Me.

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Possibly intelligent.

Hati.
Friday, December 10, 2010

Sesungguhnya masih ada yang lebih penting dari sekedar kata cinta
Really?

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Crash Into Me.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010

"Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock and sweet you roll"

Crash Into Me was the song that originally hooked me onto The Dave Matthews Band. The first time I listened to it, I knew I was listening to lyrical genius.

Dave Matthews manages to express lyrically what most of us (if not all) have gone through in our lives: the very feeling of being in love, and the sensuality of it all. While there are many songs out there in the world today that follow the same theme, I have yet to listen to one that captures the idea, the thought, the feeling, anywhere near as well as Dave Matthews has done.

If you're interested, click here and you'll find yourself listening to the song on Youtube. Trust me, you will not be disappointed.

I should be asleep, but I suppose a couple more hours of DMB for company would do me more good than harm.

Till next time.

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Black Ice.
Thursday, October 14, 2010

Who's house are you haunting tonight?


It's one of those nights - you look out the window and there's not a star in the sky. Outside, everything is still. Everyone - everything - is asleep. You're here, under the cold white lights of an empty room and you've absolutely no one to talk to.

What's ironic is that while you have a million thoughts swirling in your head, you have absolutely no idea how to put them into words, how to tell anyone anything you're feeling - and so while this silence can be comforting, it is at the very same time incredibly frustrating.

You turn to books, to hot drinks under a slow moving fan - and none of it helps. You try to fall asleep, but sleep just won't come to you. No, not tonight at least.

So what do you do?

I have no clue.

No clue at all.

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Kamu.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Hey. It's not much, I just wanted you to know - I'm officially missing you.

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There In Your Hands.
Saturday, September 25, 2010

"You have known for a long time what you must do. You have sense enough: don't give way to drunkenness and incontinence of speech; don't give way to sensual lust; and, above all, to the love of money. And close your taverns. If you can't close all, at least two or three. And, above all- don't lie."

"You mean about Diderot?"

"No, not about Diderot. Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself. The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than anyone. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offence, isn't it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill- he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offence, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it, and so pass to genuine vindictiveness. But get up, sit down, I beg you. All this, too, is deceitful posturing...."

- The Brothers Karamazov, Book 2 (Chapter 2 - The Old Buffoon)

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Big Eyed Fish.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Look at this big eyed fish, swimming in the sea
How it dreams to be a bird, swooping diving through the breeze
So one day, it caught a big old wave up onto the beach
Now it's dead, you see
Beneath the sea is where a fish should be.

You make me sad.

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Hand Me Down.
Thursday, September 2, 2010

Lay all your troubles down.

I've had the entire album on my laptop for a couple of years now. I never did take the time to listen to this song, so it came as a pleasant surprise when it played last week (thanks to iTunes' shuffle mode). Now I have it playing almost every night, and almost every time I drive out.

Someday they'll find your small town world
On a big town avenue
Gonna make you like the way they talk
When they're talking to you
Gonna make you break out of your shell
Cuz they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie
Better than the truth

They'll tell you everthing
You wanted someone else to say
They're gonna break your heart, yeah

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now

Somebody oughta take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they're under your skin
Never once do you think that they would lie
When they're holding you
Then you wonder why they haven't called
When they said they'd call you
You'll start to wonder
If you're ever gonna make it by
You'll start to think
You were born blind

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now

I'm here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
When living ain't easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no

Someday they'll open up your world
Shake you down to the drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can't erase you

From what I've seen
You're just one more hand me down
Cuz no one's tried to give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
You're just one more hand me down
And all those nights don't give you
What you need
So lay all your troubles down on me

- Matchbox Twenty

Here's a link to the band singing the song live. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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Strike Three.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010

They told me there was no turning back. I knew well enough.

I won't lie and say I haven't given it any thought. I've been mulling it over for a while now, but I'm still undecided. I'm so very tempted to go there, and never come back.

But at the same time I'm terribly afraid.

Of what?

Simply put - of everything after.

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Terdiam.
Sunday, August 22, 2010

Apakah kau rasakan getaranku pada dirimu?


This song sparked my love for Maliq & D'Essentials' music. I heard it for the very first time on MTV years ago - I caught the song at its final minute as I was flipping through channels. At the end of the song, I told myself that I would look it up on the Internet a few hours later. When it came time to search for the song, I had forgotten the name of the band! All I had was the line "Ku hanya duduk terdiam" to go on.

