Monthly Archives: October 2011

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dear reader,

i must apologize for my inconsistency. assignments are scheduled for the week, leaving me actively engaged with design at the university level. am evidently not quite the industrious student, or plausibly poor time management in some sense. that aside, i would love to post some of my closing designs in time to come. meanwhile, please bear with the interlude. :)

” there was not one among us who looked forward to being born. disliking the rigors of existence, the unfulfilled longings, the enshrined injustices of the world, the labyrinths of love, the ignorance of parents,the facts of death and the dying, the lost, amazing indifference of the living. all these midst the simplistic beauties of the universe. i fear for one, the heartlessness of us, all of whom we are born blind, few of whom ever learn to see in time to come. ”

the river eventually became a road, for the road is always hungry, branching out to the world.

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the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.

occupy everything.

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maybe it should be a little deeper than you think. have a listen. chanced upon slavoj zizek on an abc program a couple of months back, rather interesting philosopher in my opinion.

one more spoon please.

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life’s too short to even care at all
i’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control
these fishes in the sea they’re staring at me
a wet world aches for a beat of a drum
if i could find a way to see this straight, i’d run away to some fortune that i should have found by now
i’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down.
life’s too short to even care at all oh
i’m coming up now coming up now out of the blue
these zombies in the park they’re looking for my heart
a dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh
if i could find a way to see this straight i’d run away to some fortune that i should have found by now
and so i run to the things they said could restore me restore life the way it should be i’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down
life’s too short to even care at all oh, i’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control
if i could find a way to see this straight, i’d run away to some fortune i should have found by now
so I run to the things they said could restore me, restore life the way it should be, i’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down
one more spoon of cough syrup now

 

 

ardere. to burn with love.

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oh folio;

night spells polysyllabic words to the tempo of quick flowing blood rivers; spectral, appurtenances.

melting of man into mirror; more honorable than a master’s supplication; more turbulent than water displaced by suicides under the brooklyn bridge.

feeble descendants leering over noli me tangere with envy.

not thoroughly certain if i would ever profoundly grasp our amour,

but hello my love, we chance again.

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so tired.

playlist;
yeah yeah yeahs – y-control
mumford & sons – the cave
the white stripes – blue orchid
white apple tree – youth
we are scientists – after hours
vampire weekend – walcott
arctic monkeys – suck it & see (acoustic)
phoenix – 1901
juju – この夜を止めて
絢香 – 手をつなごう (this is a really good song i reckon)

spirited away.

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i love this movie. 千尋(ちひろ)-chihiro or the “thousand springs” we all go through when growing up. the monsters we face in society. the temptations we need to overcome. ( binging / splurging / material richness) the lessons we learn as we grow older, shapes us all, defines us. 千尋(ちひろ)さん eventually breaks free from the “social norm” and finds herself once more. such a simple story line with that many interpretations. brilliant.

don’t go longing for acceptance, and be consumed by the shallowness of our relationship with greed and superficiality. eventually, we’ll realize that a simple serving of a little happiness is all that we need.

 

sometimes. the wind hums along.

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silence is a true friend who never betrays.

when things get too condensed, i’d often go searching for stillness. not eluding it really, rather taking a step back and looking at the overall picture if you would like.

last evening, decided to pack pizza and head to my hideout. it has been a while since i’ve last visited my hideout, nothing much changed thankfully, the setting was as enticingly quaint as i would like to remember. i like my hideout spot, rather remote to be honest, which makes it a perfect hideout. it’s probably one of the few places where i can contemplate best.

i suppose that no matter how busy a schedule, it’s always good to find time to break away from the hectic loop; go read a book, paint a picture, take a photo, reflect in tranquility, be alone, do something crazy. don’t surrender your life to the orthodox.

the sky was beautiful last evening. look up dear reader, we share the same sky.

” everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. ” – confucius



random stuff i over heard this week;

” it’s unnatural when systems don’t go in our direction, we find ourselves working round the clock to get things in order when that happens. “

” we take it seriously, the business of making families is evidently a growing industry. “

” paraplegic: i don’t want to be talking at a different eye level, i want to be normal, like everyone else, this helps to makes things easier. “

” the electronics we make, take the thinking out of walking, making it more natural for the consumers. “

” some day, we will  figure out a use for it, then there will be commercial value, and we’ll eventually be able to tax it. “

what do you think?


apologies for coming off as a little too dreamy today. am rather taxed out. been a long day, so please bear with me.

if you’re looking for a song, look no further. this might be it.

shy away.

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i don’t know about you dear reader, but there is something i love about being wide awake working/reading amidst the tranquil of night. a feeling i haven’t quite manage to recite in a phrase yet. a silence so unpolluted & profound, it kind of makes you float around, drowning in muse.

i thought about it, maybe i’m just getting sick and tired of cleaning up after the mess.


and by the way, i am quite upset to learn that my then “pride and joy” ride (almost ended my life) has been sitting at a relative’s garage for about 7 years now? rotting away, lest forgotten.

& now that it’s not hip, they’re asking me how to break it apart? that isn’t very nice.

what a shame. what a shame indeed.

 



procrastination.

