every second dripping off my fingertips: November 2008

Thursday, November 27, 2008

You cool your bedwarm hands down
On the broken radiator

When you lay them freezing on me
I mumble, "can you wake me later?"

But I don't really want you to stop
And you know it so it doesn't stop you

You run your hands from my neck
To my chest

Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle, wrap around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
'Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you

It's been minutes It's been days,
It's been all that I will remember

Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow

Your hills and valleys
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers

And in a naked slumber
I dream all this again

The second single off Snow Patrol's new album, "Crack the Shutters".
What a beauty.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
6:56 PM

Friday, November 21, 2008

Sometimes it's good to look back and reminisce about the times when life was good, we had fun, and had nothing to worry about. And then we ask, how did everything disappear. Like a ship sailing into the distance. A distant memory it has become, and that's all we have now. The memory. The memory tortures us. I swear if there's anything I'd wish to get rid of now, it's good memories that have turned sour, because of the things I've done, because I know those times will never come back again. The ship has sailed, but what made it turn around and leave? Change.

How things change is quite simple. It's complication.

Yes, that's the word. Complication. A word which all of us are familiar with, or at least have come to know these past few years. IB students (and even IP) have come to realise that this is a part of everyday life. From bullshitting in papers to bullshitting even along the corridor, complication has become our inter-school past time. I mean, come on... we take the sweet and eat it, but then our teeth get stuck in the sweetness, and then we think to ourselves, "is it really worth a few more chews?"

"Will I choke when I swallow?"

Innuendos aside, one must ask, is there a way to avoid change? Well the answer is obviously yes. Temporary it might be, but no change keeps things simple. Why let something good become totally different, like another noun, when it's already 'good'? You switch the words around here and there, then it becomes an anagram, but really, it's because we don't know the outcome, that's why we're so afraid of change. Interestingly enough (or not), change is inevitable. It'll come slow, but it'll come anyway, so why avoid it? Ride the waves man. Oh but there are so many questions. Will I be swallowed? Will the board hold my weight? How long will it last?

It's all about the angle, and the timing, and whether you're well prepared not just for the consequences, but for the long road ahead.

I know this post might have felt distant, but this is one of those where it is difficult to make coherent. Thoughts are a marvellous thing: they tell the whole story, but only the story you know. If you know this story, then you probably have felt my pain too.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:05 PM

Friday, November 14, 2008

Sailed to every corner of the globe, wandered far and wide, and I'm finally back here.
Yes I know I haven't updated in a while, and to all those who have been waiting for my latest so-called intelligent quip at the wonders of Life, I'm and truly deeply sorry. From the bottom of the bottomless pit of my heart, I am sorry.

Some people can't help that they're lazy. Like me. I like to believe that it's actually a reflex action for me, but in reality, I'm actually a very hard working boy. For starters, I actually study lots everyday. From day to night, diligently I plow/plough my through my books, and when I can't find a solution, I work hard at it and won't do anything else until I get it right.

Yeah and John McCain won the election too.

So anyway, the Sec2s ended their camp recently, and it is good to see how all of you were touched, in one way or another. But this is only the beginning. Keep the fire burning people, and shine a light bright for others to see as well.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:04 PM

Monday, November 3, 2008

I've always wanted to be a part of, or just have something to do, with a group of people, who don't make music for the love or fun of it. I wanted to be with people who dare to continually push the boundaries of music, and musicianship. I'm not a very good musician myself, but I like to dream.

I look up to groups who are not afraid to experiment with everything at their disposal. Meaning, you don't have to be rich to own a car, and you don't have to be Michael Bublé to put up your own concert. I'm not talking about making music hear. I mean, everyone does that. I'm talking about, making emotion, and you don't need a guitar to do that. Emotion can come from anything. Anything at all. My desire right now, is to work with people who can do that, who share the same passion as I do. That is, to not just make music, but music that moves, in every sense of the word.

I am currently facing a dilemma. Close friends of mine, Mdm Lewis and Mr Hayes, are both excellent at the keys, but, if the hat only fits one head, what do I do?

Open up another. I have recently (today actually) learnt to accept everyone, and bring everyone to the table. I will not be thanked for doing this, because how can there be more keys on the chain? Won't too many cooks spoil the broth? It'll make an unnecessary jingle in our hands, and when we ultimately open the door, which key do we use? I say, keep it. Keep it all, because when you have enough on your chain, you might just make something other than noise. The locks are changing all the time, so one key will never be enough.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
8:37 PM

Saturday, November 1, 2008

ARRRR! Ahoy me maties! Unfortunateleee me darlin's tonight tis' not a special one, for I... about to voice me concern. Well, for starterrs, me displeasure is at our very own captain. He forgotten to hand over the map to our destiny, and expects us to go find it! Despicable! Living in his own kingdom that's what he is... Tis' all true, he expects us to performmm the imposssible. 3 weeks is all we got.

Mutiny I say, mutiny!

Me likes to believe, he's even morre despicable then the famous Jacko! Absolutely hilarious, off his rocker, but... lacking in them northern regions! Hor hor hor!

Oops, sorry... Tis' my fake parrot!

somewhere a clock is ticking:
7:12 PM