hello my lovely fuckers.

=)

i'm ready to show you my new blog.

p.s. i got abit overexcited and just started posting and reblogging and experimenting. feel free to drop me questions on tumblr. =)

he will ease, he will ease, he will ease, he will ease
he will ease my mind.
fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart
fill my heart with blood.
he will carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me.
he was a fortune teller, he was a fortune teller.

"Chico" - The Concretes

fucking fucking fucking fucking history.

it makes me sick and mad to think that the things that i studied so hard for didn't appear in the exam. makes me sick to my stomach.

oh god, please let the exams be over soon, i wasn't made for this.

"children suffering in hunger, poverty-stricken entire villages and peoples, desert land struggling to survive, the fishermen netting less and less catch, people dying in the street and freezing every night in the cold with long grey lines stretching as far as the eye can see and the soul can take."

"broken families with children, weatherworn working class drudgery."

the 1990s?

the moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

- Alanis Morissette, "Thank U"

or life?

once you stay at home for too long, you tend to notice how often you drink water. like seriously, i get so conscious of it, don't know about you.

it's been too long since i've heard such Arcade Fire lyrics that touch my heart and soul in that same powerful hopeful-hopeless way, their grandiose style reflected in their lyrics that speak to everyone and no one at the same time. dancing in some old-fashioned ballroom where time stood still but dust still settles, in their old-fashioned clothing using faded instruments.

anyway the reason for poetic structures is because the poets get so tired of free verse that they need a challenge. less so because of the meaning that the structure conveys, i think. more of the challenge.

coming back,

don't you think of this?

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

youtube is the best thing ever invented. hyperbolic, of course.

prepare for sublime guitar-jangling and a different kind of trip.


The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends


The Drums - Down By The Water


Bat For Lashes - Prescilla
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it's a friday night.

the night has this friday vibe, i feel it in my soul, my mind's not even thinking of studying. perhaps a slight nagging feeling, but very little nevertheless. =)

well. i just wish it were over, so we can get on with our lives. my current craze.

i've got no motivation to study.

oh gosh. even ice cream doesn't taste good anymore.

i don't care if you agree or disagree with me.

i just want to find a way for myself to get off my lazy ass once again and start studying.

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just had to post this picture, it's too good.

gosh i cried so hard.

okay, i just had to, okay??

THIS IS YOUR BAPTISM!!!!

Crystal Castles - Baptism

i don't want to grow up and live the most part of my life alienated and lonely and feeling soulless and confused.

i want something firm in my life that i can hold on to in spite of everything.

and above all, i want meaning and purpose and love.

Ragtime

Nathaniel Sr.: You aren't even grateful, are you?

David: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life?

Nathaniel Sr.: You hang onto your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell 'ya, it's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possibilities, and all he can do is whine.

David: Well, what am I supposed to do?

Nathaniel Sr.: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that?

David: It can't be that simple.

Nathaniel Sr.: [putting his arm around David and pulling him closer] What if it is?

as you might have noticed, i've changed my blog title. =D

i thought i just needed something positive to get me higher.

anyway, i'm posting something i never thought i'd post before - fashion!

and i'm listening to ABBA.

enjoy the spring collections, they're really awesome and like i never thought clothes could be so artistic.

copyright of The Sartorialist.

happy days. ugh headache.

=)

It makes me so tired
I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart

what the fuck.

yes.

no.

in memory of gregory lemarchal.

nous avons tout ce que vous manquez, repose en paix. Je vous remercie pour votre cadeau de la chanson.

i imagine this is what i would create if i were high on acid.



maybe i'm stoned, but i was enthralled.

this is romantic.



this is wonderful.



i love how she says "yes, yes" instead of "yeah". it just makes it so much more meaningful.

oh man oh man oh man oh man.




okay, will need to post something intelligible to others.

Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came
His fire he airs all through their beating vein.
And when the hardest part is over we'll be here
And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
Boundaries of our fears

Lay your body down

for you to protect something at all costs from the "evil of the world".

Corinne Bailey Rae - Venus As A Boy



cover of Bjork's original.

why let anything define you and the way you live your life?

what drives you is the beating heart in your chest and not your head on top of it all.

i finally have enough songs for a playlist entry.

i'm in a confined daze until the end of the A levels.

meanwhile, struggling to find good songs that reach through the apathy.

