19:17.
Help. I baked bread pudding and I can't stop eating it.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
13:56.
"Five bucks, a coffee and a fag, that's all we need."
Or something like that, from Reality Bites between Winona and Ethan's characters.
I have not wanted to sleep the last two nights. My body did, the rest of me didn't. I wanted to sit, just sit and think and space out in intervals, maybe things will seem clearer to me if I work my body and mind out of my rountine.
Get me an Ethan, I have five bucks, we can have a coffee and skip the fag.
I believe in words. If I speak, will reality's boundaries and lines seem clearer?
I don't want normalcy, yet I seek some sort of balance in the wise restraints. I want to walk on the edge and feel like I am doing so all the time so should I throw my caution off the cliff?
Some days, nothing makes sense, least of all my own head and heart and their uniform foolishness.
I am much afraid of settling. Not settling as in marriage and kids, but settling as in compromise. I don't ever want to settle for someone because I am tired of holding out for the right one or finding it too hard to believe in there being one right one. I don't ever want to settle in a church that is comfortably, possible complacent, for my weak soul. I don't want to ever settle for a job that is okay. I don't ever want to be in the middle.
So should I now jump?
My soul feels like it is just being squeezed.
And to be random, as a sidenote, Metalica: Some Kind Of Monster is a great documentary. Go catch it, even if you are not a fan. I am not really one but I love music.
My Lord and God, Jesus Christ, give me some peace. Or help me receive it.
"Five bucks, a coffee and a fag, that's all we need."
Or something like that, from Reality Bites between Winona and Ethan's characters.
I have not wanted to sleep the last two nights. My body did, the rest of me didn't. I wanted to sit, just sit and think and space out in intervals, maybe things will seem clearer to me if I work my body and mind out of my rountine.
Get me an Ethan, I have five bucks, we can have a coffee and skip the fag.
I believe in words. If I speak, will reality's boundaries and lines seem clearer?
I don't want normalcy, yet I seek some sort of balance in the wise restraints. I want to walk on the edge and feel like I am doing so all the time so should I throw my caution off the cliff?
Some days, nothing makes sense, least of all my own head and heart and their uniform foolishness.
I am much afraid of settling. Not settling as in marriage and kids, but settling as in compromise. I don't ever want to settle for someone because I am tired of holding out for the right one or finding it too hard to believe in there being one right one. I don't ever want to settle in a church that is comfortably, possible complacent, for my weak soul. I don't want to ever settle for a job that is okay. I don't ever want to be in the middle.
So should I now jump?
My soul feels like it is just being squeezed.
And to be random, as a sidenote, Metalica: Some Kind Of Monster is a great documentary. Go catch it, even if you are not a fan. I am not really one but I love music.
My Lord and God, Jesus Christ, give me some peace. Or help me receive it.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
23:47.
Found something in my mobile's outbox yesterday while clearing sms-es; short prose I typed once when I must had been without pen and paper somewhere.
Broken alabaster
Shards of pain
If Good is born
my death is gain
Last Friday, I led the weekly Bible Study. Theme for the week was Vision, from this book on Character that we are using for the semt. I got every one to write their own eulogy, telling them too that this was what a lecturer did to me before.
That afternoon, I had written my own. Could not use the one I wrote for WritComm in 2000 now, could I? If any thing, I don't have it with me and cannot recall its exact words but do so its gist.
My eulogy for me, circa Sept 24, 3.15pm:
She loved Jesus, not religion
Challenged conventions
Lived in Athens and Jerusalem
Walked on the edge
to find Faith, not just traditions
She was real and honest
not afraid to cry or scream
She was alive
In her questions and doubts
she rested in the Everlasting Arms
She showed me Jesus
The Athens and Jerusalem bit was tripped off a great quote from some past great.
It must had been about a week ago when my own first name flashed into my mind and looked completely strange to me. Strange not as in weird, but strange as in unfamiliar. Who is S k y e?
I know and yet don't know.
These couple of days, there's an utterly strange (as in unusual) girlish chirpyness that has taken over me. I am half appalled.
It's some sort of teenagehood I never had perhaps... am drumming *big grin* Counting Crows' Accidentally In Love on Friday for a contest we are having. For all those years of various instruments, passion for music and all of that, I never played a - I hate to use the term - "secular" song with a band before. Never. The band scene in Singapore always seemed to me limited to the rich kids who have money to buy instruments and a private house to jam in, the Malay boys, or I am now told, the church youth are getting into it, not that I have ever joined my church's youth group. So there you go.
