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October 08, 2008

I really felt like blogging today. The impulse I have many a times, to just write unabashedly about my thoughts and the happenings around me. But I couldn’t really settle on anything this morning (Yes, it is 5 and I am still awake) and like my blog posts recently, music seems to have been the savior. Now if you’ve already gotten sick of Coldplay’s Viva la Vida, then feel free to click away from this post because I’m declaring how much I love this song.

Like the lot of friends around me, I fell for this song the moment I heard it. Perhaps I was just feelin a lil’down the day a leaked MP3 hit my speakers one arvo, but to sum my emotions when I first heard the track I’ll quote my best mate’s words, “It just makes me feel everything’s going to be alright man”. Ditto dude.

Now as weird as Chris Martin’s eyes look in that video, I really wished they had gone with the Apple finish.

But truth is, I love Anton Corbijn’s version better. Which reveals the meaning and inspiration behind this awesome song – Depeche Mode. Did I already mention I love Depeche Mode? Well, I do. And for a time the initials D.M meant something.

So Chris’ inspiration was of DM’s wandering king roaming the world in search of ‘silence’ as Anton Corbijn explains.

And here, the inspiration, one of my all time favorite Depeche Mode tracks – Enjoy the Silence. Would you believe an uncle once told me “Depeche Mode is Satanic”.

PS: Pris, I know you’re reading this. HAPPY BIRTHDAY cousin – by namesake only ;)

  1. dazza says:

    get well soon stalker!

  2. sirp says:

    hahahaha. stop stalking me stalking you. :)

  3. dazza says:

    get well soon stalker!

  4. sirp says:

    hahahaha. stop stalking me stalking you. :)





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I’ve got you stuck in my head

October 06, 2008

There’re some ads that just get locked in our heads and remain in the recesses of our thoughts. So whenever we hear a piece of music or spot a visual cue, our brain quickly associates it with the said product or brand. Which is what any advertiser or marketer will tell you that they’ve done their job. And then there are times, it really doesn’t matter who did it first, second or third. What mattered is, who made the biggest impression.

So today, we blame it on iTunes for playing Cut Chemist’s ‘The Audience is Listening’, which had me wasting away 15mins on youTube, wiki and the other assorted online time wasting engines. The first time I heard this song was for Apple’s 2nd gen iPod ad. The concept of painting with coloured light streaks wasn’t new, but the coolness of the ad and the beat of Cut Chemist’s track, had me trekking to HMV to get his CD. True story.

Edit: Grammer, grammer kena hammer. My england so powder full, i had to change the title. :P





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Perk me up

October 06, 2008

Despite the lyrics, I love this video by The Killers. Quirky, I hope that’s me.

Read my Mind – The Killers





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Thirty-one and Jumping into Puddles

October 03, 2008

“I think you’re 25 years old.”

Hurhur, guess again. :P

I get this alot, being told I look much younger than I actually am. It is, I admit a compliment to be able to shave off some 6 years of my age. But obviously there is a bane to this as well…

“So… you still studying? Part time job?”

Nope, this is my full time gig. And I enjoy what I’m doing.

“How old are you?”

In my thirties.

“Ohhhh! Thought you were only 25 or 26. Heh heh.”

This from a group whom I reckon are 26-ish. Oh well, that is fine I guess, for I could gripe on about how people never take me seriously enough, or not giving the courtesy of respecting an elder just based on face value. Or even wax on about people looking down on someone in their thirties – not 1 of 5 ‘C’ fulfilled, single and living with parents. To dodge the bullet and come across all politically correct here – SOME people, not ALL people. And again, if you’ve been reading that is really not the point.

Thirty-One, three one, trente un, 31.

No matter how you say it, you’re still in your thirties. But seriously, should I be giving a frak? Not when I get inspired to grow old, happy with friends whom I can still laugh at and with all the time and those are times I LOVE. Well, I do get sick of them, sometimes. But… I’d still want to be jumping into puddles with them. Just like in this Sigur Rós video, come jump along!

Hoppípolla – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAYb8ZyjzD0

Hoppípolla
Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
Nema þú stendur

Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi inn í okkur
Vill springa út úr skel

Vindurinn
Og útilykt af hárinu þínu
Eg lamdi eins fast og ég get
Með nefinu mínu

Hoppípolla
I engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
I engum stígvélum

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
Og ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)

Jumpin’ into puddles

Smiling
Spinning ’round and ’round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing

Soaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shell

Wind in
And outdoor smell of your hair
I hit as fast as I could
With my nose

Hopping into puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)





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The Story Breaks

October 01, 2008

Because I’ve already covered my admiration for James Nachtway here in a previous post, I reckon I won’t re-cover it be typing a post, except to copy and paste some info to his Ted Wish being made true come October 3rd.