So I searched, and searched. It took me a while, but after filtering through all the junk and useless links, I finally found the song. It wasn't long after that I started searching for the rest of their album, and needless to say - the rest is history. Now I listen to them almost every bloody time I'm in the car (it's as if I don't have any other CD in there). One has to wonder how I'm not sick of them yet.

God I love this band.

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By the Docks.
Thursday, August 5, 2010

"Don't you just love it here?"

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It's just that times are lean

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

- Colin Hay, "Waiting for my real life to begin"

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Anger Management.
Sunday, August 1, 2010

The way people say some things, sometimes...
- R. Aliff

Where has my patience gone?

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The World, Aflame.
Thursday, July 29, 2010

Your heart knows.
Fate is not quite as strange as it appears. What a man thinks of himself, is what determines his life.
Your heart has brought you hear, now, to the crossroads.
Character is fate.
And you have chosen your fate...
Desire is fate.
... Allowing all other options to fade.
And we are each our own architects.

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She.
Monday, July 26, 2010

The most beautiful person in the room is often the one you didn't notice the first time.

One-thousand-one-hundred-and-ninety. It took Shakespeare that many lines to write a poetic masterpiece on the beauty of two individuals, tied to each other by their hopes and dreams, their love. I sometimes wish I had a mind capable of writing but a fraction of that amount, just to show the world the beauty of one significant individual in my life. It's unfortunate that I've never been very good with words.

I remember...

It was raining, and we were seated in my car, just the two of us, driving around aimlessly, wasting time in each other's company. I thought the night was beautiful, but I suppose your mere presence made it seem so. The nights were always beautiful with you around, and it wasn't till that night that I understood why.

I can't remember what we talked about - probably about the stupid things we'd gone through during the day, or maybe we were being full of ourselves, as we always are. Whatever it is, I remember looking forward, waiting for the lights to turn green - you leaned over, and so very gently placed a kiss on my cheek. You said I was a sweet guy. I know for a fact that my face turned red that night - it being dark, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't notice. My brain froze there and then - and something clicked.

Do you know exactly what you did to me that night? You made a boy out of me. You made me feel special. Where I had lived my life feeling like I was nothing more than a speck of dust, you made me feel like I was worth something, that I wasn't so bad after all. That I had something to offer. And most importantly, you showed me that I was worthy of someone's love.

That was years ago. I don't even know if you remember that night. I may not see you very often these days, but when I do it feels exactly the same - the nights are beautiful, and I could care less about my troubles with the world.

I don't say it often, but when I do say these simple words, I say them with all my heart: I love you. And right here, right now, I thank God that I've got you in my life. For what it's worth, you're the best thing to have ever come into my life. The best thing.

And we both know - I wouldn't trade you for the world.

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Rhyme and Reason.
Friday, July 16, 2010

Betapa mudahnya.


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Love Foolosophy.
Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tragically compelling.

Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times.

Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.

Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.

And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.

And when you're through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones you needed the most.

But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined - it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.

That much is true.

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Remember When.
Monday, July 12, 2010

"... I do."

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension.

Soda becomes vodka. Bikes becomes cars. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from girls were cooties?

Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth, and mum was your hero. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game.

And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.

When wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.

And we couldn't wait to grow up.

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The Frozen Man.
Monday, July 5, 2010

Last thing I remember is the freezing cold
Water reaching up just to swallow me whole
Ice in the rigging and howling wind
Shock to my body as we tumbled in
Then my brothers and the others are lost at sea
I alone am returned to tell thee
Hidden in ice for a century
To walk the world again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

Next words that were spoken to me:
Nurse asked me what my name might be.
She was all in white at the foot of my bed
I said "Angel of mercy, I'm alive! -- or am I dead..."
My name is William James McPhee
I was born in 1823
Raised in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

It took a lot of money to start my heart
To peg my leg and to buy my eye
The newspapers call me the state of the art
And the children, when they see me, cry
I thought it would be nice just to visit my grave
See what kind of tombstone I might have
I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange
Both of them dead and gone from extreme old age
See here, when I die make sure I'm gone
Don't leave 'em nothing to work on
You can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand (not unlike myself)
And you can wave goodbye to the frozen man

I know what it means to freeze to death
To lose a little life with every breath
To say goodbye to life on earth
And come around again
Lord have mercy on the frozen man
Lord have mercy on the frozen man

- James Taylor

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Running On Empty.
Friday, June 25, 2010

Sunshine.

There are nights when I just stare blankly into the screen before me, and I know I'm at a loss for something. I know that I'm not happy, that I'm missing something important in my life.