Now I should go listen to the song umpteen times to get the fills.
Found something in my mobile's outbox yesterday while clearing sms-es; short prose I typed once when I must had been without pen and paper somewhere.
Broken alabaster
Shards of pain
If Good is born
my death is gain
Last Friday, I led the weekly Bible Study. Theme for the week was Vision, from this book on Character that we are using for the semt. I got every one to write their own eulogy, telling them too that this was what a lecturer did to me before.
That afternoon, I had written my own. Could not use the one I wrote for WritComm in 2000 now, could I? If any thing, I don't have it with me and cannot recall its exact words but do so its gist.
My eulogy for me, circa Sept 24, 3.15pm:
She loved Jesus, not religion
Challenged conventions
Lived in Athens and Jerusalem
Walked on the edge
to find Faith, not just traditions
She was real and honest
not afraid to cry or scream
She was alive
In her questions and doubts
she rested in the Everlasting Arms
She showed me Jesus
The Athens and Jerusalem bit was tripped off a great quote from some past great.
It must had been about a week ago when my own first name flashed into my mind and looked completely strange to me. Strange not as in weird, but strange as in unfamiliar. Who is S k y e?
I know and yet don't know.
These couple of days, there's an utterly strange (as in unusual) girlish chirpyness that has taken over me. I am half appalled.
It's some sort of teenagehood I never had perhaps... am drumming *big grin* Counting Crows' Accidentally In Love on Friday for a contest we are having. For all those years of various instruments, passion for music and all of that, I never played a - I hate to use the term - "secular" song with a band before. Never. The band scene in Singapore always seemed to me limited to the rich kids who have money to buy instruments and a private house to jam in, the Malay boys, or I am now told, the church youth are getting into it, not that I have ever joined my church's youth group. So there you go.
Now I should go listen to the song umpteen times to get the fills.
Friday, September 24, 2004
10:54.
Spring turns my thoughts to Singapore.
It's the warmer weather, I guess, and the rains, but the pivotal thing would be the feel of the air. There's a certain smell in Spring's embrace that is similar to Singapore in the evenings. The first time it hit me, I had to shake my head to clear the deja vu.
Even now. Nursing my empty cuppa black tea and flanked by my brekkie plate with toast remnants and the big picture window into the outside world, half of me is doing a curious cautious dance with that deja vu, which the dreary half-overcast sky brought.
Maybe it's part of being sick for 8 days with nights spent pulling the duvet over my head so I won't disturb my roommate with my hacking coughs, and a particular bad night where I literally burned in discomfort and sleeplessness; maybe it's the admin problems the school provided regarding certified true copies of my transcripts and me feeling rather helpless that I can't do any thing from here except call home and get my bro to run errands for me (bless his heart, he did, and I do miss him); maybe it's hearing the "miss you" in my Dad's voice when I call home but I miss my family so much.
The idea of being stateless seem to mean so much. This idea, first introduced in cinema classes in relation to the characters of anime... dye my hair blue and get me some cute outfit, no wait, I don't mean it. Not the latter half any way.
I can never be Su Tan.
That's the name I am called by by admin people and doctors and what-nots, people who look at an application form and automatically assume the first word of my Chinese name is my first name. Considering I have two Christian names, I really don't quite get why they don't just use either one.
Su Tan is a butchered name, a created entity due to her Asian-ness of which she is very proud of. Su Tan is an invented name for a person who does not exist.
I can never be Su Tan.
Perhaps this is why at this moment any way, I know that Australia can never be where I settle down in.
Stateless.
God help me get sorted out, lead me as I send resumes, hold my heart and let me not be a cynical punk.
I can fly. And I will fly above the chaos and find the order in my head and heart.
Spring turns my thoughts to Singapore.
It's the warmer weather, I guess, and the rains, but the pivotal thing would be the feel of the air. There's a certain smell in Spring's embrace that is similar to Singapore in the evenings. The first time it hit me, I had to shake my head to clear the deja vu.
Even now. Nursing my empty cuppa black tea and flanked by my brekkie plate with toast remnants and the big picture window into the outside world, half of me is doing a curious cautious dance with that deja vu, which the dreary half-overcast sky brought.
