Listening to: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade
Waiting for your call, I'm sick. Call, I'm angry. Call, I'm desperate for your voice.
Today was a pretty average day and then it just segwayed seamlessly downhill for no apparent reason.
(I couldn't help myself. My lecturer used the phrase "segway seamlessly" instead of "moving on,..." when he changed topics in his lecture today and I think I was the only person to find this amusing because, though I don't understand why, I was the only one laughing.)
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Listening to: Hide And Seek by Imogen Heap
For a never-ending sunrise, click. Right now, the sun is rising in Tiruvannamalai, India, 8,408 kilometres away from Cardiff where it is dark and cold and sleepy.
And I shall be travelling back in time within the next fifty five minutes. Should be exciting. (Oh, shit. It went by unnoticed and I completely missed it. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh, time. You sly thing.)
Hold on tight, kids.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
For a never-ending sunrise, click. Right now, the sun is rising in Tiruvannamalai, India, 8,408 kilometres away from Cardiff where it is dark and cold and sleepy.
And I shall be travelling back in time within the next fifty five minutes. Should be exciting. (Oh, shit. It went by unnoticed and I completely missed it. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh, time. You sly thing.)
Hold on tight, kids.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
If there are seedless grapes, how do they grow?
Do not Google. I think I'd like this question to wander around in my brain for a while.
Maybe later you can destroy the magic of life in an instant with your plain and boring and perfectly logical explanations. Maybe later we can laugh and laugh but never feel joy. Maybe later we can run and hide and cry because we're alone (I went a bit overboard with that, hahahahaha).
Remember when I said "After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you"? Let's give it until the end of next week instead.
Do not Google. I think I'd like this question to wander around in my brain for a while.
Maybe later you can destroy the magic of life in an instant with your plain and boring and perfectly logical explanations. Maybe later we can laugh and laugh but never feel joy. Maybe later we can run and hide and cry because we're alone (I went a bit overboard with that, hahahahaha).
Remember when I said "After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you"? Let's give it until the end of next week instead.
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Feeling: Confused
Listening to: The Twist by Chubby Checker
I've been listening to a lot of oldies. It seems to cheer me up. And kind of, in a creepy way, makes me want to dance in a silly fashion. But let's not speak of that. Let's speak of how I've just realised how many pre-90's songs feature men singing abnormally high. But it's cool. It's cool.
After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you.
(I must confess, throughout this whole post, I was saying "SheeeeeeeeeEEEEErrrrryyyyyyyyyy" over and over again in head, and dying to play Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and I just did so now I'm fine.)
Listening to: The Twist by Chubby Checker
I've been listening to a lot of oldies. It seems to cheer me up. And kind of, in a creepy way, makes me want to dance in a silly fashion. But let's not speak of that. Let's speak of how I've just realised how many pre-90's songs feature men singing abnormally high. But it's cool. It's cool.
After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you.
(I must confess, throughout this whole post, I was saying "SheeeeeeeeeEEEEErrrrryyyyyyyyyy" over and over again in head, and dying to play Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and I just did so now I'm fine.)
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Listening to: Kissing You Goodbye by The Used
While searching for remedies before anything serious happened, I found out the proper name for a runny nose is "Rhinorrhea."
That is awesome.
And this is a pretty song.
While searching for remedies before anything serious happened, I found out the proper name for a runny nose is "Rhinorrhea."
That is awesome.
And this is a pretty song.
Feeling: Tired
It is only 12:31 in the afternoon and I am tired. Tired and sore and hungry.
Something must be wrong with me! D:
But let us think of other things now, like how I am a Velociraptor and you are a Brachiosaurus. :] Mmmm. Dinosaurs.
Oh, my God, I just realised why the cover of my book has a T-shaped hole in the middle of it. At first, I just wondered why they would put the hole there. Then, I realised it was where an S had been printed, and I read the title - Manufacturing Content, but then the T was replaced with an S making it Manufacturing Consent, and I let out a long understanding "Oh" and congratulated myself on figuring out the wordplay.