Then I look over to the corner - I find those two empty photo frames, staring back at me, almost taunting me. And there I know exactly what's missing.

I don't have anything to be proud of - I have nothing with me now that can prove to anyone that I'm worth anything, and at times that depresses me so much that I find myself laughing as tears roll down my face. Then I beat myself up, because grown men don't cry. I play the fool and laugh more - it's my way of pushing my feelings aside, my way of convincing myself that I'm perfectly fine. My way of lying. Both to myself and to everyone around me.

I suppose I haven't grown at all. I suppose I still am just that little boy who doesn't know where he's going - the one who's still looking for someone's hand to hold onto before crossing the road.

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Flying Machines.
Friday, June 11, 2010

Okay, this has been long overdue. My home-boy, Collin Michael Nunis (affectionately called Chocolate Bear), is in a music video!


Check out the video here. Not my kind of music, to be honest, but his guitar-work is still as solid as ever. I highly recommend watching it, if only to see his stupid face halfway through the song for a guitar solo.

Much love for my man, C. M. Nunis.

Can I get a "woot woot"?

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Gamble.
Saturday, June 5, 2010

Roll the dice.

Better now than never. Take chances. I damn well will, thank you very much.

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Seven Suns and a Rain Cloud.
Saturday, May 29, 2010

Watch my face, as I pretend to feel no pain

Mother nature seems to have spent the day channeling my emotions through the weather. The sky's been a grey since I woke up this morning, and it was even raining for a long while earlier. The rain was perfect - not so heavy that it's almost depressing, not so light that it's barely noticeable.

I'm not feeling well, unfortunately - I'm forced to skip this year's Relay for Life. Next year then, maybe?

Today seems to have come and gone like any other day. It's usually just a little different. Not that I'm complaining - I had a good time last night surrounded by some of my closest friends, and right now I'm about to end the night with a good book and some hot Milo.

Oh, and that little quote up there? A line from John Mayer's last album, "Battle Studies". It's been playing the whole day, and it's kept me singing through a fever and a severe cold.

Also, thanks for keeping me company today. You know who you are.

Till next time, goodnight twenty three - hello twenty four.

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Pursuit.
Thursday, May 27, 2010

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.

- John Keating, The Dead Poets Society

Well said.

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Integrity.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Ah, she looked into your eyes
And saw what lay beneath.
Don't try to save yourself - the circle is complete.

Fading gently, soaking through.
Starting not to show at all.

When they take everything away, hold your colours against the wall.

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Stage One.
Friday, May 21, 2010

Bip bip bedip bip!

Absolutely love this. Reminds me so much of the games I used to play with my brothers, when we were oh-so-very young. Awesome stuff.

Edit: Decided to remove the embedded video, and put it down as a link instead. Makes this post look a little more pleasant to my eyes.

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Admiral Annoyance.



This strip is pure awesome. Used to annoy people the very same way.

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Before The Day Breaks.
Thursday, May 20, 2010

Goodnight, Mr Moon.

What are the mornings, if not just a break between the nights? The afternoons, and the evenings too.

The nights are almost always the quietest, almost always the loneliest - the nights are almost always the worst.

But sometimes, when the right pieces fall into place - the nights will almost always be the best, and it is then that the nights never quite seem long enough.

I'm just waiting for that last piece to fall into place tonight. How are you tonight?

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An Early Dismissal.
Saturday, May 15, 2010

... Many live because they are afraid to die, as many die because they are afraid to live.

Maybe it's time you acknowledged the possibility that he doesn't want to be here anymore. That he's fed up with what he's become, and for his pride, he's willing to leave her, to leave you, to leave me, to leave us - so that he need not go through another day as he is.

He knows what he's doing. You can argue about how he's not himself, that he's completely unaware of his own actions, but I don't believe it. Not one bit. I know, deep down - he knows exactly what he's doing. And when you patronise him - the way you've done over the past few months - you belittle his mind, his soul, and his pride. And when you get mad, you make him feel worse for being a burden on you.

He knows.

Maybe you have acknowledged this possibility. Maybe you just couldn't bring yourself to say it, because you're afraid of being right. I saw in your eyes the look of disbelief when I mentioned it, and you wonder how I could bring myself to say it. I say it because from here on out, if the right steps are taken - it might just make things easier on all of us in the long run.

It wasn't an easy thing for me to put out in the open. He's family too, and I love him. Please, trust me when I say: it hurt me as much as it did you to say what I said.

