Above The Clouds

Currently Listening To :: Zhen De (Truly) :: Sun Yan Zi

New colour scheme...I've always been impressed by Prada stores. Not just for the sometimes kewl clothes inside, but it's the colours and minimalistic, understated style that it exudes are what gets me. Class and trend. This scheme is my small tribute.

When I was young, I once said to my mother, "happiness is having bags of minced meat in the freezer". While I probably was thinking with my stomach back them, (I was a rather, um, healthy-sized child), I've come to learn that happiness comes in all types of mixed bags; it's just hella I'm picky about the packaging. But right now, happiness is in the form of a plastic bag of pressed plastic...

That's right people, CDs. Music. The good stuff. Straight from Rose Records in Taipei, Eug's girlfriend Gloria has brought me more Chinese music than I know what to do with! Pop, RnB, Hip-Hop, Ska Rock...I can't listen to them all at once! I'm skippin tracks like crazy and watchin VCDs in pieces...I'm just a big kid with new toys _grin_

Even though Chinese music is something that I can't fully understand, I came to love it way before I was in Taiwan. Listening to it, feeling the emotion in the voice, grasping at meaning here and there like flashes of memory of a book read long ago, but no longer fully remembered...Words become another instrument, and emotion becomes even more raw...people say that Chinese music is all the same. I think that they aren't really trying to listen, just hear...

But then, who am I to talk? Me, who has learned to sterotype at a glance, me, who has an opinion like a revolving door, open and yet still shut...I should write that in my column...oh, you ain't know? _izms_ is now published weekly in the UNSW Blitz Magazine...check for it if you can.

More writing later today...

Below The Clouds

Currently Listening to :: Turn Your Lights Down Low :: Lauryn Hill feat. Bob Marley

Finally picked up Fantastic Volume 2...I finally got it Mike! And from Central Station in Mlebourne no less! 3 years after release; right on time. _grin_

Pete Rock has always been an underated producer, and this track is a gem through and through. I was playin' it on repeat the whole flight back from Melbourne this afternoon. I know I didn't update when I was down there, but sitting in front of the computer writing was hard enough, let alone trying to extract wit and humour from my brain in deep holiday mode. I'm so sleepy...I just wanna curl up with my girlfriends warm self and fall asleep to the sounds of Ms. Lauryn Hill and my girlfriend's soft breathing...

Only, I can't seem to find her right now...So I'll keep bloggin yeah?

Loving you is a like a song I replay
Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day
And every chorus, was written for us to recite
Every beautiful melody of devotion, every night

I've some thoughts about flying between the clouds that I want to post...but that can wait until tomorrow. If I can't even make it to tonights Tropfest, then how can I possibly even...zzzz...

And When It Rains...

Currently Listening to :: Legend Of Speed :: Cecilia Cheung

Sunday is my favourite day of the week...it's just something about that lazy Sunday state of mind that makes me feel good. Plus, my weekend has been HELLA hectic_grin_ Sydney has been having more Melbourne-type weather this weekend. One second, it's fine and sunny, and things seem to be going smoothly. The next minute it's pouring with rain, you're trying to get back to your car without an umbrella, all you have is a jacket for two people, and your shoes don't have any grip...

Speaking of Melbourne, I'm heading down there on Tuesday for a bit of a holiday before uni starts again. Just a week of slow Melbourne life. But how does that saying go...Be careful what you wish for, for you may just get it in heaps? So maybe a whole week without updates?

Nahh...I'm just hoping the Melbourne climate is a little more stable than it has been here of late...

Inspiration, Inspiration, Where For Art Thou Inspiration?

Currently Listening to :: A Different Me :: Cheung Pak Dzi (Cecilia Cheung)

Valentines 2002 has come and gone...and I'm totally unaffected. Last nite was in fact, one of the better nights I've had out in a while. Even though it mainly consisted of going to Karaoke twice in one night, I had so much fun. When everyone's willing to belt out their favrourite tunes, that's when it's the most fun. And while I'm still not sure if quantity does rule over quality in these situations, thanks to Howie, Marcus and Dre (but don't worry, I still feel the love _punches chest twice_).

So how was everyone else's day of romantic endeavours? I mean, if you thought I was going to go on and on like Erykah about the whole commercialisation of the day, and how being romantic one day of the year is so lame, you'd be wrong. Now, I'm sure we all have our own special romantic memories or fantasies right? But I'm all out of ideas right now; being single for a while does that. Sure, I have a few aces up the sleeve, but like I was told the other night, after a while, you go through all the usual "romantic" stuff. The jewelry, the ring, the flowers, the stuffed toys...those fellas in long term relationships have it tough this time of year.

Me? I'm busy typing out another interview for work, and downloading Cecilia Cheung mp3s. I know, I know. I can't even understand the Canto, but I think it's that whole "girl next door" image and voice what does it...

Yes, that's right, work. Working for my uni (UNSW) mag, Blitz. Just started this week, and it's been pretty hectic, considering I'm heading down to Melbourne next week. Got to get all my work done basically by Monday...so that makes one interview, my first column entry (_izms_ is moving to a whole new medium!), and a story about the upcomming Sydeny Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras. Did you know that it's a month long festival, not just a parade? And that it's the biggest single economic event to impact Sydney each year? It's amazing what you can learn from a press kit...

Gong Xi, Gong Xi

Currently Listening to ::You Got Me (Instrumental) ::The Roots

Merry Chinese New Year to you all, especially all your Horses out there; you know who you are!

Everything is Everything...but I feel like I need change...

Lately, I've been so lazy; need to get more active. Exercise. Stretch at leeeaast~ (back cracks)

And I need to write more...March isn't far away.

New job tomorrow, Mosaic publication, more work...looks like a long week.

Chris, thanks for the invite to your kewl housewarming on Sat nite...your house is niiiice...

Had a nice post, but I lost it...I'm too tired to get angry though; also...

Oooh...how fine is Jaymee Ong? Who's got Gen X Cops on VCD?

Lastly, can I say that ?uestlove killed the end of this track with his ill drum solo.

Yes, I'm done. So how am I? It's not hard to read...

Twice In A Lifetime

Currently Listening to :: Twice Inna Lifetime :: Blackstar w/Punch, Words, & Jane Doe

"Im an old, superstitious Arab, and I believe in our proverbs. There's one that says, 'Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.'" From Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist

A few weeks ago, I mentioned how I lost an entry to a short story contest that I was really determined to enter. Now we all lose something (or someone) once in a while, but...All the thoughts and ideas I had had, the start of the story, were all for nothing without that entry slip in the magazine. I was so upset with myself for not having the foresite to take the slip out, to keep it safe; I took it for granted that it would always be around...until my mother threw it away.

On a trip back home from my TAFE enrollment (I'm doing Chinese...level 3 out of 6, so hopefully I can remember something!!), I felt like dropping by the newsagents, hoping to find a new copy of EastMag, or something else interesting. Guess what I found instead? Yep, a the new issue of HQ, with another entry form. So I've begun writing again, and yes, I'm keeping that entry form safe from anything that might happen.

Taking things for granted is something that we all do; acclimatisation I think the word is. Never knowing what we have until we lose it, never realising what was there until she left, never enjoying the moment until it's in the past.

Why do I find it so hard to say what I'm feeling at the time? To voice my thoughts? Others seem to find it so easy...