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reality schmeality.
I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.
19 September 2009 @ 10:48 pm
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21 May 2009 @ 10:53 pm
construct ceremonies out of the air,
and breathe upon them.
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and breathe upon them.
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20 January 2009 @ 07:59 pm
You feel and that feeling becomes the reality of your existence for one fleeting moment, and for that one moment of awareness, you could be anything. You could be the most inspiring person on earth, or you could be the anonymous jumper out of a tall building. Its no wonder, countless people have come and gone in the name of capturing these powerful non-entities. Trying to capture it on paper while keeping all its life and its shades of grey . More than likely, all that makes it real will leak away like how the ink escapes the pen.
03 September 2008 @ 12:02 am
There was a bullet in my body.
It stayed there for a long time.
And for awhile this pain tore through me, till i could feel no more the
foreign thing, till i was lesser of what i was meant to be.
Then one day something happened.
The bullet was being removed.
All that pain came back.
So much of it, i thought i could die.
As i dragged myself, dazed from the war,
out of bed and into the shower.
At the train station, it came to me.
Like a new revelation.
Someone died for me.
Then i knew, God was taking that bullet out of me because
he could not bear to leave it there.
If he left it there i would eventually die.
He said,
"i took all the other bullets for you by the way. so don't worry."
-Audrey (Share a story at info@loveexists.org)
Current Music: Noah and the Whale
01 April 2008 @ 01:45 am
Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desolation
But if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We shall be dead long years before the grave
turning around within the homely shell
of worry discontent and narrow joy
we grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark
that would confound our eyes
some break the shell
i think that there are those
that push their fingers
through the brittle walls and make a hole
and through this cruel slit
stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes
they look both out and in,
knowing themselves and too much else besides.
-Molly Drake.
To shut away the outer desolation
But if we clearly mark the furthest deep
We shall be dead long years before the grave
turning around within the homely shell
of worry discontent and narrow joy
we grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark
that would confound our eyes
some break the shell
i think that there are those
that push their fingers
through the brittle walls and make a hole
and through this cruel slit
stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes
they look both out and in,
knowing themselves and too much else besides.
-Molly Drake.
26 March 2008 @ 12:24 am
Discovered some bands worth mentioning.
First off are the.. Dodos!
Excellent indie folk duo.
Their rolling, driving, heavy metal drumming and frantic rhythms in their otherwise sweet rustic pop folk songs set them apart from other indie folksters.
Next off are a British band, and they're called British Sea Power.
Indie pop, Brit rock with cues from post punk bands like Joy Division. They make it all come together in a weirdly fascinating kind of rock anthem and post-punk drone.
Take a listen to them here: www.mediafire.com/?x29wnce9y3n
First off are the.. Dodos!
Excellent indie folk duo.
Their rolling, driving, heavy metal drumming and frantic rhythms in their otherwise sweet rustic pop folk songs set them apart from other indie folksters.
Next off are a British band, and they're called British Sea Power.
Indie pop, Brit rock with cues from post punk bands like Joy Division. They make it all come together in a weirdly fascinating kind of rock anthem and post-punk drone.
Take a listen to them here: www.mediafire.com/?x29wnce9y3n
13 March 2008 @ 10:02 pm
Discovered this looper thing that's all the rage nowadays.
Andrew Bird uses it. I love Andrew Bird.
Its basically something you record a musical phrase with, then it will play it back in a loop for you, while you move on to bigger and better things.
Very good for solo artists I must say.
Used to think Owen Pallet's (The Arcade Fire) solo project, Final Fantasy, was a cheap knockoff of Andrew Bird.
I mean, who can top Andrew Bird in the singer cum violinist stakes?
Plus he was around longer than Final Fantasy.
But I've come to see that Owen Pallet's music is good and has a distinctive style from Bird's.
No point in critiquing, when I can't even match up to this supposed knock off of Bird's.
He Poos Clouds is an awesome song. CHeck it out.
04 March 2008 @ 03:43 am
Read a book by Joseph Conrad, years ago.
It was called Heart of Darkness.
Another one of those books about the oh-so-bad human condition.
It was good though, had a cool anti-hero, a Briton who went native in Congo and ruled the place like a very evil, very macabre Godfather.
Inspired some neat stuff too.
Like Apocalypse Now. It took the book, replaced Congo for Vietnam, stuffy Brits for surf-crazy American soldiers, and the actual Godfather (Marlon Brando) as the anti-hero gone psycho native. Not surprisingly, it became a cult classic.