Jason "why is his voice so nasal, and god why did he have to ruin a perfectly fine song before, ah but this is a nice track anyway" Derulo - Ridin' Solo



Sky "wait, isn't this Owl City? No, it's Adam Young's new project which sounds exactly like it with acoustics instead of electronics" Sailing - Brielle



Robyn "What's a KE$HA?" - Hang With Me



Sean "OMG i can't stand this song it's in my head okay i need to ear-exorcise it" Kingston - Replay



Washed "Master of Chill" Out - Holdout



there's this song that i listened to last last night or last night, that vividly reminded me of this unspoken memory of being in an European train station at dusk with everyone going home from the trains wrapped up and there were students and snow was outside and the cold weather drifted in, and there was a small roadside shop that was warmly lit selling warm things. i need to find that song again.

i say Justin Bieber, you say

The Script's "Talk You Down". reminds me of Paris. perhaps the memory was connected. "Breakeven" reminds me of the snowy surroundings of the mountains of Switzerland, and the cold. i love music which brings you to new places.

we're getting too cocky.

here's something to bring us back down to earth.

Justin Bieber - Never Let You Go

N.E.R.D - Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom)



this is terrifying but i love it at the same time.

what makes you a brave soul is how you're not involved in it directly.

what makes you a good friend is how you take the plunge and how long you hold your breath for.

if only saying things could make them happen.

or not, it's such a dangerous thing. then again, sometimes it does happen.

this is me, bored and tired of life for the moment.




on a side note, at least Butter Factory's more exciting, at least to us.

how are you feeling?

Happiness

hit her

like a

bullet in the head

today i checked online about the symptoms of bipolar disorder, commonly known as manic depressiveness. i was relieved to find out that i wasn't THAT bad.

okay. my stress relief.








p.s. i was going to only but 3 pictures but since i'm here, why not more?

off to remove my contacts. i really need glasses to survive now.

cheese fest time!

"Everything that breathes has a rhythm, it's what defines us and inspires us to make a difference on this planet."

=)

In a city sky rise all the time
You pushed me to the top floor so we could see the sights

You and me in the photobooth
giving it the notch, posing like we're this year's models.

You wanna shake it right down.
You wanna leave me somehow,
a black-and-white negative.
You wanna shake it right.

I push out
I breathe in
And still us turning away
Don't look back
Don't pretend
We'll ever take control again

One day we're gonna live in Paris

I promise
I'm on it
I'll find you that French boy,
You'll find me that French girl
I promise
I'm on it

And every night we'll watch the stars
They'll be out for us
They'll be out for us

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

haha. okay i'm not just into contemporary music.

enjoy.

Tom Jobim and Elis Regina - Aguas de Marco

p.s. if you haven't heard "Cold War" by Janelle Monae in my previous post, go listen! =D

hello world.

i have a gem, unadorned and untarnished.

Afrofuture pop, combining textures like you've never heard before. closest thing that comes to mind for me is Gnarls Barkley, but then with Robyn and Rihanna and Beyonce smoothed into it! and Christina Aguilera, if you look at the album concept. oh my gossshhhhhh.

Janelle Monae - Cold War



i listened to a couple of songs from her...this is by far the best one.

i want to run away, away from all of this environment.

sometimes i just feel like saying, "okay, just give me something i enjoy doing and that pays well, and let me live it for awhile until i get tired of it and stop and go back to being a student and continuing on this horrible uncertain journey."

omfg.

11 August - Delphic at Zouk!

26 October - Vampire Weekend at Esplanade Concert Hall!

WTF!!!!

Brenda:

"Future is just a fucking concept that we use to avoid being alive today."

i just feel like typing. so i'll do it.

i'll tell you more about myself.

i've been heavily involved with comfort music these couple of weeks. namely Camera Obscura. and i admit that the Bjork CD i've opened is fucking fantastic, but i just can't bring myself to listen to the entire album at one go, maybe because it's just so cold. just like Stina Nordenstam.

i've also been wondering what music will bring into my life. i need something tangible to come out of it, hopefully soon. i don't want to be wasting my time.

well the Sartorialist is amazing, it's brought vision and style into my life like never before. something personal yet professional, it's incredible what blogs can do if you take them apart and do things with them.

i think the reason why...ah nevermind. i think about things that people don't usually think about. that's why maybe i don't connect with them? i don't know whether i condescend to them or not though.

well. i love the blue quote. Brenda's fantastic, but she scares me sometimes. i most probably wouldn't be caught hanging around a person like her.

i'm listening to Gregory Lemarchal now. see what i've been talking about, there's something comforting too about listening to a pure clear voice, even if the inability to understand the lyrics irks you sometimes.

i am withholding myself to touch or look at my h3 essay. perhaps this (excuse?) is the break that's required before i really start editing it.

start and end. the process in the middle is daunting. endings are sad anyway.

i am strong.

i have a way to go before i'm impeccably dressed.

and what the fuck, right? i mean, can't i blog about my daily life like normal people, instead of going on about weird shit that doesn't really have much to do with my life directly? why can't i?

oh, and i just had to, okay? no judging.

Con te partiro...

