Choke

I caught Choke a few weeks ago. The film version of Chuck Palahniuk's novel.

Great quotes in there --

"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."

"It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed."

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die."

08:20 - 2008-Nov-28 - comments {1} - post comment

Little Baby Nothing

So happy that James Dean Bradfield sang this last night LIVE!!

Of course, if Traci Lords was there to do her portion of the vocals, that would have been even better...hehe...

but an amazing show by the Manics nonetheless! :)

More solid rock concerts in Singapore like theirs please...

04:50 - 2008-Nov-25 - comments {1} - post comment

If You Want My Love...

...You Got It.

02:19 - 2008-Nov-18 - comments {0} - post comment

Courage...Redux

Courage is the art of being the only one to know you're scared to death. - Earl Wilson

04:02 - 2008-Nov-12 - comments {2} - post comment

Loser

Yes, shit happens.

The past few days were
nightmarish,
traumatic...
in their own unique ways.

And when I thought this new-found trauma will overwhelm my world,
I suddenly find myself back to the daily grind
and all the usual crappiness comes crashing down
like it has always been...
making all the misery over the last few days
dissipate -- subconsiously melting into nothingness.

Good or bad thing?
I really don't know but I'm guessing
it means shit
has happened.

And like what the past tense stands for...
life goes on.
It will go on.


I wrote a couple of blog entries sometime ago, somewhere else when efx2 was down; am going to past them here. The words I wrote then...they still resonate with me today.

One day, when I finally get out of corporate hell, I will shove this into the mouths of all the idiots who have terrorized my cubicles.

They can forget about getting my respect, EVER.

NEVER EVER.

"Don't compromise yourself.
You are all you've got." - Janis Joplin


LOSER

Loser.
I cannot stand losers.
Wannabes.
You think you know,
You behave like you know,
But seriously,
you know nothing.
You try to mask your insecurities,

you try to jump out of the skin you were born in,
But you are still a sad, sad
Loser.

You talk like a loser.
The words that sprout out from your mouth -
not of true talent
nor ability,
nor capability.
You merely cling onto the rules and conventions
which you adhere to like a sad, obedient dog
so you think you know best
but you will always be a slave,
a freaking wannabe.
Loser.

I've seen them everywhere.
Losers like you.
You hate people like us
with good grades all the way,
who seem to have no problem scoring As
You hate us
cos we have our certs when you have none.
Don't be a loser
and continue doing your loser thang,
go get that college degree if you think we are a sore-eye,
don't gripe and complain
and be that sad loser that tries to be a freaking wannabe
all the time.

Match up to us if you dare.
we are not elitists,
but seriously, true ability will shine
and if you continue to be
who you are now,
you will forever just be
a loser.
Loser.

- strangecloud

08:04 - 2008-Nov-10 - comments {3} - post comment

Stolen

You have stolen my heart.




"We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart"

- Dashboard Confessional, Stolen

05:27 - 2008-Nov-8 - comments {1} - post comment

Michael Crichton (1942 - 2008)

Quite saddened by the news. Sigh.

'Jurassic Park' author Michael Crichton dies at 66

01:42 - 2008-Nov-6 - comments {5} - post comment

Forever

Metal outfit In This Moment is back with their new album!

Maria's not screaming anymore...but this song still rocks!

05:10 - 2008-Nov-4 - comments {1} - post comment

Motorcycle Emptiness

They are coming...first time LIVE here!...I am going....

...and primarily for this genius of a song!



"Culture sucks down words
Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles
Organise your safe tribal war
Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto

Each day living out a lie
Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Life lies a slow suicide
Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths
From feudal serf to spender
This wonderful world of purchase power

Just like lungs sucking on air
Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness..."

08:24 - 2008-Oct-29 - comments {3} - post comment

You give yourself away to the wind

I wanted to write something for you.
About you, about my thoughts of you.
But the words I try to craft feel silly and juvenile,
after a mere two lines.

And then, I found this beautiful poem by Adrienne Rich.
She is amazing.

This is for you,
my dear.

Stripped
you're beginning to float free
up through the smoke of bushfires
and incinerators
the unleafed branches won't hold you
nor the radar aerials

You're what the autumn knew would happen
after the last collapse
of primary colour
once the last absolutes were torn to pieces
you could begin

How you broke open, what sheathed you
until this moment
I know nothing about it
my ignorance of you amazes me
now that I watch you
starting to give yourself
away to the wind

- Adrienne Rich
(From the collection The Will to Change - poems 1968-1970)

03:52 - 2008-Oct-24 - comments {1} - post comment

I Swear

Love Sandy. :)

09:59 - 2008-Oct-19 - comments {1} - post comment

Stop, I Don't Love You Anymore

Just discovered this song by Texas' Sharleen Spiteri...and the first thing that hit me was...wow wow...she looks so ladylike now!

