i'll be your mirror goes on the playlist FOR IMPORTANT OCCASIONS.



Ill be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you dont know
Ill be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that youre home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you dont know
The beauty that you are
But if you dont let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you wont be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you

Ill be your mirror

what i most fucking miss about london was the sheer anonymity. i loved the cobbled streets. so old so much rain in them. so uneven. so dirty so grimy. velvet underground.

love love love love heathcote williams. kids look away

this is from "broken english"

Whyd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
Whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you spit on my snatch ?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
Whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did ...

ah i feel better now

lots of innovation in between, but always surprised when i see that women in the 60's don't look dated. similar styles of makeup and hair.

you want peace? fine but you don't get the light

miss writing. GOD i want to do something impossibly sweet again. need muse lack one.

meditate

my favourite passage in the old testament., 1 kings 19. you can find everything in a whisper. that rather than fire and brimstone and lightning. he is the softest, he is the peace, and he would never dare disturb your sleep. i volunteered to read this passage as a kid. amongst the prophets, i find elijah the closest in spirit and nature to jesus and john the baptist.

have come to believe the old testament is important, even if it doesn't appeal to me. a lot of the narrative, the lessons are about overcoming fear. fear of the iniquities of evil men, walking through the valley of darkness, being sheperded etc... and so often these are the things that we encounter in daily life.

transcendental is to overcome fear and to arrive at peace, regardless of what happens in the valley.

Elijah was afraid ^[a] and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, ⁴ while he himself went a day's journey into the desert. He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. "I have had enough, LORD," he said. "Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors." ⁵ Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep.
All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." ⁶ He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. ⁷ The angel of the LORD came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." ⁸ So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. ⁹ There he went into a cave and spent the night.

¹¹ The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by."
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. ¹² After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. ¹³ When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Then a voice said to him, "What are you doing here, Elijah?"

what are you doing here?

in an amusing conversation i had recently, i question: can one choose to be an outcast? or is one simply pre-empting rejection?

one is best punished for one's virtues

nietzsche, beyond good and evil

there are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. the rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times

i have not tired of the wilderness; rather i enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life i lead, more keenly all the time. i prefer the saddle to the streetcar and the star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unkown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities. do you blame me then for staying here, where i feel that i belong and am at one with the world around me? it is true that i miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom i can share the things that mean so much to me that i have learnt to contain myself. it is enough that i am surrounded with beauty...

everett ruess, writing from utah

the national geographic store @ vivo city is just gorgeous. it's my little childhood getaway.

national day weekend

love driving at night in singapore. well, basically love driving, although a little less during peak hours. one must learn to make ERP a friend.









lazy weekend... been playing this song a lot on the guitar

wu tang clan. mmm.

over the past few days i've been migrating from mac. but what i miss most is the simplicity of the interface, windows is just an endless stream and pain of updates. completely inelegant. why am i using it? sick of not being able to run software, and need for cheaper, faster hardware

happy national day, singapore. home, for me is the texture of memory. fresh starts anywhere are always possible, but a place has weight when your surroundings can affect you.

so, for me, there really isn't a need for self congratulation, the knowledge that i am in the best of all possible places. but nonetheless it's a place of many memories.

interface of bb storm, much clunkier than iphone.

but i must say, you can type like a god, and email really works.

ah but i was so much older then... i'm younger than that now...

i read another killer line today while relaxing in mph after the big event, it was from "into the wild": children are innocent and love justice, while most adults are wicked and prefer mercy

been well, been busy, with work and play. tonight is a rare night i'm back before 10, and i get to laze in bed and have absolutely nothing to do. fiddle around with new phone (blackberry vs iphone, verdict blackberry fail. have decided to leave the camera on the left side of the bed where i usually sleep and shift to the right. and it's strange how it triggers. i always used to sleep on this side because the air-con would blow straight on that side, and she would take the left side where it was less chilly.

to take that, to smile, to blog, and then to get back to doing what i have to do.

ah but i was so much older then, i'm younger than that now...

work late, drink, laugh, buy shiny things, wash, rinse, repeat. will probably slow down for nat day weekend.

it is uncanny how class 95 never plays an obscure song. the vw isn't the loudest in the world but i think engine noise is pure sex anyway. smooth sex.

i can feel your halo, halo...