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Aufsteigende Flügel is German for "Soaring Wings", a beautiful piano piece composed by Masashi Hamauzu. It is a retreat, a place for me to speak my mind, my thoughts, and my ideas. I bid you all welcome and please, enjoy your stay while you can.

In case you're wondering, the song you hear playing in the background is called Memories, composed and performed by Kow Otani for the best PS2 game of all time, Shadow of the Colossus. This was one of the many unused tracks from the game, so I thought I might do it justice playing this lovely track here. It may take a while to load, but please pause it and give it a good listen. Otani makes good music (unfortunately, this is the only one I know of), and this is one of them. Enjoy!



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Friday, April 3, 2009, 11:17
i could do most anything to you

Indeed, I could do most anything to this blog layout since I got these codes and decided to tweak it here and there. I may not know anything about HTML, but I at least know how to tweak something after much observation. 

This. Is. Brilliant. 

No more hunting for blogskins, no more looking out for non-navigational skin, no more hunting for blogskins to suit the mood. With this skin, I can just change the pictures and the title header whatsis whenever I want to (expect a wee bit explicit pictures from time to time, 'tis just my way of expressing my love and interest for artistic nudity or sex so do not be alarmed, my fellow readers). It only takes a few tweakings to get things running your way.

Speaking of tweaking, I remember something about our Malaysian government today. According to what I heard from Nash, Mr. Najib is coming to power...or had, this morn. Najib (our deputy prime minister) will be taking over Abdullah as Prime Minister from this day onward. My ears caught rumours that spoke of the next Mahathir in power. Will there be more fucked-up moments like how it was during Abdullah's rule? Or will there be total 'order' according to Najib's law like how it was with Mahathir? Those are just two viewpoints; what if he might just be an entirely new problem?

I am not saying that Anwar would have done a better job because seeing the things going on right now, I would assume that it will take a very long time to fix the problems in our beloved Malaysia, no matter who comes to power. At any rate, if things get worse, we may never know what horrors lie ahead in our journey towards the future.

But enough about politics. Let's talk about you, your problems, and your attempts on committing suicide. 

At least that was what my friend and I figured out when we deciphered this simple song by Snow Patrol:



This one is called Somewhere a Clock is Ticking. Normally, I would avoid songs like these, but this one caught my curiosity with its odd, choppy-like lyrics and the progress of the melody. It feels heavy, like something you've been dragging with you all these while, like a thought you've been thinking of but never really did anything to it, like a guilt that clings to you, like a dreaded feeling that stalks you all your life. This song has that element to it after I listened to it.

Judging from the lyrics, the way certain lines were repeated constantly throughout the whole song, and the mood the song gives out, my friend and I concluded that this was the very thought of a person going through a suicide phase...and was finally able to free himself from this world and the chains that bind him here. 

If I were to begin analysing the lyrics one by one here, I'm pretty sure you would end up clicking on another link with a shorter post in it. And with more pictures, of course. So, yes, that would probably be the end of my song-rant. 

Just so you know, that music-analysing session I had with my friend was done in the midst of me completing my photo-critique assignment around...say 4:30am? I only completed my assignment by 5:30 and slept for 15 minutes before getting up to shower (I live pretty far. 5:45am is the ideal time to get up, and the most I can push). And then I just remembered that I didn't have both my lunch and my dinner yesterday. That probably explains why I feel the need to devour brains and lurch about the house like the next undead being roaming this world.

Yes. I am dead tired. And my words can be pretty incoherent at times (and maybe a little off-tuned in the head). 

At this point, I really couldn't care less if my friends over in States are genuine. I just want to travel; fly from this rock, away from everyone I know here, and roam the alien streets of New York alone. If there be no bunking-in, I could try that hostel Chelly told us about. Meh. 

Eitherway, I will fly. 

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My apologies, fellow readers, I am unable to process any gold from the many junks in my mind. I must give it time.

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