Not that she wasn't before...but she used to be much more androgynous and attractive in that cute boy-ish way. She even played Elvis in one of her music videos.

But...this song's great! I love Texas and though her solo stuff has a kind of different sound, it's still good, catchy music.

Stop, I Don't Love You Anymore...Yeah!

05:10 - 2008-Oct-13 - comments {1} - post comment

Hiroshima, My Love

Love this narration from Alain Resnais' Hiroshima mon amour (1959) --

"I meet you.
I remember you.

Who are you?

You're destroying me.
You're good for me.

How could I know this city was tailor-made for love?
How could I know you fit my body like a glove?

I like you.
How unlikely.

I like you.
How slow all of a sudden.
How sweet.

You cannot know.

You're destroying me.
You're good for me.

I have time.
Please, devour me.
Please, deform me
to the point of ugliness.

Why not you?
Why not you
in this city and this night,
so like other cities and other nights
you can hardly tell the difference?"

04:34 - 2008-Oct-6 - comments {0} - post comment

The Lonely Genius

"Fiction-writing's lonely in a way most people misunderstand. It's yourself you have to be estranged from, really, to work."

"We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible."

- David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

He battled clinical depression for more than twenty years.

Perhaps, now, finally, he is free.

RIP.

05:18 - 2008-Oct-2 - comments {4} - post comment

Jungle

I've come to realize that silence is golden.

I listen, I observe.

They think I know nothing, but truth is, I know everything.

I know their fears, their insecurities, their pettiness...

I know their desperation to get into their bosses' good books, their jealousy when their fellow colleagues are pushed into the limelight, their sniggers and their sacarsm...

And I know I never, never want to be like any of them -- all these silly animals in the corporate jungle.

- strangecloud

07:24 - 2008-Sep-24 - comments {4} - post comment

Peace

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." - Mother Theresa


"Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew." - John Greenleaf Whittier

09:15 - 2008-Sep-23 - comments {3} - post comment

America

Best socio-commentary of a song I've heard in a long time!

I thought Pink's 'Dear Mr President' (her open letter to Bush) was really good, but Dave Smallen knocked my socks off with this one -- just he and his guitar, raw powerful energy at its best.



"Well I've seen this whole country
All the lonely spots, the highway stops.
And nothing really changes
But the weather and the way people talk.
Yeah, I've seen America.

And from the ghettos to the hills
And to the suburbs the same sorrows fall
It's all stomachaches and coughing
Cigarettes and death and telephone calls
You forgot to lock the door, America.
Yeah I've seen you undressed.
Is it true what they told me, America?
'Cause you were stunning in the flesh.

Well I was walking through a casino in Las Vegas
I saw a plastic Statue of Liberty
Posed like Marilyn Monroe
Completely absent of that silent iron dignity
Oh, goddamn it, America.
I couldn't have said it better myself.

Is it true what they taught me, America?
Oh did your guns once make us proud?
Oh please don't f**k this up, America.
Oh you're not thinking of your health.
You're gettin greedy now, America.
Are you being true to yourself,
Or to anybody else?

Oooh, oooh, oooooh, oh
Oooh, oooh, ooooooooh

Well I woke up in Manhattan
I guess I got so drunk I slept in my car
And in those deep and desperate moments they say
Get the most clarity, I was a prophet
I saw from so far
Oh we're hungover, America.
We need a shave, I need coffee.

But I should thank you, America.
'Cause I did not build this city.
C'mon, give me something to die for, America!
Until then, don't bother me.
I wanna believe in you, America.
I don't give a f**k if you believe in me.
I wanna say "I love you, America!"
For all the things you've granted me.
But I'm ashamed of you, America.
How you convinced me we were free.
And I, well I take that personally.

Oooh, oooh, oooooh, oh
Oooh, oooh, oooooooooooh."

- Dave Smallen, America

05:59 - 2008-Sep-17 - comments {3} - post comment

BACK

Efx2!
Come on...
Be good and stay stable now :)

I don't wanna do all that shifting again.

06:26 - 2008-Sep-16 - comments {1} - post comment

Parachutes

"Minds are like parachutes -- they only function when open."

- Thomas Dewar

01:38 - 2008-Aug-30 - comments {5} - post comment

High Enough

Good old Damn Yankees!



"Can you take me high enough
To fly me over yesterday
Can you take me high enough
It's never over
Yesterday's just a memory..."
- Damn Yankees, High Enough

04:13 - 2008-Aug-22 - comments {3} - post comment