Blithely bare-naked

Of blithe, careless days and cool, clear sunshine.

Bare-naked ladies, bare-naked minds.

Hallelujah!

Perforations

Perforated by hmrle

I think I’ve got perforations in my head, and it’s crippling my mental ability to comprehend life and times as it is. Life’s morphing into something a little more spectacular or a little more insipid with each revolution about itself. It’s like becoming strangely wistful about the past, where you were more certain of what and who you were, or at least I was.

The overexposure to uncensored, flamboyant, shameless  media entraps you, heralding curious thoughts; undesirable arousals. When certain realizations come to light, would you call it succumbing to unfathomable frights or an inner awakening?

You are running towards a cul-de-sac and the vista through it in the prussian night is bleak and dreary.

The ocean is closed today.

Sunrise Coast by fayeana

Pale, teal blue, shallow shores

Dark, carolina blue skies

Undulating clouds billow by, pompous, ostentatious.

A perfect little bit of oddity.

Yellow!

I have an absolutely delightful knack at year-long hibernation(s), don’t I?

It took me quite awhile to come back here because there were way too many factors to take into mind. Considering the fact that I last left (okay, twice left) because my friends were adamant about the fact that I was not really living the times and making sense with my words.  Apparently I was still stagnant in my own alternate reality and droning endlessly to myself with my random spurts of WordPress entries. I wrote random book reviews, random absent-minded (which by the way, does not mean stupid, if you’re dim enough to think it as that, instead it means : In deep thoughts and heedless of present circumstances or activities; preoccupied. Alright I cheated, I Googled.)  posts, random Japanese songs. As I look back upon my archives, I’m not ashamed about my style of writing, granted it was queer at times, but I kinda wish I wrote more. I kinda wish I found more in life to write about. Well, hey, whatever.

No, you don’t have to count on me to give you a thorough update about my life in the past year. Let me try to sum it up in a sentence : No sex, no relationships, no booze (okay, there was booze), still perennially annoyed at relentless Evangelists, got 30/100 for Additional Math and Physics for Mid-Year examinations, celebrated a random Earth day by sitting by a battery-powered table lamp and struggled to complete Additional Mathematics in the near-darkness,  was surprisingly nonchalant about the big ‘O’ (not orgasm), got into Meridian Junior College and got to know a classmate who sings like Lambert, still love and still am singing, made friends, lost friends, am struggling to hold onto that disintegrating thread of passion I still have for English and fucked myself over by wearing a dress. Damn, I am in awe at how good I am at such things.  Nonetheless, if you, my dear reader, intends to browse through this blog, I’ll say be prepared for a whole lot of digressing.

I can feel this turning into a fuck long essay already.

It was never part of my intention to gain a whole bus-load of readers. Okay well, I used to pray fervently that it would happen but it never did. Hey, before you snigger at my naively self-indulgent thoughts, catch hold of the fact that I used to, I don’t still do, sugar. Despite those feelings, I never really caught steam with readers. Perhaps it was my odd eclectic style of writing or the fact that nobody really wants to decipher your cryptic shit after a long day out/ in, whatever. Everybody wants to see a whole fuck-load of bimbotic pictures, more verification about a person’s vanity, emotional outbursts and degradation of another being, accidental blurts of scandals, your friend, your friend’s friend or just any random stranger’s examination results (if those winsome souls post it without a care in their hair). I know what you’re thinking, I prolly (yes, it’s slang for probably and I like the way it rolls of my tongue) think the exact same way. Ya know, I never quite understood why I make an effort to explain myself all the time. Must be that annoying perfectionist kicking into my senses again. When I read the ordinary blogs of plebeians, I go for the exact same stuff (and more), let’s not pretend we aren’t all similar in one way or another.

No worries, it’s pretty liberal ’round these areas.

It has always been an absolute pain for me to focus on a subject matter to write about without digressing into my whimsical thoughts. So I’m not gonna even bother about keepin’ riveted to a topic this time ’round. It would take a toll on my mental health.

C’mon are you tired already? That was just my little welcome back party for myself.

Grab a coffee, let’s read on.

