I'm listening to: Nerina Pallot - Halfway Home

I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes.

I'm dying for episode 8 and the rest of the season to be out. It's not just the plot but the political and philosophical (especially existential) themes running through the seasons.

The last of True Blood from episode 7 finally enunciated quite patently a key issue at the heart of the season, if not the entire series. Russell Edgington, the 3000 year-old vampire king of Mississippi, declared that the only law to abide by is that of Nature's; of the survival of the fittest, and not some artificial social construct laid down by traditional authority (i.e. the Magister and his precedents). The reason for his belief is that conventional legal structures (governing vampiric conduct) were conceived to appease humans' fears, but these hold back the development of vampires as the master race, which is particularly irksome because he cannot understand how human beings are stupid enough to destroy their own living habitat and yet claim a natural right to the world. 

He's obviously over his head in arrogance, but it's hard to dismiss his opinions just like that. First off, it isn't very clear which race - human or vampiric - Nature favours in the first place, since vampires are after all human beings risen from the dead, though the other part of their origin is anything but human. But the fact that all vampires had to be human once, and that they also waited till lately to 'come out of the closet', favours human beings as having the natural right. Then again, vampires are physically, physiologically and psychologically superior to human beings, which counters that claim on a different level but also makes it hard to draw a reasonable comparison when both operate by different criteria (defining Nature). On the other hand, it's interesting to note how human standards are always the basis for comparison.

And then, there are also Weres, Shapeshifters, Fairies (to come), Maenads, and goodness knows what else. Each and every one of these have a human 'component' to their being, in the sense that they take on human forms at least some of the time. This does not indicate that human beings are therefore the master race; it could be a functionary and practical (plainly obvious how) evolutionary (?) adaptation, but it raises the question of why human beings have been left to believe, since the dawn of time till recently, that they are the only evolutionarily sophisticated species inhabiting the earth. That, however, for a contemporary science-fiction writer like Charlaine Harris, is only at her discretion. I guess we can just wait and see (since human beings' fear = being subjected to human standards = doesn't seem plausible as a real reason), and until more light has been thrown on the subject, the preceding questions and issues cannot be satisfactorily addressed, which is why 

I. need. more. True. Blood. And just the shows. I don't really want the books, sorry. 

And now, I'm halfway home, 

I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?

I'm listening to: Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill

You don't want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me we both matter; don't we?
You, it's you and me
It's you and me, you won't be unhappy

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building



You're crazy adorable, but only God knows how much I hate you sometimes.

I'm listening to: Blondie - Heart of Glass

Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside
We could've made it cruising, yeah.

Funny how the human psyche works. You can build defenses all around to protect some treasured object from every conceivable external threat, but its eventual destruction/losing its value is sometimes internally effected. Does that in any way really negate your loss (e.g. a change of heart => zero heartbreak)? In the greater scheme of things, it might not matter much, but it's troubling just the same. 

It's not like I'm not enjoying myself at all, but I'm so exhausted; I can hardly believe that I'm actually dying (more than as a figure of speech) for school to start. Bleargh. And here we go again. 

I feel so awfully human.

I'm listening to: Dido - Stoned

It's hard sometimes not to look away
And think what's the point
When I'm having to hold this fire down
I think I'll explode if I can't feel this freely now


Chaque fois que tu t'en vas
Je prétends que tout va bien


Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time


When I keep wondering who's holding Donna now
And I keep wondering whose heart she's knocking around
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To be in his shoes somehow


My heart is drenched in wine
You'll be on my mind, forever


Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in the lines
And the bright light turns to night
Oh, until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me


Well, it’s just so little,

And I can see through you and know it will end
This distance, this secret is seeping out my skin

I'm listening to: Paolo Nutini - Candy

HELLO, MEET MY NEW CRUSH.

Paolo, welcome to my blog! You are most welcome to stay here forever =)
















OF COURSE I CHOSE THE CUTEST PHOTOS I COULD FIND BUT WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE?! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  HE'S 23, TALENTED, SOULFUL AND CUTE (ITALIAN-SCOT!). I CAN MELT AND EVAPORATE NOW. THANKS FOR THE INTRODUCTION RAND ={D





After all the raving, I have to admit, I think liking his music's an acquired taste. 'Candy' reminds me a little of James Morrison's 'Broken Strings', and in my opinion he's a rawer version of Jason Mraz, Morrison, etc.; that is, sans the mainstream-pop gloss. I didn't like it on the first listen but after a few more, I couldn't stop replaying the video and still after, I was so blown away.

The vibe his sound exudes reminds me of the Raveonettes'. If it had a physical presence it'd be like swirling dust in an old attic transformed by the late afternoon sunlight into what looks like sparkly fairydust. It's both old and new but always nostalgically magical.

And doesn't he look a teeny bit familiar? ;-)

I'm listening to: Foals - Alabaster

She's up in the sky, and the sky is on fire.


I love this song.

It's been a half-week from hell but I'm awfully glad it all worked out. =) I think learning the excruciatingly painful way - that it's too easy to overlook things that really matter and instead get distracted and so caught up in side issues to neglect the former - has been somewhat worthwhile, because I'm hoping the reminder will stick for awhile.

If tomorrow never comes (a friend's Facebook status; and what does it mean, really?), it would necessarily mean an interruption in the 24-hour time cycle, which could be astronomical/physical (the sun doesn't rise, etc. ) or metaphysical (a time-space glitch where time stops or loops). Since either of these possibilities are inconceivable based on the laws of this universe as we know it, our present reality will collapse and our present selves must also cease to exist. So, if tomorrow never comes, We will all perish along with the destruction of the world. On the other hand, if you consider a subjective perception/experience of the universe: if and when we die, tomorrow won't come either. I suppose the apocalyptic interpretation is quite evident to most people, though probably not in the same sense, and I'm not sure it's logically significant in song lyrics and the like.

Sighhhhh, Amanda.



Alabaster lover, you won't get more.
We made each other, you won't get more.

I'm listening to: Sherwood - Middle of the Night

And if I don't make it known that I've loved you all along
Just like sunny days that we ignore because
We're all dumb and jaded
And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong.

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