Today while driving ABBA’s Chiquitita came on and i started singing along but ended up almost crying. like seriously. I think its such a touching song. And singing along to ABBA is always, always fun.
then otw back i had a very scary panic attack because i couldnt find my parked car even though i was sure i parked right by the exit. walked around and around frantically for almost 15 minutes and was almost in tears when i decided to re-enter the building and try to calm down and gather my thoughts and trace my steps and it turns out i was on the wrong floor.
back in the car i was still recovering from the panic so i turned on the radio and sang along to imogen heap and michael buble which helped me calm down a bit then michael jackson came on and of course singing along to beat it and billie jean – how can you not feel awesome singing along to those?
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.
It’s the little things They pulled me in and I’m defenceless I try to ignore like I’ve done before but it’s just useless
I’ve made up my mind that I’m gonna let you in And I’m not afraid but I have to say
This is gonna hurt if it ever ends But somehow you out shattered my defence This is gonna hurt if it ever starts So promise you’ll be careful with my heart
It’s the things you do They made me fall hard for you and I can’t help it And it’s every day that I feel this way So just don’t stop it
I’ve made up my mind that I’m gonna let you in And I’m not afraid but I have to say
This is gonna hurt if it ever ends But somehow you out shattered my defence This is gonna hurt if it ever starts So promise you’ll be careful with my heart
I won’t make excuses They just all seem useless You don’t have the time I guess I’ll take my chances now that I know love is on the line
This is gonna hurt if it ever ends But somehow you out shattered my defence This is gonna hurt if it ever starts So promise you’ll be careful with my heart
Does a soundtrack make or break a movie, no matter how good the movie is? Not sure myself, but I’ve come to realise that the movies I list as my favourites all have elements of music in them, more than just the soundtrack. In fact, you could almost say they are musicals. Firstly, the is the magnificent Phantom of The Opera. If there’s one thing that fascinates me more than music, its multi-talented individuals, in this case, its actors/actresses who can also carry a tune quite impressively.
Among my other favourites are Les Choristes, Paris je t’aime, Corpse Bride, August Rush, and In America. Not your typical blockbuster line up, thats for sure. But the melodies that these movies weave together with their stories makes them that much more memorable. Music has an inexplicable way to it, to touch you in places you never thought you had, drawing out forgotten emotions and pricking life back into a lifeless being. It paints a picture full of a thousand rainbows for you to immerse yourself in, even if you aren’t a synesthete. Bad reviews aside, a movie that I’ve been dying to watch is Across the Universe – only because it features some of my favourite songs.
Recently I was reminded of the quiet awesomeness that is Iron and Wine while doing some research about the movie Twilight. Teenage vampire love stories are quite far from palatable to me, but on account of the magnificent “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” suggested by actress Kristen Stewart (who plays Bella Swan) I am actually considering watching it. Only for the end song lol!
I’m not happy with this blog. Thinking of redoing it somehow. For starters, there’s a lot of real wasted space, and it takes forever to load. And school starts too soon…
I will never be, I will never be tall, no And I will never be, never ever be sure of it all Oh, why is the world so cruel to me When all, all I ever want to be is anything I’m not
Gimme a break, a little escape I am so tired of being me I wanna be free, I wanna be new and different Anything I’m not I’m not
I will never be, I will never be you, no I will always be, I will always be me, that I know But oh, even though I’m happy being me I want to get away from all this harsh reality, oh
Gimme a break, a little escape I am so tired of being me I wanna be free, I wanna be new and different Anything I’m not
Yeah, gimme a break, a little escape I am so tired of being me I wanna be free, I wanna be new and different Anything I’m not Anything I’m not Oh, anything I’m not
Gimme a break, a little escape I am so tired of being me I wanna be free, I wanna be new and different Anything I’m not
Yeah, gimme a break, a little escape I am so tired of being me I wanna be free, I wanna be new and different Anything I’m not Anything I’m not Anything I’m not Anything I’m not Anything I’m not
This is just mind-boggling. How this guy got all his old electronics to perform in a kind of orchestra is amazing. Song played by these parts in Radiohead’s “Nude”.
You have to listen to the whole thing, the first minute is kind of werid and boring but after that its just pure genius. it adds up to the experience!
This is what the guy had to say:
“Radiohead held an online contest to remix “Nude” from their album – “In Rainbows” This was quite a difficult task for everybody that entered, as Nude is in 6/8 timing, and 63bpm. Most music that’s played in clubs is around 120bpm and usually 4/4 timing. It’s pretty difficult to seamlessly mix a waltz beat into a DJ set.
This resulted in lots of generic entries consisting of a typical 4/4 beat, but with arbitrary clips from “Nude” thrown in so that they qualified for the contest.
Thom Yorke joked at the ridiculousness of it in an interview for NPR radio, hinting that they set the competition to find out how people would approach such a challenging task.
I decided to take the piss a bit, as the contest seemed to be in that spirit.
Based on the lyric (and alternate title) “Big Ideas: Don’t get any” I grouped together a collection of old redundant hardware, and placed them in a situation where they’re trying their best to do something that they’re not exactly designed to do, and not quite getting there.
It doesn’t sound great, as it’s not supposed to.
Sinclair ZX Spectrum – Guitars (rhythm & lead) Epson LX-81 Dot Matrix Printer – Drums HP Scanjet 3c – Bass Guitar Hard Drive array – Act as a collection of bad speakers – Vocals & FX”
So in our household there is somewhat of an oddity at works. My brothers love to cook (ok, one of them loves to, the others like it more than I do), and I am particularly averse to standing anywhere near the kitchen stove. On the other hand, I am quite enamored with any kind of hardware/tool. Screwdriver. Compass. Spirit level. Power drill. Yum!