BICKFORD’S, MORAL DECAY (PART ONE) & A VINTAGE CHEVROLET CORVETTE.

You have no idea how long I debated with myself on whether I should type it as ‘A Vintage Corvette Chevrolet’ to snap the rhyming into place. Screw you, the little one hell of a perfectionist living in my head.

Bickford’s, moral degradation and a Chevrolet Corvette have nothing in relation to each other, so don’t even try spinning mindless connections.

Have I mentioned Bickford’s Lemon Lime & Bitters is a perfect concoction by man? It comes in a beautiful glass bottle to boot. Okay lemme get back to my case.

I don’t believe I’ve seen moral degradation reach such an incredible height in my life. Back in the day, scandals, dissatisfactions and blunt criticisms were  met with much hoopla. And damn did it make life so much more simple. If you’ had opinions, prolly half your comrades or acquaintances thought the same way. There were no bothersome beatin’ ’round the fucking rosemary bush or running around the posies. People knew they were being bitched about and they either embraced it or whined like babies about it (get a grip, you must have some major issues up your ass if you know you suck and won’t make a change). At least it was open yet subtle back then; most all your friends stood on the same plane as you did, and the endless bitching ensued, it sounds shallow, childish and sinful (oh god!) let’s go back to the same cliched thought – everybody has done it before. It was blunt, yet not overly done like said scenario:

Faggothead: She’s sucha hypocrite, fucking social predator pouncing on people, then bashing them poor things behind their backs.

Regina: Her over-the-top cheerfulness irks me. Seriously how annoying can she-

(Sweetpea who irks Regina bounces past like a bumblebee after a fuckin Sunflower.)

Faggothead: Hey honey, c’mon over we’re bitchin’ about ya hypocritical ass!

(Okay I know what you’re thinking : This bitch has serious issues about transposing into the different phases of adolescence.)

Then, when these bitches disperse and congregate in different institutions, and some knew others, while others knew none, the bashing became hushed yet extensive. Odd, no? Nah. I’d rather loud bitching then soft hushed ‘I seem to love you so much but I actually really hate your guts’ ostentatiousness. When you have friends who stand upon different planes as you, it ups the complexity a whole notch. Hey, at least people bother to polish up the façade they take pains to maintain. Life gets tough on everyone doesn’t it. Harsh. Ouch.

At least I’ve still got some way cool and awesome people around me. But still, I miss that certain insouciant bluntness that surrounded me every single day; said scenario:

Regina: I’m not going for prom.

Faggothead: Yeah, me too. Don’t wanna shave.

Good times.

I’m not done with moral decay yet, shall continue it at a later time.

I love sketches, I especially love this Chevy Corvette.

A Sketch of A Chevrolet Corvette.

P/S: My flower petals in a glass bottle are rotting and they now smell like beer. Awesome balls.

Dunman Choir.

(From left, Shaun, Eugene, Wei Chong, Mark, Si Hui, Xin Min, Leon, Jeremiah, Raymond, Shiu Heng, Lynn, Kodi, Nisya, Debbie, Joycelyn, Tessandra, Sheri, Wei Qing, Georgina, Iris, Joanna)

Joining Dunman Choir has been the greatest blessing of my life. Knowing everybody in Dunman Choir and Mr Toh has been the greatest blessing of my life, and I couldn’t ask for more.

I remember how every single time a batch of seniors step down and graduate from choir, I would think: damn, we’re goners. And when it’s our turn you begin to realize that everything is so hard to swallow, because it’s so hard to not let choir be part of your life any more. (Chokes) I’m suffering from choir withdrawal already. Everybody was probably afraid of not continuing the legacy the seniors left for us, I’m so happy we did it! (I’ve got to let this appear in this postat least once.)

GOLD WITH HONOURS!

Oh my god how I wish we recorded that very moment when the results were announce. There has never been a happier moment in my life, and Joanna just kept crying and crying. It’s been an awfully rocky road but all’s well that ends well. Thank you for making this a beautiful closure for us.