Maybe more.

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Coasters For Two.
Saturday, May 8, 2010

Habis sudah rangkai kata, telah terungkap semua yang ku rasa.

Warm lights, a cool breeze. A little music, friendly faces. One table, two seats - a cup of coffee, or tea, and you for company. I'm up for it. Are you?

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Soulvibe.
Thursday, May 6, 2010

Biarlah diriku memendam rasa ini, jauh di lubuk hatiku.

I recently started listening to another Indonesian jazz/pop band. With Maliq & D'Essentials promoting the band - Soulvibe - I thought to myself, "What have I to lose by listening to them?". Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised. Their first single, "Arti Hadirmu", took me in instantly, and it wasn't till I listened to the song "Cinta Masih" that I decided I needed more of their music.

I have to say, so far so good. They have a number of really good songs, and anyone who enjoys listening to Maliq & D'Essentials will easily fall for Soulvibe. Highly recommended, for all the fans of Indonesia's brand of jazz/pop music.

For those of you who like "Untitled" by Maliq & D'Essentials, here's a song by Soulvibe that shares a somewhat similar feel:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThljvHh7wMU

My attempts at embedding the video failed, as the parameters can't be changed to fit the layout of my blog (unfortunately), so you'll have to make do with a link.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Like Any Other.
Monday, May 3, 2010

Take another shot of courage; Wonder why the right words never come.

The blood is no longer at a boil, and these fists have ceased their trembling ways. I can almost feel the cool air against my face, above my shoulders - almost.

I'm caught listening to music from another generation - a different time, yet it remains relevant to me, today.

"Someone should send you a rose, with love from a friend - nice to hear from you again" - I'd love this. It'd make my night, my week maybe. I can't help but be drawn into the song - I'm lonely, and for tonight it's my only company. She's right there, but I can't quite muster the strength to tell her simply, "Hi". Times like these, I'm usually the one to make the approach, and I'm also usually the one turned down. I'm afraid, too afraid. I don't want to be disappointed, as has been the case so many times before, and which has been the case these past two or three weeks. Every little thing gets turned around, and there's no longer any warmth between us. We can't relate to one another, and I suppose that's the saddest thing.

So I keep to myself, not fighting the silence. It's better to stay quiet, than to speak a word or two and turn myself to ruin.

I can't bear her words, her actions anymore. To assure myself, I could easily say "I won't", but there's little truth in that - ultimately, I just can't.

Some nights, I wish I never grew to be so attached to you. This is just one of those nights.

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Atlas Sleeps.
Saturday, May 1, 2010

Aku tak ingin terus terdiam memandangi harapan; terlena akan manis cinta dan berujung kecewa.
Aku tak ingin terus menunggu sesuatu yang tak pasti; lebih baik kita menangis dan terluka hari ini.

Some nights just aren't worth the time, or the effort. Some nights, it's better to be dead to the world, chained to a dream or two - it's just too much to take in, too much to think through.

I hope sleep finds me soon enough - I haven't the energy to play the Seeker much longer.

Aku mencari impian, bukan alasan.

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Ideals.
Monday, April 19, 2010


The winner of the 1998 Academy Award for Best Documentary, this powerful film traces the compelling experiences of five Hungarian Holocaust survivors who fell victim to Hitler's brutal war against the Jews during the final days of World War II.

Including newly-discovered historical footage and a rare interview with a former Nazi doctor at Auschwitz, the film tells the remarkable story of five people - a grandmother, a teacher, a businessman, an artist and a U.S. Congressman - as they return from the United States to their hometowns and to the ghettos and concentration camps in which they were imprisoned.

Through the eyes of the survivors and other witnesses, The Last Days recounts one of the most brutal chapters of this dark period in human history, when families were taken from their homes, stripped of their dignity, deported to concentration camps and ultimately murdered. Above all, The Last Days is a potent depiction of personal strength and courage, and a testament to the power of the human spirit.

As stated above, this is a documentary. Produced in the year 1998, it was - and still is, to me - an incredibly moving and educational documentary on the lives of the Jews during the second World War. I watched this when it was first released - as a boy of twelve years, it was fairly difficult to watch the horrors that people were subjected to under Hitler's rule. This came during a time where I was fixated on the history and ideals of pre-World War Germany, spurred on by film and written work such as Schindler's List, Night and Marxism.

If you should ever come across this documentary, I urge you to take the time to watch it. I trust that you will not feel disappointed once the credits start rolling.