James Nachtwey, one of the world’s greatest photojournalists
and winner of the 2007 TEDPrize, received “one wish to change the world”:

“I’m working on a story that the world needs to know about.
I wish for you to help me break it, in a way that provides spectacular proof
of the power of news photography in the digital age.”

On October 3, the story breaks. You can help.





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The unglam cam whoring in toilets Pt II

September 30, 2008

daz_toilet_2.jpg daz_toilet_2.jpg

  1. sirp says:

    damn nice la!
    omg. nice one neighbour. :)

  2. fooi says:

    Wow… Nice!!! I can see u from the light bulb… :)

  3. sirp says:

    damn nice la!
    omg. nice one neighbour. :)

  4. fooi says:

    Wow… Nice!!! I can see u from the light bulb… :)





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Momentarily caught in this moment

September 28, 2008

Sometimes you hear a track and you really love the piece of music but have never really paid much attention to the lyrics. Or maybe that’s just me – a visual and an aural person first. And that’s the perfect of example for Röyksopp‘s, ‘Only this Moment’.

I’ve had the album for the longest time on my playlist, it came up one day and it’s been on repeat since. I love the melody and am even more in love with the lyrics now after I dug out the CD inlay from the pile of dusted CDs. At first read it comes across as a sad unrequited love song. But what I love about it is, if you stay till the end of the ride, then perhaps the journey is fulfilling for you.

Röyksopp – ‘Only this Moment’

[OK]
Only this moment
Holds us together
Close to perfection
Nothing else out there
No one to guide us
Lost in our senses
Deep down inside I know our love will die [OK]

Only this moment
Holds us together
Lost in confusion
Feelings are out there
Scared of devotion
Doubting intentions
Deep down inside I know our love will die

Stay or forever go
Play or you’ll never know
What heaven decided
You can’t deny it’s
All you’ve been waiting for

[OK]

Stay or forever go
Play or you’ll never know
Your spirit’s divided
You will decide if I’m
All you’ve been waiting for

Clouds in my head have been parted with grace
By the voice of an angel revealing her face
And her words they make sense and I do understand
Falling in love isn’t part of a plan

Forces within me mix reason with lust, but
I’ll try to accept it and not make it worse
‘Cause I know I might loose it by taking the chance,
[But] love without pain isn’t really romance [OK]

Only this moment
Holds us together
Close to perfection
Nothing else out there
Always beside her
Trusting my senses
Deep down inside I know love will survive

Only this moment
Holds us together
Close to perfection
Nothing else out there
Always beside her
Trusting my senses
Deep down inside I know love will survive

Now let’s see about getting a cover done…





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I thought I was sick of Being Yours

September 27, 2008

Ok, so how many times have you already heard Jason Mraz’s I’m yours over the radio or your irritating colleage’s iTunes playlist? Planning to jump over the cubicle partitions and wring his or her neck? Wait just a minute and check out Chris Cendana’s (another one of those YouTube sensations) cover of it.

P.S: Thank q Jeremy of Redco Photography for passing on his YouTube channel. Ok, ok. We’re both in cahoots to cross post this awesome cover! Over to the Redco blog!

  1. dazza says:

    wat’s up w/ these chrisitan boys?! ;)

  2. nickadeedooda says:

    ah, a good Christian boy too. hahahaha.

  3. dazza says:

    wat’s up w/ these chrisitan boys?! ;)

  4. nickadeedooda says:

    ah, a good Christian boy too. hahahaha.

  5. nickadeedooda says:

    omg. i think i am in love with him. funny, cute, musically inclined.

    (shite, i just realised it must sound like i’m talking about boon.)

    but yeah.

    thanks for sharing!

  6. dazza says:

    Maybe man. But then again, only people like me who can’t sing fool themselves like Idol rejects, by singing in the shower! ;)

  7. Jeremy says:

    Ehh.. ask u ah.. u think will he ever come up the next video from a scene in the toilet? :P





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My year in a night

September 26, 2008

sea.jpgHello. This is going to be a long one.

The last year has been quite a journey for me. I wouldn’t go so far as to say – tough, but I think it’s fair to say its been a rough, bumpy ride.

Why am I all of sudden so contemplative of the past 300 odd days? (Geez, it’s not even NYE yet!) Well, I finally managed to catch Wong Kar Wai’s, My Blueberry Nights. Perhaps it wasn’t his greatest film, I mean it sure as hell looked like a WKW film, but there was that WKW magic that was lacking. I even dozed off a couple of times with the DVD still spinning in the player. Which is not to say I didn’t enjoy the film, which is also the point of this blog post…

STOP! Spoiler Alert.

You’d have to agree that his films are romance stories with a pepper of unrequited love. Elizabeth (Norah Jones’ character) intending to confront her cheating BF meets Jeremy (Jude Law) in a cafe he owns. Her heart gets trampled on and broken. This is when Jeremy intoduces her to Blueberry pie. The flavour that always never gets sold.

