I've never seen the sea in so pure a shade of blue. Beyond the shore, the horizon was simply a blurred line, where the sky seemed to melt into the ocean. The wind would make ripples on the water's surface, and with each ripple, tiny diamonds on the ocean floor would send out their lights, dancing around the sun's reflection on the sea. A narrow road coiled around the mountain, twisting, gently rising and falling until it crept nearer and nearer the water. From where I was seated, it felt like we were driving straight into the ocean.
I knew how you loved the sea, so I thought I'd take a picture to show you back home. (Heck, I even took a video.) But when I watched the playback, the blues were closer to slate, and the white sand shore looked like a dusty dirt road.
Me and the Rising Sun
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no heat
no deathly chill
only the warmth on my fingers
a gentle breeze on my face
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no bitterness
from yesterday's dusk
only the hopeful restlessness
of waiting for the sun
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know not your name
you must be miles away asleep
dreaming up sunsets and starlight
it's just me and the rising sun.
and the rising sun
I know no heat
no deathly chill
only the warmth on my fingers
a gentle breeze on my face
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no bitterness
from yesterday's dusk
only the hopeful restlessness
of waiting for the sun
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know not your name
you must be miles away asleep
dreaming up sunsets and starlight
it's just me and the rising sun.
Feel v.2
It's not that you make me feel
confused
angry
hollow
wanting..
But that you make me feel
like not feeling
would be better
?
confused
angry
hollow
wanting..
But that you make me feel
like not feeling
would be better
?
I Would Write You a Song
If only I could
I would write you a song
but all these words
in my head have no rhythm
they slip out of my mouth
or manage to make it
just to the tip of my tongue
If only I could
I would write you a song
but all these words
in my head have no rhythm
they slip out of my mouth
or manage to make it
just to the tip of my tongue
If only I could
I would write you a song
but all these colors I feel
have no names for them
when I looked in my box of crayons
the blues and reds
were just called Blue and Red
If only I could
I would write you a song
but I couldn't
so I just wrote you
a blog post.
A Few Scattered Thoughts
1. Maybe the reason why I don't run into you in real life, is because I run into you enough in my mind. (credits to my friend, Star)
2. Opportunity cost really sucks. It's the pain of losing something you never had in the first place.
3. I was having a really crap day, when I ran into a man in a sweatshirt that read, "The proof of gold is fire" in Jimi Hendrix colors. The Universe has a strange way of making me smile. Thank you, Universe!
Nowhere Boy: Lazy Review
Lazy Review on Nowhere Boy (2009)
Acting - excellent Aaron Johnson's a pretty convincing John Lennon; I think I'll settle.
Production design - very good They nailed the set and costume design. And I repeat, Aaron Johnson's a pretty convincing John Lennon.
Editing - meh Nothing special. Drags at some points.
Cinematography - meh The flashback scenes are particularly typical. Meh.
Screenplay - meh/good At times, insightful. But sometimes sentimentality slobbers everywhere.
Director - good
Rating: 7/10
I sat through it because I'm a John Lennon fan.
Acting - excellent Aaron Johnson's a pretty convincing John Lennon; I think I'll settle.
Production design - very good They nailed the set and costume design. And I repeat, Aaron Johnson's a pretty convincing John Lennon.
Editing - meh Nothing special. Drags at some points.
Cinematography - meh The flashback scenes are particularly typical. Meh.
Screenplay - meh/good At times, insightful. But sometimes sentimentality slobbers everywhere.
Director - good
Rating: 7/10
I sat through it because I'm a John Lennon fan.
P.S. Apart from the song reference, I don't understand why the movie's called Nowhere Boy. Enlighten me?
Daydream
Every night
before I go to sleep
I write down the events of my day
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.
Every morning
when I wake up
I write down the events of my dream
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.
before I go to sleep
I write down the events of my day
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.
Every morning
when I wake up
I write down the events of my dream
in a small black notebook
on my bedside table.
In My Mind I Keep Running into You
Everywhere I go.
I'm buying groceries and you
just pop out of nowhere!
we have coffee after the checkout
(but really it's just me buying the groceries)
I'm buying groceries and you
just pop out of nowhere!
we have coffee after the checkout
(but really it's just me buying the groceries)
Source Code: Lazy Review
Lazy Review on Source Code (2011)
Acting - good Though generally good, sometimes I still see actors, not people.
Production design - meh/good But not really important in this film.
Editing - good In films with this type of story, the repetition usually gets tiring after a while, but that's not the case here.
Cinematography - meh Nothing special.
Screenplay - very good! The engaging kind of mindgame. Goood.
Director - very good!
Rating: 9/10
Money well-spent. Not really, coz the tickets were free. Haha. Now go and WATCH THIS MOVIE.
God and His Strange Sense of Humor
One day things are so and so. Life is comfortable, and I like the familiarity. Then suddenly I just wake up, and things have changed, apparently. I don't like change. Change is bad.
Especially this change.
I pore over everything and analyze and read into and feel all there is to pore over and analyze and read into and feel but in the end I just feel tired.
So I resign myself to the idea that this is just God working, through His strange sense of humor.
But what if He's serious?
Especially this change.
I pore over everything and analyze and read into and feel all there is to pore over and analyze and read into and feel but in the end I just feel tired.
So I resign myself to the idea that this is just God working, through His strange sense of humor.
But what if He's serious?
Writing You a Poem
is like looking at my blue book
trying to solve a stupid math problem
when I've forgotten how to use
this function on my sci cal
writing you a poem
is like reading pages and pages of Wittgenstein
but remembering nothing of value later
it's like staring at my blog's post editor
and wanting to type something
not out of need or inspiration
but just because
I want to
writing you a poem
really is, making something
out of nothing, nothing
trying to solve a stupid math problem
when I've forgotten how to use
this function on my sci cal
writing you a poem
is like reading pages and pages of Wittgenstein
but remembering nothing of value later
it's like staring at my blog's post editor
and wanting to type something
not out of need or inspiration
but just because
I want to
writing you a poem
really is, making something
out of nothing, nothing
Blank Page
Or rather, a blank
post editor.
I stare at the white spaces,
because that moment of
inspiration
will never come unless
you force it out.
So I type away,
letters that make words,
words that make sentences,
and sentences that make
no sense.
But it doesn't matter.
In the end, I just wonder
what's so wrong
with a blank page
anyway?
post editor.
I stare at the white spaces,
because that moment of
inspiration
will never come unless
you force it out.
So I type away,
letters that make words,
words that make sentences,
and sentences that make
no sense.
But it doesn't matter.
In the end, I just wonder
what's so wrong
with a blank page
anyway?
April Fools' Day
Today was an eventful one, the first official day of my two-week summer break. I painted, went to the mall, had a donut, and drowned in all my thoughts of you.
Congratulations.
You must be really good at practical jokes, huh?
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