life after death

I had the biggest fear today:

What happens after death?

One can only imagine.

getcha kicks on

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

a glimpse

When you count the days
o went you count the days,
were you thinking of me?
o were you, were you?

the Weepies

Be My Thrill by The Weepies


My flavor-of-the-month. Can't get enough of them! Catchy tunes and great avant-garde music videos. Most importantly, speaks of the truth, frank and inspirational without being too in-the-face.

Getting all of their 4 albums.

Long live indiefolk!

p/s: you might have heard them in Grey's Anatomy, How I Met Your Mother, Gossip Girl, and the recently released (err last year?) Morning Glory starring Rachel McAdams.

how can people tell?

To be honest, I don't think there is anybody in this world who are very sure of who they are. They might have some idea of what kind of people they are - but in truth, they too will find that over time they will surprise themselves.

What shocks the hell out of me, is when I myself is unsure of who I am, but somebody else are able to read me like a book. WTH moment right there.

And I don't mean it the bad way, but rather in an amusing, kind of "really??" way.

Especially when it comes to music (oh, not again. yes, apparently it consumes me and you lot more than we think it does). Often times, I find myself in an entire disbelief when someone says:

"I think you'll like this song. Try and give a listen.."

And you give a listen. And yeah! You do like the song! In fact, it is very 'you'!

Then you go: "Damnnnn.. how'd you know?"

And they will say: "I don't know..it's just you"

How? How? How in the world do you know if this song is me or you or him or her. How?

And then they will be right for the next hundred songs.

And then you will try to figure out what kinds of music that person might like, and you give a shot.

In my case, mostly when I suggest, they go:

"Hmm..yeah, not bad. Not really my type though.."

-___-"

But in unexpected circumstances, sometimes, I listen to a song, and that song automatically remind me of someone.

And I'll give an immediate call or whatever and let that person know that that particular song reminds me of them.

And they'll go: "Really!? Aww..ok I'll give a listen"

And they give a listen. And yes, they like it. In fact, it is so them, that it practically sums who they are up in just that one song. Hahaha exaggeration alert.

"This song is sooooo me!!! Thanks so much!!"

So yes, I guess it's either we get that 'moment' right when it just comes to us or it's a case of hits and misses. I'm not as 'talented' as some people who always nail it and just like rock our worlds with all the songs they suggest that are so you/ us.

I aspire to be that person. Because music can cure all pain (well, mostly), and if I can cure people's pain, it'll be the coolest thing in the universe to be doing.




Because someone just did to me.

HELP. SOS. FOOD EMERGENCY.

I am having severe cravings for strawberry milkshake and donuts with twinkles on top. And dark chocolate tarts with crushed strawberry toppings. 

Aaargghh!!

I was passing by Jalan Ampang on Friday, and recalled a diner that used to be there which my parents and I frequent every Saturday night - when I was about 7 years old. It was called Grandy's and it has the most awesomistic (awesome+fantastic) strawberry milkshake in the entire universe.


This is only half as good as Grandy's!


They have whip cream on top, and my less sane side of the brain said they also have chocolate sprinkles on top of the whip cream; but I don't know for sure, coz my brain's playing tricks on me about food right now!!

 

Eternal love..



OMG, all things strawberry cupcake and twinkles!! Be still, o' tummy!


To make matters worst, I switched on the TV and there was this program, DC Cupcakes and they make all sorts of cupcakes! TORTURE. Thank god Cake Boss wasn't on, or I'll probably be dead by now due to heavy salivating hence lack of body liquid.




 Please promise me you'll be mine very soon. How my tastebuds long for your silky sweet caress..

And then in order to offer my craving some pathetic negotiation, I googled photos of food, specifically on food blogs and tumblr - coz their photos are the best.

WRONG MOVE. I craved even more!






Now I'm pulling my hair, because it's in the middle of the night - all bakery/cake shops/restaurants are closed. Damn!



 

I know I am impatient, but I hope I survive just a few hours more - more like half a day! I'll have to sleep first for 7 hours, wake up, wait for shop to open, then walla! omg, long wait... tonight will definitely be lonely.. I can't take this..





Guys, in case something happens to me, just let my parents know that the memories in Grandy's are the best memories and I will engrave them in my heart. Taking that first sip of strawberry milkshake was the best decision I have ever made. Goodbye cupcakes and tarts of the world - I shall see you in Paradise.




Nigella Lawson, Anna Olsen.. help :'(

everyone gets a star

Everyone Gets A Star by Albert Hammond Jr.

"these guys, have all got problems.."

note to self

Hey, the world is not perfect, it never will be. Snap out of it; wake up. Face it.

cult!

As long as you don't confuse this with HIM's version, you're in the right mob. But they're both great in their own ways anyway. So, depends.

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

 "Romeo and Juliet, are together in eternity"



Well what can I say.. It was a long and hard battle fought. And in the end, we were just too tired to continue on. I just wish I could be less bitter though.


p/s: This song actually reminds me of the theme song for the J-Dorama titled "God Give Me More Time" starring the famous Takeshi Kaneshiro. Especially HIM's version.

