Vague

We didn't do something we usually do this time. I fear bad times are coming upon us, nay, swooping down upon us. And as Alistair said, swooping... is... bad....

It's early morning. You're sitting in the bus. There are two white lines falling so carelessly from your ears for the band that's playing inside your head. It's early morning. People are talking, trading facts sworn to secrecy. It's early morning. You're in a bus. You can't fall asleep, you'll miss your stop. You're bored. It's early morning.

This is what I do.

You can't read lips. It's one of those things you've always wanted to learn but did nothing about. What you can see, with the class act performing between your ears, is their mouths shutting and opening like goldfish in a bowl.

This is what I imagine.

You put the lyrics of the song you're listening to into their mouth.



Go on.

Try it.

What you get is an old man saying lovingly to his dear wife, "Mama, we're all gonna die! Mama, we're meant for the flies! Stop asking me questions I hate to see you cry. Mama, we're all gonna die!"

See the lady conductor arguing with a commuter in Bob Tutupoly's voice, "Hello dear, what can I do for you?"
And the burly commuter, replying through his nose, "Will you go and swing along tonight?"

The boy looking at the general direction of a girl and this song plays, "I can't live.... If living is without you..." and instantly that blank look seems to be a longing of a desperate heart.

This doesn't enrich your soul or anything. It's just good ol' clean fun.

So What If My Shoes Are Made in Gombak?

Apa salahnya pakai kasut Gombak?

Those, who are too young to remember this ad, has nothing at all in common with me.

So what if I still feel the inspired every time I rewatch Dead Poets' Society?

And so what if Cake's Italian Leather Sofa makes me giggle during the chorus?

And so what if Spider Jerusalem fires up my journalistic meatgun?

Like my father said, follow people la, people's life [Ikut orang la, hidup orang]

Wise man, my father.

Politics

Oh, how we dance
how we laugh spuriously
beneath the Bella Luna
and the smug stars

Oh how we know
the hiding places
and the hidden things
how we turn our eyes blind

Dance, my love, dance
For 'tis a lethal move we make
A honeyed word cure all ails
A bare thrust ends all life

Oh how we dance
Oh how we laugh
Oh how we cry
Oh how we die

Oh how we danced!

I need a break

I'm stressed, depressed, possessed.

Screw you, I hate you.

This Place is So Dead.

The only Zombie movie that I thoroughly enjoy. From the beginning to the end. It didn't fall to the classic falls of comedies and horror films. No in depth explanation of how a virus created by some evil corporation affect the central nervous system and so on. No "and they live happily ever after..." or "...and unbeknownst to them..." ending. Oh and god, there's no messiah storyline either.

I get very irritated with the whole one man can change the future notion. And talking about messiahs, I get irritated with ThankYouJesusForMakingMeChangeMyDiapers Facebook status updates. They almost irritate me as much as InsafInsafLahJohan speeches. Yes, we get that you love Jesus very much but we don't care really if you're under His wings or up His nostrils or between His toes, now, do we? Why did I ever added them to my Facebook? And how about those friends who are dear to you but takes EVERY SINGLE quiz and post EVERY SINGLE results? My God, Facebook is contributing to my daily stress intake.



Back to the movie. Nerd dude, aptly so - doesn't overdo nor underplay the nerddom, is one of the last people in America who's not a zombie. Travels towards his home, met redneck dude, travel around and meet up two girls. There's no real storyline, really. Just a theme: Survive a post-apocalyptic zombie world.



Woody Harrelson and Jesse Eisenberg are great as their characters. I mean, who can still look like a bad ass while holding a banjo? The girls less so but still enjoyable. And the movie is filled with great quotes.

I mean:

"The fatties were the first to go."

"I'm not easy to get along with and I'm sensing that you're a bit of a bitch."

Or my personal favourite:

"Are you some type of cock blocking robot developed in some secret fucking government lab?"

Kudos, script writers.

In short, go watch this movie. Even if you hate zombie movies like I do. ESPECIALLY if you hate zombie movies like I do.

You Know How I Feel

It's been a while since I posted a song to sing-a-long to. I was torn between signore Bublé's and Miss Simone's. In the end, I had to lean towards the Italian Canadian because I've been in a brassy mood for the past few weeks.

Muse's version receives an honorary WTF?!?!?! from me.



Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done, that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Fooor me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
hu
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
It's a new life
For me

And I'm feeling good