ignorance of some greater truth.
Then again, these occurrances quite possibly represent a culmination of an opportune variety of factors, of which the positive outcome is an indication that we're headed in a good direction, whether deliberately or lacking specific intentions; hence the sign-from-above perspective. Yet, it's even more likely that many of these instances don't even surface enough to reach our attention for some reason or another and operate on the fringes of human awareness, which also makes serendipity look so lovely.
And it's warm and humid on Swanston Street
And the air is filled with electricity
And the sky is deeper than a dream
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I'm listening to: Elliott Smith - Waltz #2
I'm so glad that my memory's remote.
People are sometimes so full of FUCKLOADS of shit. Oh, that might be me too, but I'm overshadowed here. I'm sick to my stomach of all the melodrama. What the hell for, seriously?? I've had enough, thank you! This is in advance: PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP and suck it up. I/you/we will not in any way be able (MAYBE BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO - it's a waste of my time and energy) to avert the incoming barrage of BULLCRAP that's practically been asked for, but OMG shut up; when the time comes and the sky starts pouring shit just STFU! I H8 THIS.
People are sometimes so full of FUCKLOADS of shit. Oh, that might be me too, but I'm overshadowed here. I'm sick to my stomach of all the melodrama. What the hell for, seriously?? I've had enough, thank you! This is in advance: PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP and suck it up. I/you/we will not in any way be able (MAYBE BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO - it's a waste of my time and energy) to avert the incoming barrage of BULLCRAP that's practically been asked for, but OMG shut up; when the time comes and the sky starts pouring shit just STFU! I H8 THIS.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I'm listening to: Simply Red - Stars
Because I'm in such a frivolous mood, thanks to the magic of endorphins, I'm not going to mind sounding like a complete airhead in this post. I'll talk about my ideal boyfriend (MIBF). We'll work from the outside in.
Vibe/Aura
This is a picture of Gaspard Ulliel of Hannibal Rising/Paris Je t'Aime/etc. fame. I don't expect to ever know anyone with his drop-dead gorgeous boyish good looks, but MIBF should possess the same subtle(?) bookish vibe in combination with an aura of cool - not biker/rocker cool but collected+intelligent+witty cool.
Physique
MIBF should be tall (at the very least 175cm) and muscular but not bulky. I like broad shoulders and a healthy tan, and would very much like him to do at least one kind of exercise/sport regularly. He dresses simply but looks good anyway =)
Face/Hair
Chiselled bone structure, high cheekbones, buttchin, expressive eyes and nice smile! NO FACIAL HAIR. Again with reference to lovely Gaspard Ulliel, I have a thing for dark-coloured plastic/acrylic glasses, which should be paired with a basic haircut. (On a separate note, I think glasses like that are great but only with complementary facial features. Some people just look better without them.)
Preferences/Hobbies
MIBF appreciates nature and likes taking long walks while admiring scenery. He should play at least one kind of video/computer game without going into excess, in addition to exercise/sports as abovementioned. He plays a musical instrument like the guitar or something, and is very into cool music - alternative, indie++ at least. For his intellectual pursuits, he would be happy spending the day with a good book and coffee, but also enjoys the occasional party. He likes a wide variety of good food and will happily(?) eat what I cook.
Personality
Humourously witty, MIBF will be able to keep me laughing. He enjoys intelligent philosophical discussions with me and is honest with his thoughts and feelings while also broad-minded. He is patient, dependable, sensitive to how other people feel and generally friendly and soft-hearted without being a pushover. MIBF has strong values and understands the importance of harmony and compromise. With an independent, adventurous spirit and enthusiasm for novel experiences, he is spontaneous and fun-loving. Preferably of the same religion, but no big matter. He is romantic but not cheesy and against OTT PDA but still a warm and fuzzy person.
Besides a strong connection and MIBF liking me too, putting it simply would be that he probably doesn't exist (or at least right now to me, I think), even give or take a few things. So much for MIBF! =(
We'll take tomorrow, baby, yeah
One day at a time.
Vibe/Aura
This is a picture of Gaspard Ulliel of Hannibal Rising/Paris Je t'Aime/etc. fame. I don't expect to ever know anyone with his drop-dead gorgeous boyish good looks, but MIBF should possess the same subtle(?) bookish vibe in combination with an aura of cool - not biker/rocker cool but collected+intelligent+witty cool.
Physique
MIBF should be tall (at the very least 175cm) and muscular but not bulky. I like broad shoulders and a healthy tan, and would very much like him to do at least one kind of exercise/sport regularly. He dresses simply but looks good anyway =)
Face/Hair
Chiselled bone structure, high cheekbones, buttchin, expressive eyes and nice smile! NO FACIAL HAIR. Again with reference to lovely Gaspard Ulliel, I have a thing for dark-coloured plastic/acrylic glasses, which should be paired with a basic haircut. (On a separate note, I think glasses like that are great but only with complementary facial features. Some people just look better without them.)
Preferences/Hobbies
MIBF appreciates nature and likes taking long walks while admiring scenery. He should play at least one kind of video/computer game without going into excess, in addition to exercise/sports as abovementioned. He plays a musical instrument like the guitar or something, and is very into cool music - alternative, indie++ at least. For his intellectual pursuits, he would be happy spending the day with a good book and coffee, but also enjoys the occasional party. He likes a wide variety of good food and will happily(?) eat what I cook.