I liked the book, it was short and didn't take much effort to finish. But at the end of it, it made clear how I had always felt about myself, a bad person. Oh, the little atrocities I had done.
So I was moved to write this little piece, about that cool anti-hero and that losing battle he fought, with himself.
Heart of Darkness
"The horror, the horror."
Said the mind to the soul.
Lying on its deathbed,
Reflecting on its role.
Peering into the depths,
Of a spirit so keen.
Glowering in the gloom,
Of what was and had been.
Misery is dire,
And fiery desire,
An all-consuming life,
That the heart required.
Skewered memories taunt,
The mind finite and weak.
On the edge of a knife,
Its silent pictures weep.
With a soul in remorse,
But for its ego, nigh.
In the deepest dark,
Holding its final sigh.
-fin-
Another cover song should be up soon, friends been busy with work.
It was called Heart of Darkness.
Another one of those books about the oh-so-bad human condition.
It was good though, had a cool anti-hero, a Briton who went native in Congo and ruled the place like a very evil, very macabre Godfather.
Inspired some neat stuff too.
Like Apocalypse Now. It took the book, replaced Congo for Vietnam, stuffy Brits for surf-crazy American soldiers, and the actual Godfather (Marlon Brando) as the anti-hero gone psycho native. Not surprisingly, it became a cult classic.
I liked the book, it was short and didn't take much effort to finish. But at the end of it, it made clear how I had always felt about myself, a bad person. Oh, the little atrocities I had done.
So I was moved to write this little piece, about that cool anti-hero and that losing battle he fought, with himself.
Heart of Darkness
"The horror, the horror."
Said the mind to the soul.
Lying on its deathbed,
Reflecting on its role.
Peering into the depths,
Of a spirit so keen.
Glowering in the gloom,
Of what was and had been.
Misery is dire,
And fiery desire,
An all-consuming life,
That the heart required.
Skewered memories taunt,
The mind finite and weak.
On the edge of a knife,
Its silent pictures weep.
With a soul in remorse,
But for its ego, nigh.
In the deepest dark,
Holding its final sigh.
-fin-
Another cover song should be up soon, friends been busy with work.
Current Music: The National - Slow Show
18 February 2008 @ 08:42 pm
08 February 2008 @ 09:44 pm
A walking petunia(?), going about his business planting roses, gets assaulted by a machinegun wielding dog.
Why?
Well that's up to your interpretation.
Leave an interpretation, show how smart you are.
Why?
Well that's up to your interpretation.
Leave an interpretation, show how smart you are.
Current Mood: 
weird
weirdCurrent Music: dead kennedys
02 February 2008 @ 06:09 pm
Well... We did the song, we gathered after a tiring day of work and play, in a little room in a little apartment in a little estate, to make sweet music.
Huaguang bought tambourines for 70 dollars, he's rich.
Seth brought his new acoustic with pickup.
Bryan brought his voice.
Recorded from 11pm to 4am. Made a few mistakes here and there, but hey its the thought that counts.
The Transfiguration - Sufjan Stevens.
More tambourine goodness coming up.
Huaguang bought tambourines for 70 dollars, he's rich.
Seth brought his new acoustic with pickup.
Bryan brought his voice.
Recorded from 11pm to 4am. Made a few mistakes here and there, but hey its the thought that counts.
The Transfiguration - Sufjan Stevens.
More tambourine goodness coming up.
Current Mood: 
amused
amusedCurrent Music: Rogue Wave
26 January 2008 @ 10:08 pm
As I post these entries, I am reminded how the days inch forward mercilessly towards my finals. I decided to start this journal as a way of coping with a schedule that starts with school then proceeds to cooping up in a forsaken corner to study.
Journal and music are the only things keeping me alive and sane these days.
I don't really like christian music.. at least not the contemporary ones.. they're so blah and commercialized and.. forced. Designed to get the masses up on their feet in easy sing along fashion, evoking emotions that only a herd can produce.
Therefore I was pleasantly surprised when I took a listen to Sufjan Steven's Seven Swans. A heartfelt ode to a saviour, the music both quiet and powerful. Next song we cover will probably be this.. The Transfiguration.
sufjan and beirut have inspired me to get either a banjo or ukulele.. they're beautiful. Also.. tambourines.
Journal and music are the only things keeping me alive and sane these days.
I don't really like christian music.. at least not the contemporary ones.. they're so blah and commercialized and.. forced. Designed to get the masses up on their feet in easy sing along fashion, evoking emotions that only a herd can produce.