Elizabeth: So what’s wrong with the Blueberry Pie?

Jeremy: There’s nothing wrong with the Blueberry Pie, just people make other choices. You can’t blame the Blueberry Pie, it’s just… no one wants it.

Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.

But the times she keeps re-visiting the cafe for someone to talk to, leads him to fall very much in love with her. He declares this with a kiss, with her unawares asleep. We wake to find Liz on an escapist trek away from New York city, through Memphis and then to Las Vegas, to forget the Ex. She never tells Jeremy the day she ups and leaves, but they eventually reunite via postcards and letters to each other. She meets various characters on her journey, an alcholic husband not able to let go of his estranged wife and ballsy gambler in the form of Natalie Portman. Titles inteject the film that count up the days that have passed and the city of Lizzy’s current location. Title: Days – 300, NYC. A year later she returns to NYC and pays Jeremy a visit at the cafe. Obviously we have a happy ending here and they kiss – both awake this time of course.

Ok, spoilers over.

As the credits rolled, I lay on the couch and wondered how similiar my last year and a half has been. I had my heart broken twice (does getting it broke by the same person twice, count as one or two?). I was stressed over work, had lost my sense of self and the whole meaning of it all, wondered about paths, goals and all these supposed ’5 year plans’ for myself and with others. As much as I loved the place, the people and the scope of work, I hated what I was doing as I woke up each day asking myself What am I doing?. And so after the drama, I said ‘Fuck it’, quit my stable job at the agency and jumped.

there is love in this

I floated around for a bit, deciding what to do next and in a sense embarked on a year of wondering and wandering (more slacking actually). I didn’t leave on some spiritual journey, head into the mountains, or trek across the desert (Hello, Bedok to Jurong only takes 40mins by car!), but I certainly set off into the seas. Like the continuing spinning disc in the player as I fell asleep during the film, my roaming was also left on auto-pilot as I drifted about over the tides. Not knowing where I was or where the tides were bringing me to. Ok here’s the metaphor for monetary and career stability - I drifted along happily with no shores at my feet, but never once worrying about not seeing land in sight.

Unlike the film, I didn’t end up back in NYC at the cafe – a journey to back where we started. But smiliarly, the year on these roads have brought me to find my dreams, my drive and the many things I love doing. And that is the point of it.

I risk coming across all overly poetic or like a cheesy motivational poster you find in a store manager’s office – ‘Spread your wings and fly’, ‘Life’s downs, will always come up’. But I’ve realised along the year of wandering, that the experiences gathered and the different personalities you face along the way, all connect in some wierd scheme. Everything that happens, prepares you for the next. Everyone you meet, serves you or you serve them a purpose, all in some meandering connection. And it all works out somehow despite any headache or heartache we come to.

So I’ve awokened passions, re-lit dreams and am lusting for new ones. Even without sighting any land around me, even without that regular monthly paycheck in the bank, even without that hand to hold or hair to smell each morning, I wake up everyday not hating what I do or wondering about purpose anymore. I still see no land in sight, nor do I know where these dolphins I spot are bringing me to. But the joy of that is, I love where I am more than before. No doubt a year after…





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Kids. Love’em or hate’em.

September 18, 2008

gabbo-the-joyous-child.jpgKids, I hate them.

gabbo-the-joyous-child.jpg
Gabbo – the funny nephew.

You see, if you have four nieces all between Primary 4 to 6, when they come over to the grandparents (yes, yes. I still live my parents. Bleah), the ruckus they create when they run around the house screaming, yelling, jumping and shouting – well you pretty much get the picture. No doubt the house is pretty vacant and silent with only the three of us at home, but it is the peace I very much appreciate.

Now Gabriel, the youngest of the kids and the only nephew, I reckon is much like me. The gap between his two sisters of 7 and 8 years is well, much like the age gap between my sisters and I – the youngest of three. He is a cute little fellow, who says the funniest things which makes you go ‘Where the hell did he learn that?!’ or simply bewilders you with the intelligence such a tiny being can have. And I smile when he visits, yelling for ‘Por-pers’ (Por Por), ‘Gong-Gong’ or ‘Ang-Ker Dare-rel’ from the gates.

And well, that makes me love kids – to watch such innocence, untainted, without jaded eyes, learning and growing each day. Which is not the point, if you’re wondering about my paternal instincts kicking in. Ahhhh…..awww…..

But my gawd! The yelling!!!

  1. dazza says:

    No, no, no. Kids!!! Argh!

  2. suN says:

    awww paternal instincts…. :D

  3. dazza says:

    No, no, no. Kids!!! Argh!

  4. suN says:

    awww paternal instincts…. :D





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