Tuesday, 31 March 2009

In A Little While- U2

In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while... I'll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love
...

Slow down my beating heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of light
Turn it on, turn it on, you turn me on

~

not really suffering from post-production blues. i guess cause it was only a month of production... i do miss hcap though. hmmm. i wish i had more time... and lizzy, im feeling the need for a new blog layout.

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waiting for answers, trying not to fumble in the meantime.

1:52 am

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Wednesday, 25 February 2009

written last december, dont know why its coming out now.

souvenirs of a traveller

You lived your life on the road
A little lost
A little rough
Around the edges from having to
Adjust to the bends and curves
Of an uneven way
And its been awhile
Since the last stop
Since the last cup of coffee with
Someone familiar

You take your meals
In roadside inns
Of comfortandcleanliness
And meet all sorts of people
Showing your charming side
Your backpack of tricks and jokes
Keep them amused
You exchange numbers on small pieces of paper
That are lost among bunches of keys
And the flotsam souvenirs of a traveller

But you’ve been an adventurer
And the city lights welcome you
Like an old friend
The roads are a refuge
For they always carry
The promise of movement

The day is dawning on
Another landscape
And the cold sunlight
Is leaving little room
For mysticism or hope
It shows how far you’ve come
And how much further
Is the drive
Back home.

~

take courage. its not always going to be this uncertain. laugh a little. its life innit?
~

dont wait for the world to change as john mayer said, so beautifully. change it.

3:30 am

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Saturday, 31 January 2009

Watch Slumdog Millionaire- in case i havent already told you- because the oscar hype is not unwarranted. You'll understand it's life. And read "The White Tiger" by Aravind Adiga- you'll know it north to south. And then read God of Small Things- and you'll see its heart. And then read Inheritance of Loss- and you'll fall asleep. hahah. and to wake you up, watch a bollywood song, because contrary to the damnated popular opinion its not all bout dancing round coconut trees. we only have masses of coconut trees near beaches (like every other tropical country). and we're actually 3/4th land-locked, so there. and where is this surge of patriotism coming from you ask? well, a belated desire to learn the language again. and also because i watched the aforementioned movie that is soon coming out!

anyhoo- i've been wondering, what would be one thing you'd take out of your house if it was burning? and though i've always thought of the textbook answer, that i'd take out my bible, well i actually dont know. now that i have a bible on my ipod- i might upgrade the ipod to number one. heheh.

~

Not ahead of time
And dont think you,
Are in control
Because I still
Shuffle about
Looking at my feet
I am not avoiding
The sunlight
I am just careful
Of where I step

~

Haiku- Outside the Beautiful Gate
Starry eyed are they?
Blinded; I say not one will
Look me in the eye

~

To act, to write and to sit at the feet of the King. Thats all I want right now.

4:54 pm

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Monday, 19 January 2009

Sarah McLachlan- "World on Fire"

if only there were more singers like this. or merely more people like this. the gaza conflict has gotten worse. and after watching "The Changeling" i am again reminded of how screwed up our world can be. and how easy it is for minorities to be forgotten, swept under rather large fluffy carpets that sustain our superiority and hide our dirt. hmmm. time to take some action people!


7:49 pm

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Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Consuming Fire (because i got bored. and i never do these things anymore. yay.)

ITUNES HAS THE ANSWER
1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
"Running Away" - Midnight Hour ( ummm. rights.)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"Run to You"- Bryan Adams (hmm. running theme going here.)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"So Real" - Jeff Buckley (sweet)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"No Other Way" -Jack Johnson (sorta apt?!?)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"This is where cliches go to die" - The Bright Light Motion (HAHA)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Kiwi" - Maroon 5 (maybe this means random or weird. umm yeah, i think it just means the fruit)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
"Kite" - U2 (hmmm. but i do love the song)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"The Best Thing" - Reliant K (tis true, i do think about myself very often. *oooh snap* haha)

WHAT IS 2+2?
"Holiday" - Boys Like Girls (yeahh, maths does = holiday)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
"King of Glory" - Third Day (he is a king =) )

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Concrete Girl" - Switchfoot (oh THAT is saddd)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Bright Idea" - Orson (hahaha makes my life seem such an accident innit?)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"Never Take Friendship Personal" - Anberlin (OHkay)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Control Freak" - Copeland (again- LOL)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"Am I ever gonna find out?" - Lifehouse (ahhh. this is unfortunately but probably true)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Dance Hall Drug" - Boys Like Girls (now is when i wish i had more dancey tunes on my ipod.)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Love it Leads Me" - Parachute Band (yeah, i would like that actually)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Morning Glory" - Oasis (no comment)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"Flake" - Jack Johnson (singers and their abstract song names. tsk tsk tsk. hahah)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"Bottle Pop" - PCD (maaaaaaybe. haha)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"In Me" - Casting Crowns (i sure hope i aint in nobody else... like a shark or summat.)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
"The Middle" - Jimmy Eat World (of a sandwhich, of the world, of a sentence... )

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
"Stand Up" - Melee (yeah, everytime. !?!?)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
"The Setting Sun" - Switchfoot (well sunset is a very emo-ing time. not my fault!)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
"Living Next Door to Alice" -Dr. Hook (aaaahhhh!!!!!)