Personality
Humourously witty, MIBF will be able to keep me laughing. He enjoys intelligent philosophical discussions with me and is honest with his thoughts and feelings while also broad-minded. He is patient, dependable, sensitive to how other people feel and generally friendly and soft-hearted without being a pushover. MIBF has strong values and understands the importance of harmony and compromise. With an independent, adventurous spirit and enthusiasm for novel experiences, he is spontaneous and fun-loving. Preferably of the same religion, but no big matter. He is romantic but not cheesy and against OTT PDA but still a warm and fuzzy person.
Besides a strong connection and MIBF liking me too, putting it simply would be that he probably doesn't exist (or at least right now to me, I think), even give or take a few things. So much for MIBF! =(
We'll take tomorrow, baby, yeah
One day at a time.
Friday, January 8, 2010
I'm listening to: Goo Goo Dolls - Name
It's amazing and honestly quite frightening how some of the most important things in our lives find their origin in the most trivial actions and decisions on our part, while lacking at the time a lucid awareness of their immense consequences. Just a little tweak to the conditions incubating these twists of fate and the subsequent repercussions could be unthinkable, both despite and in view of the fact that they are sometimes so intricately interlinked. Is it luck or a wired in narrow-mindedness?
There is sometimes a gaping chasm between the physical and metaphysical, which makes a connection with this time and place but an illusion. The question regarding the beginnings of the Self and its existence is something I cannot imagine there is a concrete answer to. I believe its metaphysical component is kept chained up like a dog for most people, while others wander aimlessly in that completely different dimension, and yet others who've found the answer and enjoy(/suffer from?) the vision it bestows upon them... do what?
Debonair conundrum,
I won't tell your name.
There is sometimes a gaping chasm between the physical and metaphysical, which makes a connection with this time and place but an illusion. The question regarding the beginnings of the Self and its existence is something I cannot imagine there is a concrete answer to. I believe its metaphysical component is kept chained up like a dog for most people, while others wander aimlessly in that completely different dimension, and yet others who've found the answer and enjoy(/suffer from?) the vision it bestows upon them... do what?
Debonair conundrum,
I won't tell your name.
Friday, January 1, 2010
I'm listening to: The Raveonettes - The Christmas Song
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you
When you say you don't need me
It's much too late to find
When you think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me, baby?
Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
If you see him come, better cut out on the double
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
He's been gone for such a long time
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
Now he's back and things will be fine
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
You're gonna be sorry you were ever born
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl, could you want me?
Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When we stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
There a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
I'm so tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on
Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour
Bottles breaking on my face are
Only a reminder of your
Love I lost a lifetime ago
Was I dreaming when I knew you?
I don't know
So once again I swim in reverie, without your love
So long ago I can't remember now where we began
Hey yeah, we had everything
Vinyl in mono
And we looked the other way
Man, we were so dumb
Is this the part in the book that you wrote
Where I've gotta come and save the day?
Three chords in your pocket tonight
Are you, you the one with the spark to bring my punk rock back?
I don't think so
Blow out all of the lights tonight
And then it happened
It took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too
By the look in your eyes
This magic moment
While your lips are close to mine
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time
Outside, inside
This is a moon without a tide
We'll build a fire in your eyes
We'll build a fire when the color's getting brighter
Cold desire, makes a moon without a tide
I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive
Can your hear my heart beating like a hammer?
I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough, I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug
Of science and the human heart, there is no limit
Love makes no sense of space and time will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon, and miss completely
Will you think of times you told me
You knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?
All the lights are coming on now
How I wish that it would snow now
I don't feel like going home now
I wish that I could stay
You know I don't believe you
When you say you don't need me
It's much too late to find
When you think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me, baby?
Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
If you see him come, better cut out on the double
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
He's been gone for such a long time
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
Now he's back and things will be fine
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
You're gonna be sorry you were ever born
Hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl, could you want me?
Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When we stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
There a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
I'm so tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on
Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour
Bottles breaking on my face are
Only a reminder of your
Love I lost a lifetime ago
Was I dreaming when I knew you?
I don't know
So once again I swim in reverie, without your love
So long ago I can't remember now where we began
Hey yeah, we had everything
Vinyl in mono
And we looked the other way
Man, we were so dumb
Is this the part in the book that you wrote
Where I've gotta come and save the day?
Three chords in your pocket tonight
Are you, you the one with the spark to bring my punk rock back?
I don't think so
Blow out all of the lights tonight
And then it happened
It took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too
By the look in your eyes
This magic moment
While your lips are close to mine
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time
Outside, inside
This is a moon without a tide
We'll build a fire in your eyes
We'll build a fire when the color's getting brighter
Cold desire, makes a moon without a tide
I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive
Can your hear my heart beating like a hammer?
I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out
The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough, I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug
Of science and the human heart, there is no limit
Love makes no sense of space and time will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon, and miss completely
Will you think of times you told me
You knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?
All the lights are coming on now
How I wish that it would snow now
I don't feel like going home now
I wish that I could stay
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