"Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again - this is the brave and happy life "
J. E. Buchrose

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The reason why these guys are paid and most of us buy

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

natura abhorret a vacuo- Nature Hates a Vaccum

Aural Abandonment Allowed

In the theme of music and cacophony, I can’t fathom my affinity to the lyrical prowess of distant lands, in parlance less understood.

Lately, the idealistic mellow utterance of lass so far has persuaded agreement and resonance with yours truly. As she strains her voice to achieve intensity her surroundings require.

The warmth in her tone gives way to grievous rage, the mellow in her voice collapses to pity and suffering. But the best, the best of all is when all heaven breaks free in sense of jubilance and elation.

For if there were signs of a god, it would be in song. If ever there was a sense of “god-like character” it would be the in the fact that we laugh and make others smile. I reckon the other would be sex, but that would be a different thing altogether.

It may be non-linguistical, utterly unabashed form of exuberance. Formed from ability, kindled of spirit and animated by whatever form of art and work that we all do.


-all that happened was I found an old song, and a voice I liked-


It may be in the shower, in the car, a studio or somewhere. Some are sacred and some are just good fun. Its one of the earliest things we learn, and tells tales of all possible kind. There is something to music and song that we can’t deny.
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Picture- Depiction
Literature- Description
Dance- Accompaniment
Spoken Word- Another form of expression

Derivations Abomination

On the issue of cease the day! Carpe Diem...

In a somewhat pig latin manner and all... I decided to google for

1. Carpet Diem- 79k hits with most of them being Carpet Dealers offering fine Iranian and oriental carpets. Hmm...

2. Carp Diem- Fishing magazines....

3. Crap Diem- general rants like these...

WHy!!

Sunlight through the flags

Conflict- Epiphany- Resolution

The perennial 3 words that describe all that we do, day to day and moment to moment.

If there’s anything one feels like that life should seem like is a 5-minute song with a general atmosphere of spaciousness with expansive rhythms and guitar rifts to wow the listener.  Underlying all of it is the base of romantic tragedy played out to the best of intentions and graciousness…

Alas, one is only human after all… and as such, I’ll continue with the theme of randomness

Ouchies

6 August 2008, Hong Kong) It's raining. You're lonely. Why not?
That was how 41-year-old Xian found himself face down on a bench, and calling for help in the middle of the night. The lonely man had noticed that the steel sit-up benches in LanTian Park had numerous ventilation holes, and thought it might be possible to use them for sexual gratification.

Enticing orifices.

Once Xian became aroused, he found he was stuck and could not remove himself from the hole in the bench. Quite understandably, he panicked. Police received a call from a disturbed man, and arrived to find poor Xian trapped face-down on the bench.

Doctors were summoned to the scene. They tried, but emergency workers had to cut the entire bench free and take him to the hospital.

Four painful hours later, doctors finally separated Xian from his bench. It is certainly possible that the lack of blood flow easily could have caused sufficient damage that doctors would have been forced to remove his penis.

This is a bad date that Xian will never forget.


BUT WAIT!!!

There's a picture!!

Watch this space

Listening to:
Thinking of:

Notes to write
1. Pure genius- Fact/ Fiction (editorial)
2. Obama and gen- y

20-20, Retro Vision

Monday in drag

Make no mistake, today’s Tuesday.

“Did you hear bagpipes?”

“Yeah”

“Good, I thought I’m just about losing it…”

This pretty much sums up the tone of what today has been, well… still is.  It all started with waking up at 6 to finish a presentation for tomorrow, a rushed breakfast, 45 minute commute to the yard, meetings, walk about in the sweltering heat and then more meetings.

In between it all, the plague called IT rears its head and proceeds to feed information of which requires “urgent” input.  So, multitasking is the order of the day and e-mails composed as I walk and talk to others about matters nothing to do with what I’m trying to give birth in my head… you know, as a sacrifice to the IT monster, affectionally known as e-mail.

Now, forget all of that and we’ll lump it in a little bundle called “Just another work day” Now, a Tuesday less ordinary forms. After the meeting and scrutiny of several documents, one response with a thinly veiled accusation appears, criticizing a choice I made, which in retrospect benefited the Company and gave me a little bit more reason to live. Now, we shall just call that a matter of politics and creative interpretation of policy.

Now, if you’d imagine every occurrence today and as trains, they’d be in the direction of the change station with all lights red as an indication to stop. (I had to elaborate that as most times, red just means avoid other cars which dashing across). The single trigger was the fact upon arriving to the airport…

“I’m sorry sir, but your flight is delayed for an hour, and you will probably miss your connection, but i’ll check you in all the way through just in case”

*shock and horror

“Alright… (taking deep breaths as I count to 10) so what would be my option then? What would be the earliest I can get in? (remember… presentation tomorrow)”

“I suppose that would be 1:30pm”

The present will be history… I didn’t lose my temper and was actually glad I wasn’t traveling alone.

We did complete our flight schedule asides from the dash from one end of the KLIA domestic terminal to the other; have never been so glad for a flight to be delayed by 20 minutes.

Guess all is well in Lala Land.

 

 

-Painted Fashionista-

I do like the streak of green and the splash of orange. Add in the eyes...

She told me I had a nice smile

She even remembered where I sat

The steak was remarkably good

But I still felt like an absolute loon...

Malaysian Hospitality?

-Sorry, I'm being terribly random... It happens when the only place one is familiar with any form of surrounding is when one is 10,000ft up in the air-

What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And I have the sense to recognize that
I don?t know how to let you go
Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul
I?m ever swiftly moving
Trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
But I have the sense to recognize
That I don?t know how
To let you goI don?t know how
To let you go
A glowing ember
Burning hot Burning slowDeep within
I?m shaken by the violenceOf existing for only you
I know I can?t be with youI do what I have to do
I know I can?t be with youI do what I have to do
And I have sense to recognize butI don?t know how to let you go
I don?t know how to let you goI don?t know how to let you go