Brenda:

"That's the thing about depression: if you really allow yourself to feel it, it gets very boring very fast."

psychobabble - do we know what we're talking about or are we just filling up the space?

i'm giving things up. i can't have everything. life involves sacrifice.

i don't want sacrifice. i want to give it up.

there was a baby on the table in Six Feet Under. it really made me think.

yeah, but i don't want to think! i want to have a reason to think, and the reason being love!

oh man seriously, i sound so pretentious just putting exclamation marks everywhere and not even telling you what i'm reacting against.

well, fuck you. i care about you, but not too much now, i need to take care of myself now. and you'll be happy for me, because you're my friend, right?

Brandon Flowers - Crossfire



such flourish!

hey, woman!

fuck you!

unless you do something about that nasty period of yours.

it's making my ears and soul bleed.

this song has a direct relationship to the post.

i swear! i'll do work after this/ tonight!

From Six Feet Under (which i've recently started watching)

Brenda:
"Well, we're all wounded. We carry our wounds around with us through life, and eventually they kill us. Things happen that leave a mark in space, in time. In us."

well. i've been deciding over the past couple of days whether to switch to tumblr.

any suggestions?

one thing i read though, is that blogger's controls are more intuitive.

and tumblr is mainly for people who want to redistribute content, not create some.
blogger writes more.
so i guess i should write more, right?

as consolation i've updated my links. i'm supposed to sleep early tonight. i'm going to choose a blogskin that's less hassle to navigate around (NO MORE ITSY BITSY CLICKING.) okay changed it.

i'm just so sick of the html-looking, amateur templates of blogskins.

i've updated my links.

gahhhh here's a picture.



courtesy of KakaLove.

oh, can someone explain to me how the la liga works? there's series A and everything...and i always thought juventus was an english club but what are they doing in series A???

that's how you choose music.

the silver and gold thread of each artist dances over every album that he, she or they make. it twists. you cannot think to compare, only to move. you cannot hold on to old thinking that the artist will recreate what was created before. it is the time of the new.

i know i'm supposed to stay away from kaka, but

Real Madrid Prepared To Sweeten Ashley Cole Deal By Offering Kaka To Chelsea - Report

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Davi: Hi, Kaka. I’m Davi and I like peanuts. My question is: How much do you want to hit Dunga in the face with a shovel right now?
Kaka: Oh, no — I would never do that, Davi! Why, uh, why would I want to hit him with a shovel? It’s unfortunate things didn’t work out better with Dunga, but he was a great manager and I’m sure he will have a lot of success in whatever he does next.

Leonardo: Hi, Kaka. My name is Leonardo and I’m 10. If you could push Dunga or Felipe Melo down the stairs and then set the building on fire and then laugh at their skeletons, which would you choose?
Kaka: Oh my. I — I wouldn’t do that to either of them. Laugh at their skeletons? That’s terrible. How, uh, how did you even think of that, Leonardo?

i'm off now to watch

when i hear this i feel so sad now. NO ONE MORE MONTH PLEASE. LA LIGA LA LIGA LA LIGA.




oh god it's all kaka.

fucking world cup withdrawal syndrome. i'm feeling it, definitely.

random stuff.

grr angry.

what am i going to do with my music?

Best of luck Deebie for the A level run! Keep your head clear, and passionate!

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hollow ground

for Edwin! your palette is diverse, and i thought i'd share this amazing piece of music with you. she's an English-born Pakistani, who can create incredible sounds and atmosphere. This track is a classic and i fell in love with it the first time i listened to it. critics have also hailed it as one of the greatest tracks of her career. haunting yet kinetic, i hope you'll like it! enjoy! =) Bat For Lashes - Daniel

Bat For Lashes - Daniel (HD) from Peter Pan on Vimeo.

EXAMS ARE OVERRR!!!

GO BRAZIL!!!!!!

(okay, and maybe portugal, but they better not win brazil at any time in this world cup. =))

i'm so happy, it's time for video dedications!

This is for Adeeb! trust you like the vibe of the music! fucking fantastic song that reminds me of Amy Winehouse, but a less frantic, more chillaxed one, with freaking good lyrics. Santigold - I'm A Lady

This is for Gabriel! more pretty girls with good music for you to stare at! Rai Knight - New New

This is for Kiron! atas title, still great music nonetheless by one of the nominees for Best Artist for the Mercury Prize last year! feels groovy and pulsating. I LOVE HIS MOVES, SEXY HIP SHAKING! Friendly Fires - Paris

if anyone feels bored and just wants something to their taste (that i think they'll be happy with, or just feeling adventurous), just tag and i'll have a song video recommendation up for you! =))))

there is no music.

when you truly love humankind, you accept everyone.

who are you accepting?

holy shit.

later with Jools Holland has some really really good shit.

i just rediscovered my love with Arcade Fire. argh.

any of you who are performers or want to perform, this is your inspiration. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING RAD I WANT TO EXPLODE AND TELL THE WORLD EVERY TIME I WATCH THEM LIVE ON YOUTUBE.