Now, I shall go make myself a celebratory cup of green tea with lemon and garlic bread (But oh, how I wish I was going to eat lau shu fan instead).
It is only 12:31 in the afternoon and I am tired. Tired and sore and hungry.
Something must be wrong with me! D:
But let us think of other things now, like how I am a Velociraptor and you are a Brachiosaurus. :] Mmmm. Dinosaurs.
Oh, my God, I just realised why the cover of my book has a T-shaped hole in the middle of it. At first, I just wondered why they would put the hole there. Then, I realised it was where an S had been printed, and I read the title - Manufacturing Content, but then the T was replaced with an S making it Manufacturing Consent, and I let out a long understanding "Oh" and congratulated myself on figuring out the wordplay.
Now, I shall go make myself a celebratory cup of green tea with lemon and garlic bread (But oh, how I wish I was going to eat lau shu fan instead).
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Feeling: Annoyed
Listening to: Gasoline by Brand New
I am now listening to Brand New's new album, and they do indeed sound different, but you can't really expect people to remain exactly the same forever. I'm sure they went through lots of different experiences and felt different things to finally come to what they have now. And it is beautiful.
I think the only reason I get all the books on my reading list out of the library is so I know I at least put in some kind of effort early on and not at the last minute, because when it actually comes to doing work, it is very difficult to get myself to focus on doing what I'm meant to be doing. And talking to myself only provides me with another method of distraction.
Have you ever wondered why you do the things you do? When did you decide you preferred this over that? How did you come to that conclusion? Why? Where did these ideas come from? What is life? Who am I?
Listening to: Gasoline by Brand New
I am now listening to Brand New's new album, and they do indeed sound different, but you can't really expect people to remain exactly the same forever. I'm sure they went through lots of different experiences and felt different things to finally come to what they have now. And it is beautiful.
I think the only reason I get all the books on my reading list out of the library is so I know I at least put in some kind of effort early on and not at the last minute, because when it actually comes to doing work, it is very difficult to get myself to focus on doing what I'm meant to be doing. And talking to myself only provides me with another method of distraction.
Have you ever wondered why you do the things you do? When did you decide you preferred this over that? How did you come to that conclusion? Why? Where did these ideas come from? What is life? Who am I?
Friday, 2 October 2009
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Feeling: Giggly
You know what's funny? Fun-sized bananas.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
*Gasps. Oh, the connotations.
But you know what is random? Samantha Mumba, Drake Bell and Matt Dallas (I don't know who he is so I Googled) in Brunei. And then being swarmed by people who probably don't care that much about them yet still feel the need to shout "OHMYGODILOVEYOU!" Or maybe they do love them. It's too hard to tell.
:D
Smiley faces for everyone! *Throws smiley faces at everyone.
Yes, I am in the land of the Greenwich.
You know what's funny? Fun-sized bananas.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
*Gasps. Oh, the connotations.
But you know what is random? Samantha Mumba, Drake Bell and Matt Dallas (I don't know who he is so I Googled) in Brunei. And then being swarmed by people who probably don't care that much about them yet still feel the need to shout "OHMYGODILOVEYOU!" Or maybe they do love them. It's too hard to tell.
:D
Smiley faces for everyone! *Throws smiley faces at everyone.
Yes, I am in the land of the Greenwich.
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Feeling: Snoozey
Listening to: A Day Late by Anberlin
Crappers. For a week, I'd been telling myself I have two weeks left in Brunei, but now I've only got about a week and I hate it when time sneaks up on you like that 'cause now I'm panicky and rushy and crazy.
Only time will tell. Time will turn and tell.
I need a countdown!
Days remaining: 8
Listening to: A Day Late by Anberlin
Crappers. For a week, I'd been telling myself I have two weeks left in Brunei, but now I've only got about a week and I hate it when time sneaks up on you like that 'cause now I'm panicky and rushy and crazy.