Maybe it's part of being sick for 8 days with nights spent pulling the duvet over my head so I won't disturb my roommate with my hacking coughs, and a particular bad night where I literally burned in discomfort and sleeplessness; maybe it's the admin problems the school provided regarding certified true copies of my transcripts and me feeling rather helpless that I can't do any thing from here except call home and get my bro to run errands for me (bless his heart, he did, and I do miss him); maybe it's hearing the "miss you" in my Dad's voice when I call home but I miss my family so much.
The idea of being stateless seem to mean so much. This idea, first introduced in cinema classes in relation to the characters of anime... dye my hair blue and get me some cute outfit, no wait, I don't mean it. Not the latter half any way.
I can never be Su Tan.
That's the name I am called by by admin people and doctors and what-nots, people who look at an application form and automatically assume the first word of my Chinese name is my first name. Considering I have two Christian names, I really don't quite get why they don't just use either one.
Su Tan is a butchered name, a created entity due to her Asian-ness of which she is very proud of. Su Tan is an invented name for a person who does not exist.
I can never be Su Tan.
Perhaps this is why at this moment any way, I know that Australia can never be where I settle down in.
Stateless.
God help me get sorted out, lead me as I send resumes, hold my heart and let me not be a cynical punk.
I can fly. And I will fly above the chaos and find the order in my head and heart.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
02:33.
Interview with Johnny Cash:
Are you happy?
"Happy is a yuppie word. I am blessed."
Like woohooo. And multiply that some trillion times over.
*grins*
Went for my first gig in Australia. Heard of Switchfoot? Yup, that band who dared you to move on the Spiderman 2 soundtrack.
It was held at the Mercury Lounge at Crown, and I suppose this is the smallest gig I have ever been at, floor-size wise and ok, band rep wise too but man, they rawkk.
They sung a new song inspired by that above quote and it made me laugh and laugh.
This is the first time I attended a gig where I know the band members are Christian (Switchfoot is not marketed as a Christian band though).
Integrity.
I suppose the fact that they did not mumble the bits of their lyrics involving existence and being meant to live impressed me more than I can express. And they were technically very apt, very good in fact, good rapport with audience too (I never experienced a set where the band is close enough to the audience in small enough a place to point out people and say stuff or dedicate songs to them....), good energy, good live band, Switchfoot, good songs.
Hearing the whole place sing in one chorus "we were meant to live" was rather mind-blowing, though it was probably 500 people and not a football stadium.
I am still running a fever, coughing incessantly and my throat is swollen. When I got out of the place, I could only speak in a really hoarse raspy voice.
*laughs*
I really enjoyed it.
No, no, this was not meant to be a review so don't kill me for not giving details. You can mail me or something if you want details.
But oh my gooosh, oh my gosh. Heh.
*jumps excitedly*
Peace out!
Interview with Johnny Cash:
Are you happy?
"Happy is a yuppie word. I am blessed."
Like woohooo. And multiply that some trillion times over.
*grins*
Went for my first gig in Australia. Heard of Switchfoot? Yup, that band who dared you to move on the Spiderman 2 soundtrack.
It was held at the Mercury Lounge at Crown, and I suppose this is the smallest gig I have ever been at, floor-size wise and ok, band rep wise too but man, they rawkk.
They sung a new song inspired by that above quote and it made me laugh and laugh.
This is the first time I attended a gig where I know the band members are Christian (Switchfoot is not marketed as a Christian band though).
Integrity.
I suppose the fact that they did not mumble the bits of their lyrics involving existence and being meant to live impressed me more than I can express. And they were technically very apt, very good in fact, good rapport with audience too (I never experienced a set where the band is close enough to the audience in small enough a place to point out people and say stuff or dedicate songs to them....), good energy, good live band, Switchfoot, good songs.
Hearing the whole place sing in one chorus "we were meant to live" was rather mind-blowing, though it was probably 500 people and not a football stadium.
I am still running a fever, coughing incessantly and my throat is swollen. When I got out of the place, I could only speak in a really hoarse raspy voice.
*laughs*
I really enjoyed it.
No, no, this was not meant to be a review so don't kill me for not giving details. You can mail me or something if you want details.
But oh my gooosh, oh my gosh. Heh.
*jumps excitedly*
Peace out!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
13:53.
1130pm last night, feverish and with a sore throat, I sat before God and was quiet. Just asking Dad honestly, what should I do? The nature of time cannot be stopped and I will not refuse to move on but what should I do? Next year this time, where would I be? Last year this time, I was in the newsroom. 2002 this time, I just started work at the daily. 2001 this time, I was doing Tribune and loving it.