Arcade Fire - Neighbourhood #3 (Power Out) + Rebellion (Lies)



imagine being there. their live performances just have this different texture and sound to them every performance, as compared to the equivalent songs on the studio albums. incredible. this is the meaning of live performance.

what sets bjork completely apart from other performances is her ideas and the ideas you can sense are just barely held back onto the stage. she interacts with the other performers, makes them feel necessary, and gives them space to show that they are part of the song and the music. she explained volta to me, it's the fusion of earthly and industrial sounds. what we humans are. it explains everything on the album. especially the brass.

for you adventurous enough, here is

Bjork - Earth Intruders

This is my face
I've got a thousand opinions
And not the time to explain

And this is my body
And no matter how you try and disable it
Yes I'll still be here

And, this, is my mind
And although you try to infringe
You cannot confine

And, this, is my brain
And even if you try and hold me back
There's nothing that you can gain

'Cause I use mouthwash
Sometimes I floss
I've got a family
And I drink cups of tea

I've got nostalgic pavements
I've got familiar faces
I've got a mixed-up memory
And I've got favourite places

- Kate Nash, "Mouthwash"

no matter what, you can't change me. accept me, or be done with it.

i'm stronger now. i will still try to love you.
i've got nothing against you.

haha.

"akward laugh"

FUCK I NEED TO GET THESE ALBUMS.

THE CONCRETES - THE CONCRETES

ANNIE - DON'T STOP

FOALS - TOTAL LIFE FOREVER

ROBYN - BODY TALK PT. 1

will update if i remember more. sigh my old phone...why did you have to leave me like that?

hello world.

i feel like the luckiest, happiest guy on earth.

=)

really, even as i'm sitting here in front of the computer.

omgomgomgomg i need to blog about this.

don't you think personalised ads on the internet are scary? like, they know what your hobbies are, and then they generate advertisements to your screen based on them. HOW THE HELL DO THEY CALCULATE THEM? how do you know i'm in dance? take gmail for instance, i feel so terrified when they flash appropriate ads at me. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!! ahhhhhh!

hello world.

i've changed my desktop wallpaper, my game, and my phone.

i feel changed, like i just pivoted or something.

hello!

All at once, not a whisper, nor word.
Then all at once...
Let me have it all, let me have a battle on,
Easy target,
Look can we just...just get it over with.
It's getting worse, against all the odds...
It's getting worse.
(Guard down, floor's yours, last man standing can we, just get it over with.)

Been one of those days...
Safety first, don't push...don't push me...what's the hurry?
Cause there's One nerve remaining, waiting on one look,
One look now...have you got it?
Have you got it in you?
Have you got it in you?

adeeb! adeeb! adeeb!

Robyn - Dancing On My Own



fucking new album!!! will be released in three separate cds over a year, this one's from her first disc! coolios!

it's really good!

what the fuck. Twilight doesn't deserve Florence.

Florence + The Machine - Heavy In Your Arms



that being said, she probably revels in the gothic part of the story.

i'm getting to know what i want.

AND NOW, i'm going to sit my ass down soon and get my head in the game. not really a game, just a morass of suffering and confusion.

@THE CONCRETES - VICTORIA BERGSMAN, COME BACK!!!

i've been so fucking infatuated with The Concretes recently, that means for about 3 or 4 days.

their songs are so fucking GORGEOUS (thank you youtube) i just can't stop thinking about having their album argh. MUST. GET. THE CONCRETES.

hahaha. scandinavian plaintiveness. and purity.

The Concretes - Say Something New



lovelovelove.







thank you for reminding me, alvin.

Kate Nash - Doo-Wah-Doo

i'm in love with human beings.

they can just juggle so many things. whether the things are aimless, pointless, or significant, it's not for me to judge right now, but i'm amazed at the things that the people around me can handle and go through, EVERY DAY.

i'm not talking about consolation shit. i'm talking about real, difficult things that they face. and the emotion well-kept when doing these things.
and the amount of things that they make themselves do, at the same time, while doing other things, it's incredible and you feel so intimidated but powerful, like you could be doing them too. and the truth is, you could.

i'm in love with human beings.

This. Is Control. Control feeds off you like a drug. Control covers your bases with shit and waits for it to harden. Control destroys, destroys.

i had a freakout moment today.

i can't think about it, because if i do, i'll start freaking out again. =(

uh-oh.

it just centres on the amount of revision i just realised i had in front of me, it just occurred to me that there's LAST YEAR'S work to think about and to revise and to remember FOR THE FRIGGING A LEVELS.

okay. okay.

one step at a time, yes?