Only time will tell. Time will turn and tell.
I need a countdown!
Days remaining: 8
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Oh, shit. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand The Used have a new album?!?!
That's cool.
But you know what isn't cool? Living a never-ending tale of darkness that only seems to ever go in circles, and having perhaps the only source of light you'd ever experienced abandon you like everyone else.
That's cool.
But you know what isn't cool? Living a never-ending tale of darkness that only seems to ever go in circles, and having perhaps the only source of light you'd ever experienced abandon you like everyone else.
Feeling: Blue
Listening to: In Shallow Seas We Sail by Emery
In my inactivity, I failed to realise that Emery have a new album out! As soon as I found out, I quickly broke the law and that's why I'm listening to it now. They are fucking amazing. ♥
If that isn't enough of a reason to make your day, Saosin have released a new album as well!
New albums by awesome bands are exciting.
Like newborn babies!
She finally and gracefully exited her mother's womb yesterday afternoon, and a few hours later, she became the newest baby I'd ever held. Babies are just so amazing. With their tissue paper skin and new everythings, it's belittling to think a whole new life that is going to grow and experience and think can be created from two separate and tiny cells.
There is something fascinating about the world, and it wouldn't make sense to say all of this beauty and order is occurring because of mere chance.
And the universe is larger than we can imagine.
And we are tiny.
Listening to: In Shallow Seas We Sail by Emery
In my inactivity, I failed to realise that Emery have a new album out! As soon as I found out, I quickly broke the law and that's why I'm listening to it now. They are fucking amazing. ♥
If that isn't enough of a reason to make your day, Saosin have released a new album as well!
New albums by awesome bands are exciting.
Like newborn babies!
She finally and gracefully exited her mother's womb yesterday afternoon, and a few hours later, she became the newest baby I'd ever held. Babies are just so amazing. With their tissue paper skin and new everythings, it's belittling to think a whole new life that is going to grow and experience and think can be created from two separate and tiny cells.
There is something fascinating about the world, and it wouldn't make sense to say all of this beauty and order is occurring because of mere chance.
And the universe is larger than we can imagine.
And we are tiny.
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Feeling: Snorey
Listening to: The Future Freaks Me Out by Motion City Soundtrack
I have spent a ridiculous amount of hours at RIPAS hospital doing mostly nothing for the last couple of days because of a stubborn and/or shy unborn niece who will not leave my sister's belly! It's about a month early so this is just proof that I am meant to see this child with my own two eyes (before I leave Brunei) instead of using my imagination (because we all know how over-reactive and unrealistic it can get).
But for now, I have got to go to sleep! I forgot to do my editing and I already missed last week's publication because I was busy learning to surf (Yes, I am a surfer now. I have a shark tooth necklace and everything (I am so cool).) and walking along sandy beaches (because beaches are sandy) and hole-infested sidewalks (I'm so American) and nearly touching the sky whilst sitting in a rubber ring (True story), so I'll have to wake up early to do that (Long sentences are awesome). Or I could die (Not really). But I'm having mixed feelings about the latter option, so I may just leave this up to chance.
Sleep well, people who need to (Everybody, get your brackets on!).
I sometimes feel like I'm losing my mind. But I've always wondered, are you still crazy if you know you're crazy?
Listening to: The Future Freaks Me Out by Motion City Soundtrack
I have spent a ridiculous amount of hours at RIPAS hospital doing mostly nothing for the last couple of days because of a stubborn and/or shy unborn niece who will not leave my sister's belly! It's about a month early so this is just proof that I am meant to see this child with my own two eyes (before I leave Brunei) instead of using my imagination (because we all know how over-reactive and unrealistic it can get).