対象a

ひぐらしのなく頃に 解

対象a | anNina

anNina consists of singer Annabel and composer inazawa who first collaborated on a ending song in the anime *ひぐらしのなく頃に 解 (Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Kai)’s 対象a (Taishou a). 対象a is a hauntingly beautiful piece of music; Higurashi makes up for it’s sadistic and ofter difficult to understand plot and blood infested gory scenes with very very good opening and ending songs.

One advice though, never watch Higurashi alone in front of the computer at 3am in the morning, you’ll probably freak out like I did.

*ひぐらしのひぐらしのなく頃に 解く頃に 解 ( When Cicadas Cry). The hiragana な is the official part of the title.

Don’t watch Higurashi if you can’t even seem to understand normal follow through plots of other anime (eg Elfen Lied maybe?), because the different arcs – like Onikakushi-hen, Minagoroshi-hen and Matsuribayashi-hen ,Yakusamashi-hen ect would confuse the hell out of you.

The two opening songs of the anime (for both ひぐらしのなく頃に & ひぐらしのなく頃に 解) are sung by Shimamiya Eiko, which I will cover in the next post.

anNina

inazawa
Born in 1979, blood type O. Prefers introspective music. He has worked under the name Campanella before, and has met Annabel when she was lending her vocals to one of their works.
Website:
studioCampanella web

Annabel
Born in Argentina, currently living in Japan. She likes old books and has started singing in 2005. She has also performed under the name binaria.
Blog:
ANNALOG
Official web site:
http://www.voltagenation.com/annina/

-lastfm

Japanese Lyrics

対象a (Taishou a) by anNina
作詞: interface
作曲: inazawa

貴方の亡骸に土をかける
それが禁じられていたとしても
純粋なまなざしの快楽には
隠しきれない誘惑があった

どうして罪があるのだろう
どうして罰があるのだろう

骨の尖はあまりにも白く
無限につづく闇をさそった
何もかもがあざやかにみえて
すぐに消えてしまう

あなたの思い出に鍵をかける
それが損なわれていたとしても
狂おしい愛情の奥底には
抑えきれない衝動があった

かけらをひろい集めながら
夢の終わりを待っていた

罪があるのは諦めているから
罰があるのは求めすぎるから
何もかもが置き去りにされて
まわる　まわりつづける

朝がくれば笑えるだろうか
あの日のように笑えるだろうか
失くしたものは何ひとつないと
願う　願いつづける

Japanese Romaji

Anata no nakigara ni tsuchi o kakeru

Sore ga kinjirarete ita to shite mo
Junsui na manazashi no kairaku ni wa

Kakushikirenai yuuwaku ga atta

Doushite tsumi ga aru no darou
Doushite batsu ga aru no darou

Hone no saki wa amari ni mo shiroku
Mugen ni tsuzuku yami o sasotta
Nani mo kamo ga azayaka ni miete
Sugu ni kiete shimau
Anata no omoide ni kagi o kakeru
Sore ga sokonawarete ita to shite mo
Kuruoshii aijou no okusoko ni wa
Osaekirenai shoudou ga atta

Kakera o hiroiatsumenagara
Yume no owari o matte ita

Tsumi ga aru no wa akiramete iru kara
Batsu ga aru no wa motomesugiru kara
Nani mo kamo ga okizari ni sarete
Mawaru mawaritsuzukeru

Asa ga kureba waraeru darou ka
Ano hi no you ni waraeru darou ka
Nakushita mono wa nani hitotsu nai to
Negau negaitsuzukeru

English Translation

I pile soil onto your corpse
Even if that was forbidden
In the bliss of your innocent gaze
There was an incompletely hidden temptation

Why do sins exist?
Why do punishments exist?

The extremities of your bone was white
And invited the infinitely continuing darkness
Just about everything might seem vivid

But disappears at once.
I lock up your memories
Even if they were to be damaged
At the depths of this crazed love
There was an irrepressible impulse

While I gathered up the pieces
I was waiting for the end of the dream

Because those who have sins are giving up
Because those who have punishments yearn too much
Just about everything might be abandoned
And spin, keep on spinning

Will I be able to laugh when morning comes?
Will I be able to laugh like I did on that day?
I wish, I keep on wishing
That I wouldn’t lose anything

There might be many many variations of translation because the original lyrics do not specify subject in some parts.

