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Half a page.

From a band fondly welcomed back to the fold after being lost in the dream, to another that would have gone virtually unknown, save for a chance meeting at a website named after a farming tool…

It must have been a slow year music-wise, for I do not yet know for sure what my favourite album for 2014 will be. Yes, there may already be a few in line for the crown, but at times like these, it seems unthinkable to look so far ahead when the past has yet to be.

There are the ones that simply give you the feels – screaming pure euphoria even for just a moment, as carefree notes and minute staccatos dance lightly upon your skin.

Then there are the ones that pull you deeper into gloom – a gathering storm over the horizon, making more woe of yesterday’s flaws and drowning you further in today’s sorrows.

And there are the ones that you care absolutely nothing for – simply breezing you by, unaware, unnoticed and unloved, as you spend another four minutes of your lifetime functioning on autopilot mode.

No sooner than that and it all begins to fade into nothingness. Like a love song tirelessly played to kingdom come, it numbs and strips all of its intended meaning, leaving you no better than when it first started.

Details of this entry.Monday, July 28, 2014, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Disappearing, The War on Drugs

Never mind.

Having been pelted with words harsh and unkind, there is not much fiery imagination left to the mind. For we sail indeed in waters that bite, even as we slowly disappear out of sight.

Hopeless and useless as one can be, there is no more salvation as far as the eyes can see.

Already a failure, but not yet a loser.

So it is tempting, yes, to draw these old and faded curtains to a close, and buy a brand new one of colours sparkling gold and red as a rose.

Oh, but to again have that sense of pure wonderment and child-like naivety wash over you from head to toe; nothing a sudden rush of goosebumps and a furiously beating heart could not tide you through.

Perhaps it is time to simply dust it all away with a kiss off into the air, and quietly start over without much fanfare.

Details of this entry.Saturday, July 05, 2014, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Lean, The National


Blink. Lightning crashes. A snap of the finger. And here we are again, staring blankly at the face of the sixth month of the year.

Disgraced starlets, fallen heroes and crying firstborns; secret hideouts, open windows and a pair of black, shiny boots so well worn, you would think they have been all over the world and back again. Twice.

The journey to get here has been tumultuous to say the least, and yet the intended destination is still far out of reach of many. The much longed for fast-forward button, even if made available, may not have been able to work its magic to the fullest; there are mountains too high to climb, oceans too deep to cross, lands too vast to tread on.

Then again, we make but only a small dent in this big bang of a universe; a tiny speck of dust floating through the only golden stream of sunlight. This is an equation that hardly does any justice in the law of mathematics, for we are here not by design but by necessity, in order to take on a mission unknown to humanity.

We could have stopped and smelled the roses, but weekends that go by too swiftly simply ought to be outlawed.

Details of this entry.Sunday, June 01, 2014, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Lean, The National

Like a broken record.

Three decades on, and yet there is nothing to show for.

A large canvas spread across the sand, blank and clean with only the fondest of memories to draw upon.

There may have been plenty of blood, sweat and tears, and double, double toil and trouble; but even with an acute sense of timing and a quick dash of luck, it still may not be enough.

Reality is hardly a game where you simply match candies of the same colour, freely buy vowels and sell consonants, and casually pick up gold coins left behind in a village tavern – and then expect words of victory to flash across the screen before breezing through to the next level, as though it were one of life’s many privileges.

Nothing stops for man and time, but I find myself increasingly longing for the good old days when I could stop and smell the roses, and not have to keep up with the Joneses.

Details of this entry.Thursday, May 01, 2014, filed under Personal.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Lean, The National

Dodge this.

Digital rain.

There was that fond sense of familiarity usually associated with finally meeting a long-lost friend, but goosebumps continued to race along my skin during that recent one weekend.

I could still remember the lines as clear as day, right down to the exact words that they would say.

I could still recall the scenes that would come next, aside from some nagging moments that left me perplexed.

And yet, it felt as though I was watching the movies for the very first time. There was plenty of noodle baking over outright fiction, despicable truths and virtual realities; some mind-numbing dialogues paired by countless jaw-dropping visuals; and the occasional adrenaline rush that came with gravity-defying stunts seemingly reserved only for super flexible yoga practitioners.

It could be that I was looking at them from a different perspective; with the eyes of one that is now older, wiser and burdened with all the worries in the world – in stark contrast to the younger, careless and unscrupulous teenager I once was.

But watching the movie trilogy at one sitting, back to back, makes it a wholesome new experience from start to end – like a secret coming of age, or the completion of a certain rite of passage. Of course, it soon became apparent that I had invested more than just six hours of my time, for at some point, it finally dawned on me that it has been fifteen years since the release of the first movie.

Fifteen long years.

Was I ever that young once?

Now that was mindblowing.

Details of this entry.Monday, March 31, 2014, filed under Personal.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.In Reverse, The War on Drugs

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