But for now, I have got to go to sleep! I forgot to do my editing and I already missed last week's publication because I was busy learning to surf (Yes, I am a surfer now. I have a shark tooth necklace and everything (I am so cool).) and walking along sandy beaches (because beaches are sandy) and hole-infested sidewalks (I'm so American) and nearly touching the sky whilst sitting in a rubber ring (True story), so I'll have to wake up early to do that (Long sentences are awesome). Or I could die (Not really). But I'm having mixed feelings about the latter option, so I may just leave this up to chance.
Sleep well, people who need to (Everybody, get your brackets on!).
I sometimes feel like I'm losing my mind. But I've always wondered, are you still crazy if you know you're crazy?
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Feeling: Peaceful
Listening to: Shot Down by Nine Black Alps
I believe I owe you an explanation. At least, I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that I do. But it could just be a tummyache, I sometimes get the two confused. :s Either way, you're not getting one (an explanation).
Sooo, what's everyone been up to? I've been flying around and falling out of trees and watching chickens poop. You know, the usual kind of things you do on holiday.
I think the Michael Jackson death pandemonium has resided quite considerably. So, now, it's my turn (Actually, I'm just awesomely good at procrastinating) to say that it is incredibly two-faced but strangely necessary of the media to be so cruel to him when he was alive, and then abruptly highlight what a crazily talented man he was when it's too late. Now, they say people will remember him for his dance and music, after constantly shoving multiple accounts of Whacko Jacko stuff down our throats. *Shakes head. It's rather strange how people are so interested in the lives of people they don't know. But I suppose it fits perfectly in a crazy world like this. As people I've never met say, good golly gosh. Good golly gosh, indeed.
More importantly, they should have a For Dummies book for Life. That would be really helpful, and I think it could quite possibly be one of the best selling books ever. After the Bible.
Despite what Blogger may say, it is actually 12 minutes past 3 in the morning. I shall, thus, be retiring to my quarters in the minutes to follow. I bid you adieu. *Melts into a puddle of goo.
(I was going to say something else but the internet died and I forgot. :[)
Listening to: Shot Down by Nine Black Alps
I believe I owe you an explanation. At least, I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that I do. But it could just be a tummyache, I sometimes get the two confused. :s Either way, you're not getting one (an explanation).
Sooo, what's everyone been up to? I've been flying around and falling out of trees and watching chickens poop. You know, the usual kind of things you do on holiday.
I think the Michael Jackson death pandemonium has resided quite considerably. So, now, it's my turn (Actually, I'm just awesomely good at procrastinating) to say that it is incredibly two-faced but strangely necessary of the media to be so cruel to him when he was alive, and then abruptly highlight what a crazily talented man he was when it's too late. Now, they say people will remember him for his dance and music, after constantly shoving multiple accounts of Whacko Jacko stuff down our throats. *Shakes head. It's rather strange how people are so interested in the lives of people they don't know. But I suppose it fits perfectly in a crazy world like this. As people I've never met say, good golly gosh. Good golly gosh, indeed.
More importantly, they should have a For Dummies book for Life. That would be really helpful, and I think it could quite possibly be one of the best selling books ever. After the Bible.
Despite what Blogger may say, it is actually 12 minutes past 3 in the morning. I shall, thus, be retiring to my quarters in the minutes to follow. I bid you adieu. *Melts into a puddle of goo.
(I was going to say something else but the internet died and I forgot. :[)
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Feeling: Hungry
Listening to: Paper Wings by Rise Against
It's been a while.
I've watched you fly on paper wings half way around the world, until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiralling down, landing somewhere far from here with no one else around to catch you falling down. And I'm looking at you now, and I can't tell if you're laughing; between each smile, there's a tear in your eye.
Listening to: Paper Wings by Rise Against
It's been a while.
I've watched you fly on paper wings half way around the world, until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiralling down, landing somewhere far from here with no one else around to catch you falling down. And I'm looking at you now, and I can't tell if you're laughing; between each smile, there's a tear in your eye.
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