Load of garble.

I’ve loved Arashi since forever. ever. ever.

I’m reading Hugh Laurie’s ’96 book,The Gun Seller now. It’s an almost depressing fact that I can’t seem to get hold of it at Kino, go get new stock for god’s sake. I’m practically gorging my eyes out to read the book properly on my screen – which evidently sucks. There’s so many things that I wanna do, like, goddamnit …

Books
The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories by Leo Tolstoy ( now I’m really skeptical about how good this book is. Heavens I don’t even know why I bought it, I mean, I don’t even know that Russian author.)
That really thick and amazingly cheap collection of stories by Samuel Clemens or in layman terms, Mark Twain.
READ LOLITA. FINISH LOLITA. English is not even the native language of Lolita’s author Vladimir Nabokov! The whole book is so not easy to read, because dear Vlady decides to flaunt his comprehension of English and oh goodness the vocabulary that he uses.

Oh well, back to Laurie. He’s so good you know, you can almost taste the sarcasm, British-humour and his approach to writing as if he was narrating the story as himself. No less than himself. No less than himself, yes, yes.

xxx

Oh, and I have this great big worry that my sanity is running wild! Oh it’s because whatever I say, whatever I type, oh whatever I write, I think of it as a tune, a melody… a hymn, a song. Oh and it’s bugging me, why is this happening? Is it because my brain had rot, while I was watching Sweeney Todd.

Oh I am dreaming of a carole where the people are all on parole and and they’re singing an aria followed by Ave Maria!

Have I lost my marbles? Because now I’m speaking garble. Oh this is all so frightening not at all enlightening; I’m entombed in my room! Looking down at the world in dismay, I promise for you all I’ll pray…I’ll pray, I’ll pray.

Boston

BOSTON | AUGUSTANA

You must be fairly retarded if this doesn’t sound familiar to you…okay no I’m kidding. Boston has been featured on The O.C, One Tree Hill, Scrubs and god knows where; well it’s always on the tv anyway. The slower version orginally debuted on Augustana’s first album, the 2003 Midwest Skies and Sleepless Mondays (clocking in at 4:18 mins & is also the one that I’ve uploaded here); the faster and more recent version is off their 2005 album, All The Stars and Boulevards.

The cover for Midwest Skies and Sleepless Mondays seem always to be in a ridiculously bad resolution and a pixellated eye-sore, so i used their re-released version album cover.

Boston – Augustana

In the light of the sun
Is there anyone
Oh it has begun
Oh dear you look so lost
Eyes are red
And tears are shed
The world you must have crossed
You said

You don’t know me
And you don’t even care
Oh yeah
She said you don’t know me
And you don’t wear my chains
Oh yeah
Yeah

Essential yet appealed
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field
When flowers gaze at you
They’re not the only ones
Who cry when they see you
You said

You don’t know me
And you don’t even care
Oh yeah
She said you don’t know me
And you don’t wear my chains
Oh yeah

She said I think I’ll go to Boston
Think I’ll start a new life
I think I’ll start it over
Where no one knows my name
I’ll get out of California
I’m tired of the weather
Think I’ll get a lover
And fly him out to Spain
I think I’ll go to Boston
I think that I’m just tired
I think I need a new town
To leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise
I’m tired of a sunset
I hear it’s nice in the summer
Some snow would be nice
Oh yeah

You don’t know me
and you don’t even care
Oh yeah

Boston
No one knows my name
Yeah
No one knows my name
No one knows my name
Yeah

Boston
No one knows my name

My Dear Machine

Fuck the reviews, I don’t have no mood to write any potter now.

MY DEAR MACHINE | SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHER

download at the ‘downloads’ link to your left. (Noisetrade)

I love Leigh Nash and her mild sarcasm in the first line. Sixpence None the Richer’s first official release in 2008 since back in 2004. Their last release was ‘The Best Of Sixpence None the Richer’, which by the way, was an awesome compilation.

