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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I'm listening to: Metallica - Unnamed Feeling

MOTHER. BLOODY. FUCKER. MOTHER. FUCKER. ASS WHORE. BLOODY. FUCKTARD. MOTHER. BLOODY. FUCKING. GODDAMN. HELL.

I'm listening to: Savage Garden - Santa Monica

The sound is so chill but the lyrics carry such dark meaning. They're juxtaposed just so, and suspended in timelessness for the perfect contrast to send me on the brink of existential satiety, and I think Sartre would be proud. Man, it makes me want to visit the West Coast. There's something about it that just escapes me, that I can't quite put my finger on it. I also want to see Malibu, thanks to Hole's gorgeous song of the same name, as well as the associated thoughts and memories that come along with it, which I never want to lose.

The pertinent question is: what are you leaving behind to go in search for?










Even after all that, I'm not sure we aren't still going in circles.

I'm listening to: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps

My dream last night (the awful couples was just a tiny episode of the entire set!) is probably the most horrible I've had in years. It was so bad I was jolted awake, and after the initial confusion I was so thankful it wasn't real. The monsters in it were those in my head coming out to play. They're not epically repulsive in the fashion of the pop media's grandiose creations, but if they could be physically defined they might look something like the 'hand-man' from Pan's Labyrinth.





This looks like the physical representation of "familiarity breeds contempt" - what was once a human being gone terribly wrong in a revelationary moment of existential angst and indignation following years of blind societal habituation.


Was - Is
I can't say I've never met You. But so fleetingly, I sometimes wonder if it ever really happened; and what did happen, I couldn't say even if I could somehow recreate it in all its originally immaculate clarity and detail lost to time from constant recollection. You-ness migrates, and as an entity that consistently exists, resides in someone else now, I hope. I'm glad to have had my brief encounter with You, though the time-based subject has long expired in terms of embodiment, because I guess it wasn't meant to be, so it doesn't really matter. It's just a pity to come to this knowledge only in retrospect, since things might've turned out differently. But I know I will never forget.

Is - Will Be
You teach me to be patient, and so I am in no hurry. The past has taught me to believe in You, and that's sufficient. I have no idea what to expect, but I will definitely know it when we meet again, like the previous time when we were both so lucidly aware. I only hope that this time round, if ever, it won't be too late and that we're playing for keeps, though I'm so afraid of the form and times You may take on and, by extension, any accompanying complications. I think it may be easier to feign ignorance and regret the non-past afterwards, but is the former even a viable logical possibility?