Our house seems to have a doorknob demon; so far 4 doorknobs have messed up. Twice in my brothers room, once my parents, and most recently (just now) our doorknob refused to open. My brothers’ room was really ok; they had a connecting bathroom so they could still get in and out of their room. All we have is a balcony and no way are we going to climb out of it every day to get in/out. But no worries, this is just the sort of thing I relish. out come the assortment of makeshift tools (I lost or misplaced my screwdriver in my incredibly messy room) so it was palette knives (the very same and new ones we gave my sis for her birthday and this is their first service to us lol)and scissors and a compass to the rescue.
My brother soon joined us through the balcony. He climbed out of his balcony and walked across the roof to ours. What was funny was the neighbors thought he was a thief/intruder, plus he was carrying two steak knives. Anyways in the end i didn’t need the knives, just a pair of (t)rusty old scissors. Pushed out the knob and pulled in the….thingy. haha. Doorknobs-0, Maryam-2.5. ( i helped my brother with their second doorknob disaster before). Of course now we have a hole in our door where the doorknob should be, but at least we can get in and out 😛
on a totally unrelated note, I Love this song!!!! its such a good song if you’re feeling depressed or sad, because when you are feeling like that you don’t want some sunshine-rainbows-butterflies song to make you feel better. you need something like this. exactly. by the way, i would’ve uploaded a live version but there wasn’t one that was good enough in quality. so take a really good listen because it is worth it. they are both perrfect.
Sewing Machine/Details in the Fabric
by Jason Mraz feat James Morrison
Calm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed instead Of running around And pulling all your threads and Breaking yourself up
If it’s a broken part, replace it But, if it’s a broken arm then brace it If it’s a broken heart then face it
And hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your own name And go your own way
And everything will be fine Everything will be fine mmmhmm
Hang on Help is on the way Stay strong I’m doing everything
Hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your name And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine Everything
Are the details in the fabric Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow Hell, no reason, go on and scream If you’re shocked it’s just the fault Of faulty manufacturing.
Yeah everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Everything
Hold your own And know your name And go your own way
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way) Is it Mother Nature’s sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name) Hell no reason go on and scream If you’re shocked it’s just the fault (Go your own way) Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will hold
Wekala, just coz it goes with the title…and its also my history assignment
our site analysis and client interview was due on friday. that meant a whole week of sleepless nights. but in the end we have to redo it. just when i thought i would be able to enjoy the weekends!!! so i had to scrap my plans of going home on friday. had to instead, be in kaed up to 4 am. thank god some people have cars and i didn’t have to walk all the way back. i was also out of clean clothes then, and my dinner consisted of roti sweetie. on the way home today the car exploded. yup. thank god we were at the gas station at the time. actually i was sitting in the front passenger seat and moi papitos was filling the tires (why does it say tyres is spelled wrong?)when i hear this boom! i thought one of the tires exploded but it was actually the radiator.
“hari ni minyak dah sampai ke belum eh?” a snippet of conversation you don’t hear everyday unless you work at a gas station
The Perishers – Pills
I hope my smile can distract you I hope my fists can fight for two So it never has to show And you’ll never know
I hope my love can blind you I hope my arms can bind you So you’ll never have to see What we’ve grown to be
One may think we’re alright But we need pills to sleep at night We need lies to make it through the day We’re not ok
One may think we’re doing fine But if I had to lay it on the line We’re losing ground with every passing day We’re not ok
But that’s one thing I would never One thing I would never That’s one thing I would never say to you
so i was using the net, like always. and i felt like listening to i’m callin you by outlandish and then i went on a whirlwind of wikipedia, google, and youtune scouring them all for interviews etc etc. i get obsessive quite often. this morning it was mike rowe (of dirty jobs fame)
then i stuble upon this interview by the islam channel and this guy named hamza robertson was being interviewed, so i check out his music. then in the same interview the host says dawud, and i check up dawud wharnsby ali‘s music. and stuff about him. i knew he was Canadian but apparently he was born in kitchener ontario! thats where i was born! so my i’m thinking, what if my parents knew him? unlikely, since he reverted to islam in 1993 and we moved to the us in 194 and even before islam he was a singer person so he wouldn’t have stayed in small town Kitchener i guess. but that is cool. he came to Malaysia i think, ilham went with ala if I’m not mistaken. he should come again, like have this mega nasheed concert with outlandish, sami yusuf, zain bikha, hamza et al. yup they should definitely come.
look into my eyes – beautiful song!!! also our creation by hamza robertson
*yes, i am a late bloomer. i know. that isam phase was like, 2 years ago for everyone else. but this is a good phase, no? need to get my act together…*
“Pick up your chin there’s a saint on the mend On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend Coming back stealing hearts pulling through Brand fire new”
‘Mary on the mend – Cherry Ghost’
ummm…well i just like that song. so i am 20 now, old, yes i know. but nowadays 20 is still young, i think. back in the old days 20 was when you were like, really adult. but nowadays i think that age has been pushed back to 25.
lotsa stuff happening/happened this november. ok, my birthday, yeah. then the merdeka tennis festival which i so badly wanted to go to but didn’t. i mean, nadal, federer, gasquet and sampras all in one? who wouldn’t wanna go? aparantly, my dad who would rather watch it on tv.
then the live and loud festival – james morrisson!!! but te tix are sooooooooo expensive!
lulu lala lalaleeelalalala
wahooey – gotta get back to tv – federer vs sampras is on
