train comes then what?

okay, morbid fashion and vintage tresses seems to be all the rage these days.

with a single line of lyric i start this entry. somehow people are becoming more cynical. it seems that the underlying reasons behind music, booze and dance is just to look good. that means just being in the centre of a jampacked dancefloor (stress on the dance) and look cool and mysterious, without moving a dance muscle. yes, that is the sad case of jampacked dancefloors and people refusing to budge or move away knowing fully well that they are in the way. my night at the danceclub by the river.

“i’ve been trying to travel but my ways are going nowhere, knowing that somewhere’s hard to find”-siobhan donaghy, man without friends.

let us touch on the topic of mod looks. the pioneers of such looks are unprecedented. twiggy and the great country that is london. of course there were more nondescript people such as edie sedgewick. who has unfortunately passed on. may her “mod-soul” rest in peace. okay lets not digress. this look, can be carried out smoothly on a person or passed on as a disaster. it all depends on that person. i do not even know why i am on this topic.

the book closes and the pen stops.

the only one that glances

^^^

look here!

that stare is incomprehensible. that stare is almost piercing. that stare that is ping’s!

the underhand that goes underneath might bite your ass of into a million pieces. plugged into my ears right now is the all so eclectic electronic sibling duo, the fiery furnaces. they have served up a handsome plate of electronic quirk that is quirksome worthy. their latest LP simply called Bitter Tea was chanced upon by me while glancing at the infamously high priced HMV. much to my delight it is whatever i had not come to expect from the fiery furnaces after rehearsing my choir. this record is a pure mess that was intended, staying true to the style of the fiery furnaces. each track is filled with stops and go, slow and fast. story telling has always been their forte and is prevalent in Bitter Tea. so those of you into electicism, go get Bitter Tea by whatever means you see fit.

the writing style is understated and untidy, see, without lines. the plan fell through so i got stuck with just mediocre. but i ain’t complaining. it will do. my handwriting would not put me down. so do not put me down.

might be incommunicado for week. do not prod!

broken flowers was abrupt and in my father’s den was disrupted. elizebethtown was a surprise.

this is not a blog

so let’s pop open a champagne bottle and celebrate life in all its glorified gory. the week has been like a rollercoaster; emotionally that is. sometimes when things do not go your way, you kinda just sit in one corner and sulk like a child that yearns for milk.

tension mounts when racial ties are pulled and dagger stares are employed. politics are mandatory play that injures the soul and adds woes to your back. people just sometimes think that they have the right to control and demand with threats and punishment.

brunch. i shall have brunch. tomorrow that is..

conversations are vital.

faux shopping sprees under the rain

i have started this entry thrice now. something seems not to be right. the cables under this hard exterior seems to be malfunctioning in so many ways unidentified and unsolved. this is indeed a puzzling concoction that sherlock holmes would nod in approval of. of course we are not talking about detective stories here. its just that i can’t get how technology can reward us so much and at the same time strip us and render us helpless most of the time. i shall answer my own question then. its the dependency that we are all so familiar with.

the ritualistic rain that my kind friend jess has mentioned about since last year has fallen this year again. last year i was a non-believer of such babblings. but this year it seems very prevalent. so its hard to ignore the signs when its just staring at you malevolently.

the rain. has arrested me to the comforts of four white-washed walls. the public holiday has created phobic tendencies to just stay away from crowded places. this is no good. i am not making full length use of the extra long days off i am given. church goers stay in church please.

suddenly sunken in but will regret someday, i do not know. this whole not getting what was intended for me is making think twice. but i’ve come realise that it does not matter what i get as long as i get it done and over with.

i shall get up on my feet now and go paint the town black.

the russian dolls

it is a movie. that weaves together the many women a man can fall in love with. it is in french, english and russian. set in france, barcelona, london and russia. countries i would like to visit someday. it stars the beautiful kelly reilly as wendy. enough said.

one of my fav movies watched.

a combo battle has began. its now read-nap-read-eat. trying to follow up with the lack of sleep and the stress that only an exam can cultivate. once that stress dies down the whole truth sets in. freedom is still being put in a glass bottle. so the combo battle does only come to me when i am intermittenly falling in and out of sleep.

neko case sounds like a promising stevie nicks.

so much to purchase so much to digest. all can’t be done in a single day. so much to visit yet we are stuck and set in stone to whatever lives we have established for ourselves.

wretched.

the comeuppance of new music from an artist so dear to my heart serves up a healthy plate of delirium. my week has been made. but still!!

crash sites keeps me up all night

you could probably brand me a late blommer whilst others have flown so high not ever to come down. but the discovery and falling in love with is sweet and carthartic in a very beguiling way. rilo kiley is one of my recent new favourite indie finds. okay not so recent so to speak but i have been listening to them alot.

listening has also led to alot of neglecting. the neglecting of the books that is. is it so sinful not to want to study for something that has no interest to me? what’s more, i have no inclination as to why i failed the first time. appeals shall be flying out the window and onto the principals desk real soon.

i got slap real hard by reality the first time last night. probably the gaping changes were to insistant not to ignore. but for the first time in a long time, i felt presonal change. and that is not good, not good at all. this me speaking at the level of confessor. most probably the harsh conditions led to such an outburst of temper, but my moods were like market shares. and this perhaps led to unreasonable blaming and the labeling of me as the destroyer of my pens. okay shan’t go to details. last night was a night of destroying and temper throwing. period.

beauty queens and lonely dogs

cartwheels for sale on a sunday afternoon. the picture to paint would be of lazy hazy times spent feasting on magazines freshly bought off the stand and having music fed into your ears like quintessential food source. thats my kind of sunday.

instead, i am obsessive compulsive on this sunday evening. somehow estatic happiness do not quite encapsulate this sinking feeling ever growing and gnawing. the weekend seem to have whizzed by so quickly. and it happens all the time and very unexpectedly.

so they harken you and slap you with the punishment of regimentation.

oh wells.

i can only hope this week would be good.

roadkill is evitable

pragmatic sensibility is a god given gift that can be cultivated when you shave off all your hair and do lots of excercise. with that less amount on your head, you seem to able to think more clearly and somehow, exposing your thoughts. okay that was just statements that are inconsequential and insignificant.

with less weight on my head i had embraced the fact that today was going to be a day of estatic fun, filled to brim with purchases. and i must say i am highly; not disappointed. the day’s activities were insync to a perfect melody that was planned throughout the span of the whole week. lunch was entirely dedicated to the french while dinner was all onboard. company could not have been better. the usual was in order. a movie.

the movie in paticular is rent. rich in songs and sporadic dance sequences, rent, i must say, has certainly lived up to its expectations except for a few shortcomings. issues tackled were relevant and prevalent in today’s society though it was set in the late 1980s-1990s. inject some cheesy love scenes and bad singing, you get a movie adaptation of a musical. some stuffs were meant purely for the stage and did not look good on screen. new york life in the slums was projected in a kinda “slum-glam” sorta way which still makes new york living interesting to me. must have been all the singing in dark dingy new york apartments.

my to-read list has officially reached its quota. i have so much to read before my deadline is reached. and its back to regimentation again. you get the picture.

rilo kiley at 20buckeroos is not bad a purchase.

this entry is sloppy. eyes are baggy, but still gonna read.