***

I only mention this now because I was reminded of the documentary after looking for my old copies of Das Kapital and The German Ideology - my memory ties socialism and capitalism to Hitler and the birth of the new world (as I see it).

Looking back, I cannot say for sure what went through the minds of my parents when I - no more than twelve years of age - began talking to them about Marxism. I know that at the very least they were alarmed at their son's sudden interest in capitalism. Even so, my father allowed me my interests, and even went so far as to buy Karl Marx's written works (both Das Kapital and The German Ideology, as mentioned above) for me.

As I preferred to have time to myself, rather than busy myself with school and hang out (of which I thought was a complete waste of time - this certainly helped cement the fact that I was very much an outcast at school, as I never bothered trying to fit in), I spent many days/nights reading, re-reading, and discussing with myself (unfortunately) about the theories surrounding socialism and capitalism (contrary to what my parents believed, I wasn't interested in capitalism, rather I was fixated on socialism, and I understood that to fully comprehend the basics of socialism, I had to understand capitalism).

At this point in time, I cannot help but be thankful for the confidence my parents had in me - certainly the works of Karl Marx weren't easy to understand, and I'm sure they thought so too. I believe the only reason I understood his works is the fact that I didn't stop reading (and asking questions) till I understood it all. However, it must be said that one can only understand so much if one has no one to truly discuss these theories with, and that was the issue with me. My interest in it went down the drain over the years, as the people around me never related to my discussions about capitalism and socialism. Now with the ease in getting connected to the Internet, as well as having a bigger head on my shoulders (heh), I see no reason not to go back to reading his works again - maybe I'll find something new in it all. It might even provide me with a special view on certain things.

A visit to the bookstore has been long overdue.

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Imaginary.
Friday, April 16, 2010

Thus he kept watch over her, and liked to feel that she was there. The consciousness of her living presence stimulated him. But she remained more or less an ideal character, about whose form he began to weave curious and fantastic day-dreams.


This sounds all to familiar.

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Music Is Universal.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Ah, do that again!

Jabba the Hut

There are days when I walk around almost aimlessly, and often, ever so softly, I sing to myself - "Cha tang ima ti tu rang tap meee tuuu". Granted, I may not be singing it correctly - it is an alien language, after all.

You're confused, and you think I'm a little off my rocker - don't you? For you Star Wars fans, I'm sure you remember this very, very well.


The bass is mean in this song, and who can argue with the coolness of the drummer at 0:19? I know I can't. In fact, even if anyone could - I don't think they should. Must've taken him a lot of work to get into Jabba's live band.

Or a lot of bad luck.

I've had the song on repeat for about fifteen minutes now. There's no saving me, and I damn sure hope I'm not alone in this one.

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Indifference.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Elie Wiesel

And so we are indifferent, always - but not for much longer. This I say not as a promise to you, but as a promise to myself. And who would tell the difference, when it doesn't really matter?

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Thought For The Night.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010



It's a slow night.

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A Leap of Faith.

I wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.

Billy Joel

It is done - all for the better. Now I've a weight off my chest, and everything is fine. And now, as it was done before, I will keep my eyes open for new opportunities to pursue - when they come, and I'm sure they will - I will do as I should, as is needed of me, as is needed for me - and there I will find myself a better man.

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All In A Row.
Monday, April 5, 2010

Hi there, how are 'ya?
Been a long time.
Seems like we've come a long way.
My, but we learn so slow;
And heroes they come and they go,
And leave us behind, as if we're supposed to know why.

Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
And why must we grow up so fast?

And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes,
Someone should send you a rose; With love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again.

And the storybook comes to a close.
Gone are the ribbons and bows.
Things to remember, places to go.
Pretty maids all in a row.

The Eagles

One of my all time favourites - I sing this song to myself fairly often. Though it isn't nearly as popular as the rest of their songs, I daresay this is the most honest track they've ever released.

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Ring, Ring, Ring.
Sunday, April 4, 2010

The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality.

Mark Twain


My mind is playing tricks on me - I keep hearing my phone ring, only to turn to it and find that I've no calls or messages. I know then that I am expecting something, someone - but what, who? And the bigger question is: why?

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The Jewel of Israel.
Monday, March 29, 2010

O maid, unrelenting and cold as thou art,
My bosom is proud as thine own.

Seward


Like de Bois-Guilbert, I am tamed by the brown eyes of Rebecca. In her presence my tongue is dulled, and my sword heavy. And I will choose to fight no longer, save for her, and her alone - for this day I tell all: the Jewess holds my heart, and what sweeter place is there for me?