 

from here

no exception

It was a damp night - the rain has just stopped falling and my feet shuffled, one after the other. And I was missioned to get home and retire in the comfort of my bed.

As I was walking, a soft cry broke the still corridor - it was a girl, in her 20s.

I asked her why she's crying. "I'm heartbroken", she managed.

Like how I would expect another person to tell me things are going to be fine, I told her the same thing.

"No", she said. "It won't"

And how would you know that, I challenged her.

"You don't understand".

I told her that every one will get their hearts broken at some point, and asked her to take a breather.

She cried even harder than before; like she just heard the worst thing.

Guilt simmered through my veins at that, and I offered her my arms - to hold on to.

"It's the fact that I let him broke my heart. Twice. I let him".

You feel like you broke your own heart, I murmured.

"Yes, that's right".

It happened to me too. I felt the same way.

"Really?", she sniffled.

Yes.

And at this point, the wind shifted us a little and I was moved.

You know what, sometimes I don't get it either. I don't get how it happens. How you think you are all aware of it, but you just can't control it. And by the time you try to stop it, it's already too late.

There was silence; thoughts and emotions were floating in the air freely.

She suddenly stopped crying and said

"You're broken too".

And the night closed with a curtain of mist.

Queen of Small Talks

Hi there
How are you
Where're you from
Yes I'm from here
No it's not my first time
Really
When
Haha no you don't look familiar to me
Maybe it's the beer
Oh it's juice
You're funny

I think she's great
She used to be in a band
Yes quite a weird wavering voice he has
I doubt he knows chinese
Oh what dialect is that

Wow you're great
Really
You know some
Like what

Haha
Cows eat grass
That's random
Who taught you that
Are you sure it's not a comic
What else

Oh haha hi
Ya nama saya Izza



(for Dominic from Austria with 'a bit of a German descent')

Adele 21

Someone Like You by ADELE

"There's nothing quite like the feeling when you're listening to a song, written by someone you don't know, whom you've never met, who somehow manages to describe exactly how you felt, at a particular moment in your life. 
If you've ever had a broken heart, you're about to remember it now"

- introduction of Adele at the Brit Awards 2011

I downloaded her latest album, 21, last month, and thought it was brilliant - that she deserves my full support.

So as impulsive as I am, I bought her album. Yep. I did it right this time, and legally too.

I do buy originals when I feel like the artiste/band deserves it - like Greenday, BSB (lol), One Buck Short etc.

I definitely did the right thing. You can try and find out more about her 21 album on the net.

What I like about her:

1. She is smart - her self-branding (what I learn at work does not go to waste! lol), her archetype is suitable with the genre she is in.

2. She is sufficiently dramatic - you will believe her when she sings heartbreak songs.

3. She describes her own department - she calls her musical style as "heartbroken soul"

4. Frank lyrics - spot on, honest, and she has exactly what you are thinking captured into a song.

5. Physical attraction - unusual proportion, sexy lips and elaborated fake eyelashes which accentuates that longing gaze she has when she sings

6. Consistency - almost all her songs are about her ex/ broken relationship which she wrote from experience and yada yada. Her album covers, her album titles; everything grows and expands within the same theme. Which is hard to do when you're famous and everyone wants a say in your record and change is tempting.

7. Smart, subdued, and yet different - take some time to watch all her music videos and you'll know what I mean. She makes difficult look effortless.

Get/ download/ steal her record and let me know if you think I'm wrong.

haiku for you

Drowned in blooded sea.
Gasping loudly for your name -
Can you still hear me?

Skinny Love

I like repetitions in some forms.

A favorite song, for instance.

Here is a fresh version of Bon Iver's Skinny Love. I have posted the original in my blog long time ago.

Skinny Love by Birdy

shock the middle class

I Wanna Be a Homosexual by Screeching Weasel

I might just, if it's a choice. LOL. The lyrics are epic funny.

pleasing image

the glasses.
the backpack.
the hoodie.

WIN.

kerja pembersihan

Sememangnya kalau sudah manusia itu, tentu sekali banyak melakukan sampah.

Malah, sesetengah daripada kita terus menjadi sampah; sampah masyarakat.

Tidak bolehkah kita menjadi insan yang bersih?

Boleh. Tapi sukar.

Sedangkan makan lagi diberak, apatah lagi barang dipersampah.

Apa yang dahulunya dikira baru, akan diiktiraf sampah setelah dimamah masa. Lapuk.

Bilik aku ini penuh dengan sampah. Sampah dari masa lampau. Kertas, surat, buku, resit, kotak, tali, plastik..segala-galanya.

Tapi sampah ku berharga. Semua ada nilai tersendiri.

Jadi hari semalam, bagi merai Hari Pekerja (Labor Day), aku mula melakukan kerja-kerja pembersihan.

Tidak cukup dengan barang-barangku, barang lain pun diletak di bilik ini. Maklumlah, "bilik bibik".

Aku pun mengemas, mengasingkan "Keep", "KIV", "Donate", dan "Sell".

Semuanya sama banyak.

Bapaku memberitahu tidak lama dahulu, "we are moving".

Rasanya masa untuk itu sudah pun tiba.

Anytime now.