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it is getting dangerously close to folio week, 3 weeks or 21days or 504hours or 30,240minutes or 1,814,400seconds to make it seem further away. i feel like i am somehow steering off tangent on this project. not quite what i was planning, but it might not be a bad thing after all. oh well, we’ll see. they say if you play with fire, expect to get burned. i reckon, sometimes, life is too short to even care about these trivial issues. whatever makes you learn better, and happy-ier? go for it.

anyways, i was initially looking for perspectives on the urbanization of cities on youtube earlier, in hopes to aid me with my abstract. but, ended up clicking on an amazing acoustic cover of ‘young the giant’s – cough syrup’ and then one thing lead to another and i found myself in a vibrant spot once again. again and again and again and again……

dia frampton from megANDdia; have you heard of her? she’s good. really really good.


the sets band; from singapore (cover ftp-pumped up kicks, pretty good cover imo)


plain white t’s – hey there delilah (there’s something about this song….. i don’t quite know what yet though)




and oh by the way, i have yet to come across a good cover for the strokes or arctic monkeys, that’s probably cause julian and alex’s fucking amazing. well i think so anyways.


best video on youtube.

if procrastination were human, we might be closely related. mm…

dust in your eye.

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what will you see when the road carves down?


the zephyr often carries with it traces of the past, in the form of dust particles, occasionally one or two would flit towards my direction and get lodged in the eye. the process, as annoying as it sounds, periodically forces me to shut my eyes. these brief moments impair my vision, forcing me to witness traces of the past, remembering the memories written on stone. the machinery of life is but of a collective progress i guess, everything counts.

was taught to never settle, i live in a world where our dreams and aspirations aren’t brewed like weak coffee in the morning, instead, very much resembles the growth of a ficus tree, branching out in every direction into the world, seeking the very quintessential that kindles me over and over. almost like a metaphor in its own sense. these branches creep towards every direction, allowing me to witness some of the extremes. i think i am really quite fortunate, to be able travel the globe, experience and witness the multifaceted diversity of life, and to be able return to a comfortable home filled with warmth at the end of a seemingly ‘rough’ day, almost in literal sense, ‘without a care in the world’.

last evening, a conversation with friends reminded me of a memorable meet with an old stranger back home. the encounter affected me in some way, recollections of that very moment was heartfelt, a simple minor gesture appeared to many like an arduous one. i enjoyed the company, listening to what he had to say. such moments that hold before me are indeed becoming rare and few. i am not entirely sure where this path will take me, but in such instances, i will always remember to stop and listen, cause that’s what no one did.

it almost appears like i was brought into this world to play a larger role to make a change, i am not entirely sure how, but it certainly feels this way. i might be wrong though. i hope not.
i hope i am not the only one here.


all thieves – turn and turn again (i like this song, and the images too)

dancing luminary.

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it would be either ‘pure’ or ‘bare’ ;

a soul is not given. but everyone can find a pine cone in the face, sense malice in a crowd, enjoy the ultimate fulfillment of translating the vitality of a radish into the world-picture at the expense of ruinina humanity on which the future production of cradles and atonements depends. the velocity of dreams equals the diameter of crystal discs which narcissus saw reflected in his sunglasses, not water. such datum for effect in which i wished i could fathom.

afternoon tea with a.;

i think best when my soul reposes from it all. i will be back shortly.


week’s playlist;
the naked & famous – the sun
the temper trap – fader
the black keys – tighten up
ramones – blitzkrieg bop (had to include this for the good old sins of youth)
the postal service – such great heights (also check out benfold’s cover)
arctic monkeys – when the sun goes down
a silent film – you will leave a mark
the jezabels – endless summer (they’re pretty good, worth the listen)
death cab for cutie – i will follow you into the dark
rachael yamagata – reason why (i absolutely love this song.)

a few more doors.

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a man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.

been veering about in a labyrinth for some time now. the usual topics really, rather echt in my most honest opinion. pardon me for being loopy in somewhat, i could never close an honest opinion in such few words.

why then do we continuously take a sip of the poison knowing that it is evidently doing us harm? we all do. knowingly or un-knowingly. does it make us feel better in any way? i’m not sure.

we now saunter down the illuminated streets with our eyes shut, guided and appeased in a childlike way by the puppet master. you pull, i move. you command, i give. you speak, i sync with praise.

“all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players” we are inclined to think that we’re self-determining, responding to situations in the most seemingly “logical” or “responsible” way. but are we really? or are we merely playing out our scripts. am i just another hypocrite because i do conform to the social norm. maybe. maybe not. who is to judge anyways.

what governs this rigid dichotomy between the right and the wrong? ethics in modern-day society? ( we live in a first class world, my energy consumption in a week would probably be equivalent to a year’s consumption for a typical kenyan family. so how much energy should they cut down on, to sustain my lifestyle? and should i feel better if i double clicked on the “give now” icon on the unicef website? maybe, maybe not. i never really did know if i should feel good, often filled with embarrassment for such little effort. )

our society functions to naturalize the ideologies and the lies, in turn allowing them to appear as natural and innocent, or as unchangeable as nature itself. if you actually think about it in-depth, we all eventually will become hypocrites choking on our own vomits and eventually passing the baton to the next blindfolded.  i’ve always wondered what would it be like if we deconstruct these ideologies and systems. it would be mind-blowing to closely look at these remnants of construction.

it’s almost paradoxical, that with age, you tend to lose more than you have initially expected, or rather understood more than you’ve thought you originally did. finding yourself cautiously navigating through these archaic streets, the ones you were well accustomed to in the days of youth. eventually, everything fades like over-exposed negatives. change is the only constant in life. it’s an awful and exhausting acknowledgement when i go to bed, these thoughts remind me that i’m just a normal person in a strange place after-all. so many doors, so many options, so little me. it’s almost like being in the movies. i’m only human, maybe i should shut my eyes too. i miss the nonchalant days of my childhood. i really do.

a door is a permanent irritant – parmour without arteries counseling ophelia to swoon.

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a few more doors.