First Breath After Coma
March 30, 2006The song is called “First Breath After Coma”…
… and it’s by a band named “Explosions In The Sky“…
… from an album titled “The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place“.
The genre is post-rock.
The song is ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY brilliant! (pardon my french).
Here is the link to the song: >>>First Breath After Coma<<< It’s not the album version, mind you. It’s a live version, which means its MUCH better that the album version, which already kicks ass!
The more I try to describe it, the more I do the song injustice. Listen to it. GO!
If you find yourself craving for more Explosions In The Sky, go to the media section of http://explosionsinthesky.phpnet.org/ for a ton of EITS mp3s.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
March 26, 2006I’ve played four bowling games in the past three weeks. Two games three weeks ago, and then another two last friday (I skipped the playdate last week). My average was 132.5… but all of my scores were waaay far from that average. It’s as if two different people were bowling those four games.
In my first of those four games, I bowled a whopping 176, which I think is the highest I’ve ever scored! (Yay for me! :p) The game that immediately followed was a dismal 103, which if I may add, was only possible due to the turkey (three strikes in a row) I luckily got on the last frame. If not for that, I would’ve been on pace for barely 90! Ugh. Damn the law of averages.
Then last friday, after two weeks of not bowling, I thought I would get out of funk of my previous game. Right? Wrong. The result? An even more dismal 98! What the heck was up with that?
Determined to get out of that funk I was in, where I barely scored 100 on my last two games, I gutted up to bowl a game that would redeem myself…. Bingo. 153. 
Four games and a 132.5 average… with no score even near that. What next? a 50 and then a 200? Not even Lamar Odom is more inconsistent than that.
I knew I was schizo.
Move On Now
March 25, 2006
(Beautiful, slow, sad song… if you can find it, listen to it.
If I can find a download link, I’ll post it here.)
Title: Move On Now
Artist: Hard-Fi
Album: Stars of CCTV
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on no
Lookin’ out my bedroom window
I see the planes take off from Heathrow
One by one they come and go
On and on
On and on
I think about the places I’d go
I think about this place I call home
All the shots and all the calm
All around
All around
Red lights blinking in the twilight
Tracing out a path right out of here and now
Red lights blinking in the twilight
Tracing out a path right out of here and now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Don’t you think it’s quiet around here?
Doesn’t seem so much to do here
Think about this to last year
Good times
Good times
Good times
Don’t you think we stayed for too long?
Don’t you think the colour has gone?
Get on a plane it can’t be wrong
Moving on
Moving on
Red Lights blinking in the twilight
Tracing out a path right out of here and now
Red Lights blinking in the twilight
Tracing out a path right out of here an now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby Baby
I think it’s time we move on now
Baby, Baby
Baby, Baby
Baby, Baby
I think it’s time we move on now.
Dream Dream Dream
March 22, 2006It’s one of the most inhuman devices ever created… right up there with the gas chamber and the atomic bomb. It can destroy your fantasies and take away your happiness. It can plant anger and hate in your heart. It can corrupt and darken the deepest recesses of your soul…
… It’s called an alarm clock.
I had a wonderful dream. It was the best one I’ve had in a loooong time. But the feeling of waking up to the realization that it was just a dream is like a terrible, gawd-awful, heart-wrenching, soul-hurting, gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
It was so lucid. It was like getting youself into a monumental sugar-high and then all of a sudden dropping you down to the depths of hell… … …all with the sound of an alarm clock.
Argh. So frustrating.
Let me borrow a quote from the great poet Marshall Mathers:
“Snap back to reality…”
…and what a “snap back” it is…
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On the lighter side of the news:
I haven’t been late for 7 working days! Haha. For 2006, that is a record for me. Yes, it’s been THAT ugly :p But it’s already 7:30am. If I’m not going to be late again today, I must stop blogging NOW… … …
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noonienoonienoonienoo…
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Ok, stopping already.
Quote Unquote
I’m a frustrated writer. I have this thing for blank sheets of paper and a pen… (or a newly created Microsoft Word document and a keyboard, if you’re a techie) I just have to write something. I believe that clean sheets of paper were meant to be written on, or printed on, or typed on… anything! Just put something on that goddamn piece of paper! (you get the point, don’t you?)
Then, after you get past the point of imploring yourself to write something, next is getting yourself to write something interesting. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to be substantial. It just has to be not boring…
…have you ever come across a really cool quote, or song, or anything of the sort that just made you go “Holy crap, I wish I’d had thought of that!” or “Damn, I wish I had written that!” Me, I’ve gone through that feeling lots of times, which is why one of my new goals in life is to write at least one thing that would make people go “Holy crap, I wish I’d had thought of that!” or “Damn, I wish I had written that!” Or, if not that, an equally nice alternative would be to at least look back at my life and see something I wrote that would make me go “Yeah, I’m glad I was the one that wrote that.”
Yeah…