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A Fistful of Colours.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"Fools", said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows."
"Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

Sounds of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel


We spend our days talking, yet we say little to nothing. Like balloons in the sky these words float on by, a fistful of colours to please the wandering eye.

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The Spider's Reach.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Say not my art is fraud: all live by seeming.
The beggar begs with it, and the gay courtier
Gains land and title, rank and rule, by seeming;
The clergy scorn it not; and the bold soldier
Will eke with it his service. All admit it,
All practise it; and he who is content
With showing what he is shall have small credit
In church, or camp, or state. So wags the world.

Old Play


Wise words. If you understand it, would you admit the truth of these few lines, of yourself? Or are you one of many who choose to ignore the truth when it stares you in the face?

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When We Were Kings.
Monday, March 15, 2010

Muhammad Ali, he was like a sleeping elephant. You can do whatever you want around a sleeping elephant; whatever you want. But when he wakes up, he tramples everything.
- Malik Bowens


When I was a lot younger, I was a big fan of boxing. The ring, the lights, the audience, the champions themselves - it was all so fascinating. Having lived with my grandparents for a few years when I was young, it became normal for me to sit beside my grandfather as the latest boxing match played on the telly. Once the fight was over, my grandfather, my father, and my uncles, would tell me stories about how George Foreman punched a charging bull, cracking its skull; how Sugar Ray Robinson danced with crocodiles; and how Rocky Marciano fought off a dozen giants. They were stories meant to fuel a young boy's imagination, and for that alone I used to walk around thinking that these men were - above all - Gods on Earth.

I don't know why I stopped watching boxing, to be honest. It was a good sport, an entertaining sport.

Last week I sat down to watch a boxing movie/documentary, titled "When We Were Kings". It documented the fight between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, in Zaire, Africa. I loved it - not because of the boxing match itself (of which footage was minimal), but because of every moment documented before it. Muhammad Ali was amazing to watch - his confidence, his strength, his resolve and determination. Simply amazing. I sat in awe, wondering how anyone could be so exciting, so sure of themselves. So sure of what they wanted out of every living moment - or at the very least, portray themselves as such.

The documentary is full of Ali's own commentary - really entertaining stuff. Here's my favourite:-

It is befitting that I leave the game just like I came in, beating a big bad monster who knocks out everybody and no one can whup him. So when little Cassius Clay from Louisville, Kentucky, came up to stop Sonny Liston. The man who annihilated Floyd Patterson twice. HE WAS GONNA KILL ME! But he hit harder than George. His reach is longer than George's. He's a better boxer than George. And I'm better now than I was when you saw that 22-years old undeveloped kid running from Sonny Liston. I'm experienced now, professional. Jaws been broke, been knocked down a couple of times, I'm bad! Been chopping trees. I done something new for this fight. I done wrestled with an alligator. That's right. I have wrestled with an alligator. I done tussled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail. That's bad! Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalised a brick! I'm so mean I make medicine sick! Bad, fast! Fast! Fast! Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom, hit the switch and was in the bed before the room was dark.


Amazing stuff. Hahaha. I strongly recommend watching this documentary if you have some interest in boxing, or if you simply think Muhammad Ali is awesome.

Oh, FYI - the soundtrack gets two thumbs up from me. James Brown, B.B. King, and loads more - if you're a fan of the blues, of funk, it's safe to say you're gonna have difficulty keeping your feet from tapping.

Ding ding ding!

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Among Strangers.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate,
But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin?
Thy deeds are proved - thou know'st thy fate;
But come, thy tale! begin - begin.

But I have griefs of other kind,
Troubles and sorrows more severe;
Give me to ease my tortured mind,
Lend to my woes a patient ear;
And let me, if I may not find
A friend to help, find one to hear.

Crabbe's Hall of Justice


I am afraid. I never would have dreamt that fate would deal such a horrible hand to anyone I so love. And will he recover? Is this just temporary? I am afraid, God above me, I am afraid. I have been told, "prepare yourself" - but that I cannot do, not now, not yet.

I pray, I pray - for my love for him, for his love for me - I pray it goes, like a breeze. Heaven hear my prayer: let him remember! For it is too cruel to leave him to forget.

Heaven hear my prayer.

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Bird of Paradise.
Friday, March 5, 2010


Oh when the Sunshine beckons to ya,
and your wings begin to unfold;
The thoughts you bring and the songs you sing,
are gonna keep me from the cold.

Hello everyone. It's certainly been a while.

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