Damn I love the classics. Although i think my definition is pretty wide.

I actually had a lot more things to say. But inevitable it ends up hurting others.

Some people win, some people lose, some were born to sing the blues.

I know i’m late to the belle & sebastian game, vicki has been a fan of them for some time. But i guess i just never listened to the right songs. This is one of them.

Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still

There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

This past year, has been somewhat of a rollercoaster of emotions, yet somehow managing to stay relatively uneventful. Fuck me if i manage to figure out how that happened.  This song somehow manages to capture all that i find bewitching in relationships, be it the serendipity of chance encounters, the rush of the tease, the comfort of  languid walks, or/and finally, the beauty in the breakdown.

I listened to belle & sebastian and now i have unrealistic expectations of relationships.

I know what jd and chiewy will say. I’m such a girl. If so be it fuck it yea.

A life motivated by the absence rather than the presence of others. Woe is habituation.

Manni: Lola, what would you do if I died?
Lola: I wouldn’t let you die.
Manni: Yeah well, what if i was fatally ill?
Lola: I’d find a way.
Manni: What if I was in a coma, and I had one day to live.
Lola: Then I’d throw you into the ocean. Shock Therapy.
Manni: What if i were dead anyway.
Lola: What do you want to hear?
Manni: Come on just tell me…
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Manni: I know what you’d do. You’d forget me.
Lola: No!
Manni: Sure you would. What else could you do? Sure, you’d mourn for a few weeks. Not a bad idea. And everybody’s real compassionate…and everything’s so incredibly sad, and everyone feels sorry for you. You can show everyone how strong you are. “What a great woman,” they’ll say. “She really pulls herself together instead of crying all day.” And all at once this really nice guy with green eyes shows up. And he’s super sensitive, listens to you all day. And you can talk his ear off. And you can tell him how tough things are for you…and that you have to look after yourself and don’t know what’s gonna happen… and blah, blah, blah. Then you’d hop onto his lap and cross me off your list. That’s how it goes.
Lola: Manni.
Manni: What?
Lola: You haven’t died yet.

Lola: Manni, do you love me?
Manni: Sure I do
Lola: How can you be so sure?
Manni: I don’t know. I just am.
Lola: I could be some other girl.
Manni: No..Because you are the best.
Lola: Of all the girls in the world?
Manni: Sure.
Lola: How do you know?
Manni: I just do.
Lola: You think so.
Manni: Okay, I think so.
Lola: You see!
Manni: What?
Lola: You aren’t sure
Manni: Are you nuts or what??!??!?

A little while later:

Lola: So your heart says, “Shes the one.”
Manni: Exactly.
Lola: And you say, “Thanks for the information, see you around.”
Manni: Exactly.
Lola: You follow whatever your heart says?
Manni: Well I dunno, sometimes it doesn’t say, it just feels.
Lola: What does it feel now?
Manni: That someone is asking stupid questions.

1. Finish Arrested Development, Prison Break, Gossip Girls, and possibly the earlier seasons of the Office.

2. Catch up on old Jon Stewart videos.

3. Not get pwned by my UROP supervisor.

4. Watch Run Lola Run, and discover Simon and Garfunkel.

5. Turn damn good looking

6. Become well-adjusted.

7. Find a lover.

I just discovered that normal members can now borrow 2 AV materials which can include audiobooks, audio cds and DVDs and i decided to make a trip down to the library@esplanade.

Wow. Just.. WOW. why haven’t i been here before. Why did i stick with the puny, non browsable selection at the NUS library?? There’s a veritable feast of concert DVDs, television serials (found lost seasons 1-4), classic and new movies, instructional videos, music scores. I got myself 2 concert dvds of franz ferdinand and john mayer. Shall get myself more soon.

Also, saw this quote on the wall.

“Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon”

– Michael Jackson (1958-2009), Gone Too Soon

Truer words were never sung.

Piratebay.

For the record, everytime you criticised me, said i wasn’t doing something right, asked me not to do something, i didn’t accuse you of not trusting me, i didn’t ask whats wrong with you, i didn’t say you were judging me. I didn’t like it, but i didn’t say it was something it was not. Yesterday i started off saying something which seemed a little insincere to me, and by the end of the night, had ended up with me being pushed into saying something else entirely, which upon retrospection, i don’t even think its true in any measure at all.

So no i don’t think your a bad friend. Please don’t make me think I’ve become one as well.

Am staring at the pile of photos in front of me which my Professor wants me to clean up, and I have no idea where to start. They are so low resolution, and so grainy. My heart weeps for the injustice that has been done to these coins. *gingerly grabs healing spot brush*