College feat. Electric Youth / A Real Hero
Back against the wall and odds
with the strength of a will and a cause
Your pursuits are called outstanding
You’re emotionally complex
Against a grain of dystopic claims
not the thoughts your actions entertain
and you, have proved, to be
a real human being and a real hero.
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Somebody should give Cliff Martinez an award for this song and for the entire score of Drive. Watch the film and appreciate this song in a totally different light.
People will never understand what kind of gratitude I have for these five guys. My affection for this humble band from San Diego has become much more than a regular case of fan syndrome. It has become a friendship and a genuine human connection that their music and lyrics have built over the different seasons of my life. Their songs have been imprinted in the fibers of my being and with that, I will keep on living for an existence that is beyond this moment here.
Thank you Jon, Tim, Chad, Drew and Jerome.
Tracianne and Trasienne twins of Your Evil Twin.
They’re pretty cool. Their style reminds me a little bit of Rumi Neely and a rated PG version of Terry Richardson. Ah, the idyllic life of wearing your hair down, photography + traveling.
I feel the jealous feeling of seeing the life you always wanted being lived by somebody else. I settle for wishful thinking for now.
Dear Daisy,
I want you to know that someday, you’re going to look back to these days and remember and cringe how much you dislike the person you had become. What happened to you? You’re a hollow cage of flesh and bones. A broken cistern that could never stay filled. You’re a crooked soul trying to stay up straight with bended, frail limbs. Everything inside you is everything you hate. You deliberately give yourself away to this world that ruins you. Congratulations. You experienced your definition of a good life, but you’re losing grasp of the only Love you know. Your life is a sand hill, gradually and steadily being blown and carried by the wind until what is left is only a remnant of what should have been a golden existence.
Let it go, Daisy. Just let it go. I’m down on my knees and I’m begging you. My arms are clasped together. My eyes are filled with tears. I am trembling for you. Save what is left of you. This life is not yours for the wasting. This world does not hold your soul. Take your final bow from this abysmal stage. Get off your high chair of self-interest. Take off that fading crown of shame and curse.
Open up your fist, Daisy. The chain is already broken.
Let it go.
0729 PM, Brown couch
He doesn’t know who I am. And he doesn’t give a damn about me. Besides the coincidental jeepney rides and the stolen glances, I don’t know much about him either. But I like him all the more.
And the story plays out the same way it has always been.
Maybe it’s time to change the game once and for all?
Jonathan Safran Foer released the book Tree of Codes back in 2010. It is a complete work of art. I saw a copy of it in Fullybooked just this afternoon and I couldn’t get over it. What he did was that he carved an entirely new story out of his favorite book, Street of Crocodiles. He cut out majority of the words from the original story in order to create a new one. Being an artwork, more than a book, the challenging part was left for the publishers. It’s definitely a first of its kind. Here’s a video of the making of Tree of Codes.
The Paper Kites / Bloom
Can I be close to you?
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For that one person I’m still hoping to be close with.
Moonrise Kingdom, 2012
Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola once again team up as writers for this film (I think they co-wrote The Darjeeling Limited?). The trailer looks like a typical Anderson movie. I like everything about it - the typeface, the scoring, the sepia tint, the vintage ’60s feel. Promising, indeed.
Artillery
We were discussing about freedom and imprisonment in our documentary class today. Someone said that being imprisoned doesn’t have to be in the confines of a cell, a mental institution or in a room. Sometimes, imprisonment happens with the self.
And this is true.
I feel like I am always in battle with my self. I always write about this here because it’s a thought that can never escape my head. I’m weighing myself down. I am holding myself back. There’s a war inside of me. Everyday, nuclear bombs are dropped, artilleries are fired and casualties pile up. It’s a never-ending battle where everyone is on the losing side. My sickness is my self.
If only I can get rid of that area of my brain, or that chemical in my system that produces fear. Would I be a happier then?
My fears have ultimately worn me out.
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“The boy felt jealous of the freedom of the wind, and saw that he could have the same freedom. There was nothing to hold him back except himself.” (Coelho, The Alchemist)
