Mornings Eleven.

Because Cheese asked me what the heck happened after Hurry Hurry, thinly veiling her threat to me if I don’t post anything soon, I decided that it would be better to comply.

(Wood panel marvel by Audrey Kawasaki. She’s so damn good.)

You see, she’ll come after me with her 5 inch heels, Dior lipstick, gorgeously highlighted hair and throw her guitar at me. Heh.

(Just kidding. You won’t do it… right, Cheese?)

I found these in some dusty folder on my desktop today.

These people made my internship period a most memorable one. I’d like to think I brought alot of laughter into their lives during that period too. Ha ha ha.

Excuse the fugly puffy eyes, won’t you. It was an eventful day.

And then I realised I accidentally deleted a separately-titled folder of pictures we took during site visits. Wasted, I tell you. Wasted. So the rest of the photos I have are that of me in the most unglam poses ever. Therefore there is nothing else to post.

Something bittersweet that I found on me desktop -

You’ve got to agree with me that for once in a picture, my face appears the largest and fattest and fugly-est. Nevertheless, can you just SEE the happiness and excitement?

Can you?

Thanks.

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I’ve been listening to quite a bit of The Magic Numbers, and I like it.

I’m just going to dump a whole stanza of lyrics so it my post seems really long and cool, if you know what I mean.

I never wanted to love you, but that’s ok,
I always knew that you’d leave me anyway,
But darling when I see you, I see me.

I asked the boys if they’d let me go out and play,
They always said that you’d hurt me anyway,
But darling when I see you, I see me.

And it’s alright,
I never thought I’d fall in love again,
It’s alright ,
I looked to you as my only friend,
It’s alright,
I never thought that I could feel this something,
Rising, rising in my veins,
Looks like its happened again.

I never thought that you wanted for me to stay,
So I left you with girls that came your way,
But darling when I see you, I see me.

I often thought that you’d be better off left alone,
Well throw a circle round a man with broken bones,
But darling when I see you, I see me.

And it’s alright,
I never thought I’d fall in love again,
It’s alright ,
I looked to you as my only friend,
It’s alright,
I never thought that I could feel this something,
Rising, rising in my veins,
Looks like its happened again.

You always looked like you had something else on your mind,
But when I tried to tell you, you tell me “never mind”,
But darling when I see you, you see me.

- I see you, you see me – The Magic Numbers

Beautiful, I tell you. Magical, in fact. Interpret it however you like, of course.

K th’anks bye.

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P.S. Happy birthday Angie hon! :)

♥

Hurry Hurry.

The Golden Compass Trailer.

Can’t wait. ;)

Throw Away, Yesterday.

 

This silent and mysterious picture reminds me of Midlake for some reason.

Hmm. Anyways.

You want interpretative sociology, is it?

I give you this, you interpret.

The Shins  – Pink Bullets.

I think I’ve put this up before. But it’s such a beautifully crafted piece, innit. Watch it for its beauty.

So interpret that, s’il vous plait.

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There is it again, this creepy and frightful feeling that’s sneakily slithering towards me.

It must be the erget of regrets calling out to me.

Super-Hungry Radical.

I’m not exactly looking forward to starting school because: I have a blasted five day week and I have five exams to take and I have a double-exam day, too.

Oh just let me sulk around for awhile.

Radical Face helps gives meaning to everything, really. After a day of meaningless meandering around mostly mundane matters, you’ll feel better just listening to them. It makes you feel human.

Cool, huh.

Radicals In Our Bedroom After The War.

I haven’t found this cd floating around yet, even though its been released since March this year. Why do I have a sinking feeling that this hallowed entity and its future brothers and sisters will never be available in Singapore?

Ben Cooper is a flippin’ genius, really.

His music, woe to me that I should deign to even begin to label it in a clumsy effort to describe it, is just beautiful. It’s humble, and sincere, and honest, and collective, and also stunningly imaginative. It just stirs something so secretively dormant in you that you wouldn’t have known its there. It leaves you wanting for more.

Dear Ben Cooper, please come to Singapore with your collaborators. I don’t care what moniker you are coming under - Electric President / Radical Face / Mother’s Basement / Iron Orchestra / Patients. And what have you.

I’ll be waiting.

Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun.
And the days blur into one.
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done.

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline,
like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass.
Was never much, but we made the most.
Welcome Home.

Ships are launching from my chest.
Some have names, but most do not.
If you find one, please, let me know what piece I’ve lost.
Peel the scars from off my back.
I don’t need them anymore.
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
I’ve come home.

All my nightmares escaped my head.
Bar the door, please don’t let them in.
You were never supposed to leave.
Now my head’s splitting at the seams.
And I don’t know if I can…

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs, press into my skin again.

Radical Face - Welcome Home

Meanwhile, its time for some BAYBEATS action! :)

/Post-Baybeats-edit: WOW. Okay, so we really got alot of ah, action. Ha ha ha.

Dill Chips.

Because I have an intermittent, but regular headache for two days already and a possibly conjunctivities-embracing right eye.

Would a large bag of Dill Chips and the pilot episode of House, help me through this most trying stage?