at last

at last ... no disgruntled final year students to make studio placements unfairly out of balance.


anyway i was tagged by miss anonymous who plans to blog every day for a year :)

Rules:
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your Summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs.Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.

Currently here are my songs:
1. Across The Universe - The Beatles
2. Imagine - John Lennon
3. Spiegel Im Spiegel - Avro Part
4. Thanx 4 Nothin' - Mariah Carey
5. Unravel - Bjork
6. Blackout - Muse
7. Back To Black - Amy Winehouse (get well!)

hehe. these are certainly not summer tunes

I'm tagging:
1. aida
2. pao-pao
3. kish
4. cupid
5. megat
6. pink
7. everyone else.

Starbucks to close 61 Australian stores

that is about 70% of their australian outlets

or they could start improving business by selling better coffee

youth

i am fascinated by youth. i really do. i respect people who are unapologetically assured of their sense of individuality.

(incidentally, coetzee's youth is one of my favourite books. )

but damn, you find people who are suspended between the paradigm of youth and their path to adulthood. what is left .. neither the optimism of youth nor the wisdom of age. sadly, they end up becoming bitter, insecure, immature brats.

and that is why they don't inspire, even a degree doesn't save that. i've seen more inspiring meth addicts and whores. if these associations make me an immoral person, then i don't mind being one, not at all.

some of the people i find really interesting : sasha pivarova, cole mohr, hedi slimane, bjarke ingels

by the way, whoever messes with my friends have clearly not seen hell on earth. i will turn your skin inside out and rip your guts out.

louvre

click

unravel

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn

the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he'll never return it

so when you come back
we'll have to make new love

(bjork)

la casa

you are the first woman on the first day of creation
you are mother, sister, lover, friend, angel, devil, earth, home

marcello rubini




sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs upon me
peace frightens me; perhaps i fear it most of all
i feel it is only a façade hiding the face of hell ...
if one phone call could announce the end of everything?

we need to live in a state of suspended animation
like a work of art,
in a state of enchantment.
we have to succeed in loving so greatly
that we live outside of time, detached

steiner

love is sought for yet feared at
salvation lies not within the four walls
but in understanding the nature of being
the art leads to great success
and to an untimely route of self destruction

i'm weak. and i am sorry.

time

time is my best friend. it heals. and unravels.

waiting ...

pretty song
i thought
but is it mere chance?
spiegel im spiegel
it means:
"mirror in the mirror"

mirror

i am a mirror
existing
never on my own
your guilt, your sorrow, your penance
reflected in my eyes
the depths of your secrets



"and i end up, as always, being the transitional person that ignites change"

calculate

the art of living reduces to strategic decisions and informed risk taking
fortunately i am done dealing with such bull

d day

i am exaggerating. my results are due today. i know it is not that important, and please i don't want to listen to people saying there are more important things cause i know ...

but ... i really want to do well for my master degree. i may not be the most talented guy of our bunch, but i know i do have what it takes to secure some academic honours. and heck i came so close, always missing them by a few percentages to get that perfect clean report.

"if i had just worked a little harder ... "

ifs. to see life through ifs, that's not a good attitude. no no no.

it seems some kind of pathological perfectionism broke loose the day i entered college. back then, i was a normal high school graduate ... who suddenly was placed amongst a bunch of academic high-achievers. the 'creme of the crop', as ma'am gauri called us . call it fate, or a stroke of luck, but i sure as hell did not expect to be there at all. fuck, i did not have any expectations then.

and it was after that point in my life that i began to develop unrealistic expectations of what i could (and thus should) achieve. it drastically altered where i saw myself in the future; i began to realize some kind of self potential. and consequently set ambitions.

and now i don't know what to do. i just wait. sometimes i think i lack passion. or perhaps it is perfectionism that is holding me back and causing all this self-doubt.

dionysian

carravagio :bacchus

carravagio's good, no?

shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

these are some of the many many shoes that i like

but this is the only watch that i like
i hate dior homme for making me want these things
oh well then
i don't really need them
maybe in a few years or decades

firecracker

boys who lunch

ti amo