Monday, 20 October 2008
because timing is everything i'll be... random
~
-"X is bullshit. Utter crap. The real deal is Y, Im telling you"
-"so why do you still do X ?"
-" Because I can. HURHUR."
What a rubbish reason for doing anything. Or at least it is rubbish as the sole reason for doing anything worthwhile. Such as X. Nevermind I didnt meant to talk about X and Y. That was just a random conversation that came to mind. (And i put it up because i can. yeah, whatever.)
-"so why do you still do X ?"
-" Because I can. HURHUR."
What a rubbish reason for doing anything. Or at least it is rubbish as the sole reason for doing anything worthwhile. Such as X. Nevermind I didnt meant to talk about X and Y. That was just a random conversation that came to mind. (And i put it up because i can. yeah, whatever.)
~
because Christian Louboutin is genius. and i realise, im really late in realising this.
~
Half-moon, half-hearted
You are only half a moon,
playing hide and seek between the clouds
no longer flirtatious,
you are an enigma
that has receded into the depths from which
i found you.
You are a friend, taken out of context
seeking dreams away from me
spiralling the story out of control
until the cloud gets its away
and you ride the sun into a place
that I am lost to.
You are a family,
singing songs and telling stories
meant for my bedtime,
but I had already
fallen asleep, dreaming.
You are gone
taking the sequel
too far away
taking it
to the next morning
~
You are only half a moon,
playing hide and seek between the clouds
no longer flirtatious,
you are an enigma
that has receded into the depths from which
i found you.
You are a friend, taken out of context
seeking dreams away from me
spiralling the story out of control
until the cloud gets its away
and you ride the sun into a place
that I am lost to.
You are a family,
singing songs and telling stories
meant for my bedtime,
but I had already
fallen asleep, dreaming.
You are gone
taking the sequel
too far away
taking it
to the next morning
~
-"songs keep me sane"
- "yeah. too true." *in my mind- i guess you havent listened to any songs recently eh? snap!
... and then, damn- thats not funny* lol.
Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls
Blonde on Blonde by Nada Surf
Five Minutes to Midnight by Boys Like Girls
Blonde on Blonde by Nada Surf
~
12:47 am
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Saturday, 18 October 2008
songs of the moment. not defined by anything other than a sudden, pleasant surplus in my music collection.
Coffee- Copeland
A Day Late- Anberlin
Lucky- Jason Mraz ft Colbie Caillat
and one last one- Jack Johnson's Constellations
---
If it's not too late for coffee
I'll be at your place in ten
We'll hit that all night diner
And then we'll see
---
sometimes, its best to go back to where we started. never forget where you came from and all that. and other times- its best to just fly away.
but at all times- never forget.
"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."
- Psalms 143:8.
2:12 am
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Tuesday, 14 October 2008
if obama doesnt win, i wonder what it'll be like. strange? hopeless? how will the world take it? move on after the storm that the media has kicked up recedes? that'll be interesting to watch. or even more scary, what if mccain wins and something happens so he's out of office during term and then palin takes over? WHOA.
if there was no such thing as poverty, what would have had to change?
...the economy- so that everyone had enough/more? the political system- so there was no such definition of poverty? society- so that everyone would care enough to provide enough?
or something more?
if humans could fly- would we really lose sight of the ground? would the sky lose its notion of freedom because we would take our burdens there (as a poet once said)? would we really want to fly as much?
if no one had any ideals- would anything change about the world? cause no one would have any ideal to work towards? or would it mean that there would be no concpet of change or rather progress because nothing can be better than another- because there isnt a notion of range of "better" and "best"? or is that flawed logic? because people can still judge the difference between something good and bad without needing to know what the best is? yes, perhaps thats how things work. (but then is that not an incomplete range of judgments?)
if we didnt have postcolonialism and postmodernism- which writers would be winning the booker and pullitzer prizes?
if man WAS an island, could we be happy islands? =)
someday we'll have to stop speculating. then we'll have to deal with the answers.
if there was no such thing as poverty, what would have had to change?
...the economy- so that everyone had enough/more? the political system- so there was no such definition of poverty? society- so that everyone would care enough to provide enough?
or something more?
if humans could fly- would we really lose sight of the ground? would the sky lose its notion of freedom because we would take our burdens there (as a poet once said)? would we really want to fly as much?
if no one had any ideals- would anything change about the world? cause no one would have any ideal to work towards? or would it mean that there would be no concpet of change or rather progress because nothing can be better than another- because there isnt a notion of range of "better" and "best"? or is that flawed logic? because people can still judge the difference between something good and bad without needing to know what the best is? yes, perhaps thats how things work. (but then is that not an incomplete range of judgments?)
if we didnt have postcolonialism and postmodernism- which writers would be winning the booker and pullitzer prizes?
if man WAS an island, could we be happy islands? =)
someday we'll have to stop speculating. then we'll have to deal with the answers.
~
Running
I am letting my legs do the talking,
conferring long-distance with the earth,
supplicating again for stillness. The iambic
crunch of my shoes on gravel chews up one mile, two,
slowly reaching the state of milelessness, breath
threading a mantra of wordless pants, spirit
easing into gear, carrying body into darkness
into light, the chant of feet renewing faith
in the earth, in the invisible end which recedes,
the pacer pushing us into infinity
still the red light begins to flash
and reminds of mortal limits. You stop,
emptied, the spirit ahead somewhere,
still running.
- Boey Kim Cheng (from "After the Fire" 2006)
Running
I am letting my legs do the talking,
conferring long-distance with the earth,
supplicating again for stillness. The iambic
crunch of my shoes on gravel chews up one mile, two,
slowly reaching the state of milelessness, breath
threading a mantra of wordless pants, spirit
easing into gear, carrying body into darkness
into light, the chant of feet renewing faith
in the earth, in the invisible end which recedes,
the pacer pushing us into infinity
still the red light begins to flash
and reminds of mortal limits. You stop,
emptied, the spirit ahead somewhere,
still running.
- Boey Kim Cheng (from "After the Fire" 2006)
12:33 am
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