Archive for July 2011
I have been dying from a severe lack of inspiration this one year past. Or maybe it’s just because twitter is much easier to do than paragraphs of endless rambling in a WordPress page. Blimey, get a smartphone and a lavish 12-GB data plan and you’re bound to turn into an addict which world solely turns around your mobile. I think it is healthier spending time in front of a bigger screen, read everything from LGBT pride parades around the world to the beginning of Summer solstice in the northern hemisphere while listening to Dia Frampton covering Zac Brown Band on youtube. Healthier still, to shut down every electronics devices you own (except for the aircon perhaps) and just sit down, read a book which you have failed to finish since the day you bought it with so much pride (The Last Days of Old Beijing, Michael Meyer), sipping good tea in the afternoon. But heck, I have a life you know. On my mobile.
Okay, firstly I’d like to extend my late late congratulation to a bro halfway around the world who had just officially become a geek with an advanced degree in geekiness (by that, I mean Computer Engineering). He will will someday become a designer of something that will be the brain of whatever you are using to view this post. Yes, he will.
I’m proud of you. I want a Mac, by the way.
I am crazy about this band Belle & Sebastian. I know, for you who’ve been into indies it’ll be like, where have you been dude? But it’s like any great love affairs, what started as an unprecedented encounter has developed into a sweet surprise and gratitude. And it’s been turning my room into a cozy lounge every night.
Talking about unprecedented encounter that brings sweet surprise (or serendipitous-ness if you like): you know the feeling you get after accidentally watching Almost Famous? You got this hope that there’s probably more to life than what you know now. That maybe someday, I would get a piano lesson despite my terrible rhythmic sense and can still at least pull off an old Smokey Robinson. This is what a fortunate incident should have. It brings you hope, or false hope. Or the thought that your life could change.
Not so much different with the first time meeting a girl you know at an instant you would soon fancy. It’ll bring you nothing but trouble. But we all love trouble.
Color my life with the chaos of trouble.
Cause anything is better than posh isolation.