Therefore I was pleasantly surprised when I took a listen to Sufjan Steven's Seven Swans. A heartfelt ode to a saviour, the music both quiet and powerful. Next song we cover will probably be this.. The Transfiguration.
sufjan and beirut have inspired me to get either a banjo or ukulele.. they're beautiful. Also.. tambourines.
Current Mood: 
distressed
distressed25 January 2008 @ 06:58 pm
Back from school and bored as hell.
So I typed in my username in the Google searchbox.
I surprise myself.
There are 10 search results all leading to traces of me on the internet.
Most surprising of which was that I did a review of The Cardigan's Long Gone Before Daylight album on Yahoo Shopping 5 years ago. I gave it 5 stars, and said Nina's voice was sensual and mellow.. I creep myself out sometimes.
And I've been re-listening to that album recently, what a coincidence.. I still think its nice.
(that's one nasty sore throat.)
Current Mood: 
curious
curious24 January 2008 @ 01:49 am
This poem was featured some time ago in 2007, in the Straits Times.
I'm fascinated by things with a twang of melancholy (in this case, bucketloads). so I quite enjoyed it.
first the floods, and later the migration -
tasting salt: our sharpened senses
pushing out seasickness as we drift
northwards from our city, now wide
and silent remembering
innocence (the startled deer, the horse
in mid-stride, the ginger cat toasting its back
against a last bit of gravel)
watch as we stretch our bodies
under: these days the tide travels closer
to air, so it will be easier for us to rise again
when we have slipped beneath the chafed
border of this equator
floating between drowned fish, we will reunite
briefly with still-safe land; for a while
your children will run across the fields
of our tangled limbs and clap a shell
to their ear.
- huang qinqin (apologies to her for putting her poem up!)
I'm fascinated by things with a twang of melancholy (in this case, bucketloads). so I quite enjoyed it.
first the floods, and later the migration -
tasting salt: our sharpened senses
pushing out seasickness as we drift
northwards from our city, now wide
and silent remembering
innocence (the startled deer, the horse
in mid-stride, the ginger cat toasting its back
against a last bit of gravel)
watch as we stretch our bodies
under: these days the tide travels closer
to air, so it will be easier for us to rise again
when we have slipped beneath the chafed
border of this equator
floating between drowned fish, we will reunite
briefly with still-safe land; for a while
your children will run across the fields
of our tangled limbs and clap a shell
to their ear.
- huang qinqin (apologies to her for putting her poem up!)
Current Mood: impressed
impressedCurrent Music: Joanna Newsom - Monkey and Bear
23 January 2008 @ 09:48 pm
Beirut's a place in Lebanon, which is at the coast of the Middle East.
Its also a band.
My friend and I did the recording for this one saturday, think it was new year's eve. Followed by a bit of rearranging and post production, we produced this rather dead version of In the Mausoleum by Beirut.
Do Enjoy!
Credits:
Vocals: Huaguang
Drums: Huaguang
Violins: ME
Picture: Heroes of Might and Magic 2
Its also a band.
My friend and I did the recording for this one saturday, think it was new year's eve. Followed by a bit of rearranging and post production, we produced this rather dead version of In the Mausoleum by Beirut.
Do Enjoy!
Credits:
Vocals: Huaguang
Drums: Huaguang
Violins: ME
Picture: Heroes of Might and Magic 2
Current Mood: 
blah
blahCurrent Music: In the Mausoleum - Beirut
22 January 2008 @ 01:21 am
Not so long ago, in Sweden, a musical duo named Peter Bjorn and John entertained the masses with their mind boggingly simple yet addictive bongo laced hit Young Folks.
But now I present to whoever stumbles upon this lonely blog another duo, with promises of more head nodding action with their not-yet-a-hit Again and Again.
oh and they're called the bird and the bee, and yes I'm still procrastinating.
Current Music: Again and Again
22 January 2008 @ 12:26 am
Been a slow week for studying.. just can't muster the will or enthusiasm to study any of my 5 modules.
Like right now, I'm writing this entry as another Thing To Do Before I Start Studying.
Ah.. lovely procrastination, you are but a cruel mistress.
Like right now, I'm writing this entry as another Thing To Do Before I Start Studying.
Ah.. lovely procrastination, you are but a cruel mistress.
Current Mood: anxious
anxiousCurrent Music: The Bird and The Bee - Again and Again