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
"Wonderwall" - Ryan Adams (indeed)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
"Im Trying To Make You Sing" - David Crowder Band (thats a pretty clear one. lol)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
"Clarity" - John Mayer (ooooh. snap. good one. haha)

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
"Delicate" - Damien Rice (infinite possibilities eh.)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
"Consuming Fire" - Third Day (oooh yeah.)

People to do this: Anyone who sees this and would bother? Cheers =)

12:42 am

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Saturday, 20 December 2008

okay, i stand corrected. Jonathan Strange & Mr.Norrell is nothing like a good ol' magicky book. but it is awesome. its one of those books that the first part is a little slow-going but once you get in, your in. and towards the end i didnt want it to end, because the idea of magic being revived in England was just too exciting to turn the last page and leave that world. but i did and it was good while it lasted. hmmm. im so glad im getting to read like i used to. back to familiar ol' wodehouse for awhile now. and he never gets old. (arent italics just delicious!?!)

i wish someone would pay me to read. now that would be a job description i'd like. speaking of job descriptions, i've been thinking how vague they are. like when someone says im a manager or a teacher, its pretty clear what they're doing but what does being a consultant mean? or like being a nautical engineer (okay, i just made that up- but you know what i mean). ah well.

anyway im glad this year is ending... finally. and im excited about next year. i know you have something special for me this year Lord. i hope it starts with a non-screwy sleep pattern. not that i havent been getting masses of sleep these hols as im determined on paying my sleep debt many times over. heheh.

peppermint mocha is love =))

6:32 pm

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Wednesday, 10 December 2008

i am sorry. for the careless words that always seem to slip out and are unfortunately and very often inaccurate. yeah, if i could just learn to shut up sometimes i'd save myself a lot of regret i guess. hmmm.

~

in other news, the usa is beeeeg. the roads, the land, the cars, the food and last but certainly not least, the people. however its refreshing to see hills and trees and a lack of skyscrapers for miles around. cause LA is pretty much rolling, flat city (except for like 10 skyscrapers at the CBD) surrounded by sea and hills. i love the weather- cool and sunny during the day and cold at nights =))

we noticed that the walk sign at the traffic lights here are white men walking, rather than the usual green man. first time my mum sees em, she goes- "dont walk, wait for the white man". haha. which of course led to things like "hey its the white man!" or my dad's "you cant walk here unless the white man says so", etc etc. lol.

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i finished reading "The White Tiger" by Adiga and "The Kite Runner" by Hosseini over the past 3 days. its LOVELY to read like this again. and both books were wonderful. the latter because its so sad and straightforward and sweet. and the former because its such a funny yet tragic satire of india. i love it! am now reading the highly recommended "Jonathan Strange & Mr.Norrell", gosh its good to read a nice ol' magicky book. not that its very old la. haha.

[if music helps me survive school, books take me through the hols]
speaking of the power of words, or rather as i have spoken about; it i've been thinking bout how little power i have over it. shakespeare really understood the wonders of his "art" eh. hmmm.

~

Studying: PM- AM

If the wind at night-time told stories
It would be of journeys
Of where it came from and where it was going
And of journeys left undone, unsung
But tonight it is held hostage, fifteen floors up
Stuck in a groove of longing

I remember its younger playfulness
Turning up skirts,
Undoing coifed, crisp arrangements
Revealing secrets and tensions
That are best left
Untouched
By immature hands

But now it has travelled and gained weight
Soaked up the wisdom of the clouds
And learnt the ways of the sun
(strong and sweet at a
single point in the sky)
It has mastered
movement

It is teaching me that
Moving forward does not
Always mean forgetting what
Let the sails loose
That having a past
Can give substance and strength
To future rains

But midnight past, it is anxious
It knows that I resist
Learning,
late at night
And I can only move
Slowly,
to the next room

Now it is leaving
With stories that must not be silenced
Now it is unwilling to tell all
To a child

But the rain has just let it loose
The tropics are awake
It is morning

And I have closed the window.
~

something towards the end is all wrong. hmmm.

i wandered lonely
as a cloud
lost in summer's drought
~

6:38 am

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