My Dear Machine – Sixpence None the Richer

I broke your trust, and let you rust
So sorry, my dear machine
Broken down to the muddy ground
What a dismal backyard scene

My dear machine’s been idle so long
Now it’s time for another drive
Please can you take me where
I want to go
Though I let you rust
My dear machine

And if I must, I will adjust
My methods, my dear machine
No more neglect, don’t mean respect
And the road that will never end

My dear machine’s been idle so long
Now it’s time for another drive
Please can you take me where
I want to go
Though I let you rust
My dear machine
My dear machine
(repeat)

My dear machine
My dear machine

5 Reasons Why

There’s this question that people always ask me, and it’s becoming kinda irritating lately so I usually brush them off with a “It’s because I can’t be bothered to.” Not that I mean it in such a crude manner ( you’ll know what I’m talking about later) but I’ve been bombarded with this question for a time too many.

Now here comes the heavyweight question.

“Why do you reply so (fucking) slowly?”

The best thing is there are many variations of this question, eg. “Why do you reply so slowly on MSN?” , “Why does it take you so long to reply my sms?” and the list goes on. & hence I shall clarify this once and for all.

Usually there are only 2 reasons why I reply so slowly. Firstly, my not very clever head just happened to forget that I was actually talking to somebody, probably because I’m really engrossed in something (for now, it’ll be typing this post). Secondly, it’s not I don’t want to reply. It’s I don’t know what to reply you.

5 reasons why I reply so slowly

1. One question I never fail to hesitate to answer to is “What are you doing now?” .For one, if I tell you what I’m doing now, you’ll probably not understand, or it could be that I have no wish to tell you that I’m surfing porn(no, i’m partly kidding), or I just can’t be bothered to tell you.

Take this mock conversation as an example. What would it be like if I’m currently remodding my foobar music player, trying to sort out my bookmarks in IE, Opera & Mozilla , trying to upload a music file, blog hopping, watching Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind(too much a mouthful really), wondering why my file is downloading so slowly, trying to finish research for a project and talking to an annoying bugger like you?

This is what happens.

Annoying bugger: Hi!/Hello/some weird emoticon featuring some deformed thing giving salutations
Annoying bugger says: What are you doing now?
Annoyed sheri says: Oh so you wanna know?
Annoying bugger: err ya.

Annoyed sheri: I see. Currently I am downloading plugins for my foobar200 because I think it looks awfully plain, opening 3 different browsers(Internet Explorer v7.0, Mozilla Firefox v3.0 & Opera v9.5) simultaneously to organise my bookmarks, waiting for an agonizingly slow music file to be fully uploaded onto Fileden, reading a bitch’s blog, Watching Eternal Sunshine of (blah)…, thinking about Titanic, trying to complete some homework (are you interested in what subject it is?), and trying to explain to you in layman’s terms what the fuck I’m doing. By the way is this the 100th time you’ve talked to me on MSN & the 100th time you’ve asked me this same fucking question?

Whenever somebody asks me this question, my brain automatically deletes any memory of ever talking to this person and the blinking conversation is left to rot on my taskbar. However, if you ask me this once in a shocking blue moon and not every single time you initiate to talk to me, I’ll be more than glad to answer you. Seriously, I’m not as crude as I’m appearing to be in this post.

2. I forgot to switch off the computer and went to sleep. Also, I do not have the habit of appearing offline, or stating I’m Away /Busy in my status. It’s not technically my fault. My brain just doesn’t function that way!

3. I’m currently watching an extremely interesting (more interesting than you…okay, maybe not) movie/ tv show on my computer. You don’t expect me to pause every 5 seconds because the conver window KEEPS blinking do you? And don’t you dare nudge.

4. Simple. I have a really fine excuse that I’m studying for a biology test…

No, I just don’t wanna talk to you.

5. If I could clump a lot of excuses together it’ll be : lost my phone/phone ran out of battery/lost battery charger/ brother was playing with my phone/ brother was on the computer not me/ went to bathe/ went to the toilet/ was watching tv et cetera et cetera et cetera.

So much for my excuses. The reasons just get shorter and less logical.