I Love Ryan Star

06:27 - 2010-Dec-8

Tell Me It's Not Over

I am so hooked to this song lately.

Totally in love with James Walsh's vocals. Gosh, I wished I had caught on to Starsailor earlier!!



Thought I'd lost you once again
All that drinking bought some trouble to our name
Late at night I feel no shame
All my old world stories
Take me back again

Now the lights out
I discover, she is sleeping
With another
Tell me it's not over

What a place to seal your fate
A deserted car park
Not even a date
Please don't tell me it's too late
If you love someone don't throw it all away

Now the lights out
I discover, just a weekend
undercover
Tell me it's not over
Tell me it's not over
Tell me it's not over

05:12 - 2010-Oct-20

The Shape of You (Hole in my Heart)

I first heard Jewel sing this at this year's Primetime Emmy Awards, for the In Memoriam segment.

It's so sad, poignant and heartbreaking. And it relates to EVERYONE.

Personally, after listening to this, I am reminded of my grandparents, who are now in a better place.

Grandpa, Grandma, I miss you both.

08:40 - 2010-Oct-13

The Golden Girls

I rediscovered my love for classic sitcom The Golden Girls while on a long-haul flight back from Paris. Never have I enjoyed my inflight entertainment so much!

R.I.P Bea Arthur, Estelle Getty and Rue McClanahan.
Betty White, you go girl!

04:19 - 2010-Sep-29

Jar of Hearts

"And who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?"

05:54 - 2010-Sep-2

An Atheist's Words of Faith

i know no politically-correct answers
i only know the truth.

and the sad fact of life?
my truth
might not be
your truth.

we filter through words,
selective memory has become commonplace.
we discard phrases we can't stand to hear,
hold tight to those that boost our ego.

aren't we all like that?

i know no politically-correct answers
i only know
what my beating heart tells me.

and the sad fact of life?
melodrama often stems from loneliness
loneliness from insecurity.
insecurity from fear.

what say you?

life is meaningless,
so you inject it with your little pieces of excitement
through self-created fear
through self-fulfilling prophecies
in teardrops
in wreckage.

i know no politically-correct answers
i only know
all of us are capable of being stronger.
indestructible.

and we can do it without religion
without hypocritical empathy
without spiritual assistance
without emblems, crosses, incense sticks.

your choice.

so,
what do you fear?
why do you cling on to tattered rags of emotions?

living.
it's way better than being dead,

isn't that good enough?

04:22 - 2010-Aug-10

Elephant

Listening to Damien Rice at night can leave one a little overwhelmed by emotions.






"Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?"

06:49 - 2010-Jul-27

Clem Snide covers Journey! AWESOME-NESS!

Clem Snide covers Journey

04:54 - 2010-Jul-16

The Real Damage

HOOKED TO THIS SONG!! Frank Turner is an awesome songwriter.




I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house, surrounded by sleeping folks I didn't know.
On failing to find my friends, I decided it was clearly time to go.
So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could - there was no one there I knew to say goodbye,
Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the Sunday morning light.

I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone.
I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down.
It was about then that I realized I was half-way through the best years of my life.

I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where I was, and maybe even find a bus back home,
Longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone.
Suddenly it hit me - I got paid this Friday last, and so I rifled through my pockets for some change.
But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and a sinking sense of shame.

I had to ask myself:
Is is really worth it? Is any of this worth it?
Well the whole thing's far from perfect,
But I've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time.

Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains - the real damage started to sink in.
It'd been quite a heavy weekend and I could just about remember where I'd been.
Well I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone,
I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down.
I stood on a street corner and I felt a little sick.
It was about then that I realized I was halfway through the first day of the week.

04:58 - 2010-Jul-5

Jaassa Varttunut (Grown Up Within Ice)

FINNISH FANTASY METAL!

03:43 - 2010-May-23

Courage, Once More.

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.' - Mary Anne Radmacher

11:06 - 2010-May-17

Feel

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

- Maya Angelou

09:15 - 2010-May-12

Looking Out

I went out looking for the answers and never left my town.

I’m no good at understanding, but I’m good at standing ground.
And when I asked a corner preacher I couldn’t hear him for my
youth. Some people get religion some people get the truth. I
never get the truth, I never get the truth.


I know the darkness falls on you. And it’s just a point of view
When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and when
you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like your
heart can break in two, someone loves you.


I lay this suitcase on my chest so I can feel somebody’s weight.
And I lay you to rest just to feel a give and take?
I got a new interpretation and it’s a better point of view, you
were looking for a landslide I was looking out for you, I was
looking out for you, someone’s looking out for you


I know the darkness falls on you. And it’s just a point of view
When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and when
you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like your
heart can break in two, someone loves you.


I am afraid of crossing lines. I am afraid of flying blind.
afraid of inquiring minds. Afraid of being left behind.

I close my eyes I think of you, I take a step I think of you,
I catch my breath I think of you, I cannot rest I think of you

My one and only wrecking ball, and you’re cutting through my
walls. When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and
when you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like
your heart could break in two, someone loves you.

05:19 - 2010-May-1

Extracts from poems of Naomi Shihab Nye

I love Naomi Shihab Nye's writing. She is without a doubt, my favourite contemporary poet.

Her poetry collection Tender Spot is full of gems. I shall place a few extracts here.

How do you know if you are going to die?
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand. - From Making A Fist


Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow,
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth. - From Kindness


A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell. - From The Rider


On the first day of his life
the baby opens his eyes
and gets tired doing even that...

Later the whole world will touch him
and he won't even flinch - From How Far Is It To The Land We Left?


There's a place in this brain
where hate won't grow.
I touch its riddle: wind, and seeds.
Something pokes us as we sleep.

It's late but everything comes next. - From Jerusalem


We live among stray thoughts,
tasks abandoned midstream,
Our fickle hearts are fat
with stray devotions, we feel at home
among bits and pieces,
all the wandering ways of the words. - From For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15

01:54 - 2010-Apr-18

Need You Now

country music's never my cup of tea, but this song by Lady Antebellum rocks!



Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone cos' I can't fight it anymore.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stopping looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now.

Oh whoa
Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk
and I need you now.
Well I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now
I just need you now.
Oh baby I need you now.

05:36 - 2010-Apr-6