The bug got too much for me and I crawled into bed, the same questions running through my mind and directed towards God and myself. I tried to keep my eyes open but must had failed. Woke up at 10am today with the house phone ringing, painfully dragged myself up and answered with a surprisingly hoarse voice. An ex-colleague - whom I rather liked as a person and don't mind being called - was asking if I had contacts in Perth she could use. I crawled back into bed, aching bones refusing to stay upright, and woke again at 1230pm.
Scones and tea for brekkie. Joy. And then Germaine alerted me to the news back home. I really didn't see this coming and it didn't bring any emotions remotely relating to positivity.
I look at my home, Singapore, and don't quite see a place where I want to work. Yes, my dreams were simple. The two Singaporean publications I wanted to write for when I was a journalist-wannabe growing up have carried my bylines in them before I turned 21.
Yes, it would be a thrill (perhaps) to do politics or reach correspondent level but I am not excited by these. I would say I have done most of what I wanted to do. Small dreams, maybe but as far as writing goes, here, these are the stuff I want to do:
- Cover a war
- Have my own column
- Interview U2
- Write for a good Christian mag
As I typed that list, I saw an image of myself with ahem, Nelson Mandala, and literally felt the wonder and captivated attention and curiousity I feel when interviewing a subject. I still believe that every one has a story to tell. I still believe and want to tell those stories. I still want to craft art with words and be that stupid idealistic dreamer (took the words out of your mouth, eh?).
So yes, I can still be in the business for a long time because I still love writing so much.
But God help me, I can't see very much right now.
1130pm last night, feverish and with a sore throat, I sat before God and was quiet. Just asking Dad honestly, what should I do? The nature of time cannot be stopped and I will not refuse to move on but what should I do? Next year this time, where would I be? Last year this time, I was in the newsroom. 2002 this time, I just started work at the daily. 2001 this time, I was doing Tribune and loving it.
The bug got too much for me and I crawled into bed, the same questions running through my mind and directed towards God and myself. I tried to keep my eyes open but must had failed. Woke up at 10am today with the house phone ringing, painfully dragged myself up and answered with a surprisingly hoarse voice. An ex-colleague - whom I rather liked as a person and don't mind being called - was asking if I had contacts in Perth she could use. I crawled back into bed, aching bones refusing to stay upright, and woke again at 1230pm.
Scones and tea for brekkie. Joy. And then Germaine alerted me to the news back home. I really didn't see this coming and it didn't bring any emotions remotely relating to positivity.
I look at my home, Singapore, and don't quite see a place where I want to work. Yes, my dreams were simple. The two Singaporean publications I wanted to write for when I was a journalist-wannabe growing up have carried my bylines in them before I turned 21.
Yes, it would be a thrill (perhaps) to do politics or reach correspondent level but I am not excited by these. I would say I have done most of what I wanted to do. Small dreams, maybe but as far as writing goes, here, these are the stuff I want to do:
- Cover a war
- Have my own column
- Interview U2
- Write for a good Christian mag
As I typed that list, I saw an image of myself with ahem, Nelson Mandala, and literally felt the wonder and captivated attention and curiousity I feel when interviewing a subject. I still believe that every one has a story to tell. I still believe and want to tell those stories. I still want to craft art with words and be that stupid idealistic dreamer (took the words out of your mouth, eh?).
So yes, I can still be in the business for a long time because I still love writing so much.
But God help me, I can't see very much right now.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
12:23.
Some days - like today - when I just can't seem to fire up the old engine, I re-read my old writings. Some times - like today - what I read seems so relevant to the reader who was the writer.
Sept two years ago.
I throw a brick through a window.
Some days - like today - when I just can't seem to fire up the old engine, I re-read my old writings. Some times - like today - what I read seems so relevant to the reader who was the writer.
Sept two years ago.
I throw a brick through a window.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
20:59.
New U2's album name will be How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb.
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Dissonance.
The old too oft-used word reaches out and holds my world in its deceiving cocoon. I remember to breath but am treading on pink glob, murk not unlike those that covered Neo when he was unplugged from the pods.
Dissonance.
Darling, is there a reason why you follow me? The ancients defined the mind as the feeling "organ" while the heart is the thinking one. I am one of the moderns. Shouldn't it be the other way then?
Tell me if what happens repeatedly is a coincidence. I believe it not. There is a purpose why the people around me are who they are and we click and I care for them but what makes You think I could be strong enough to shine in this midst?
Dissonance.
Mental media
New age wave
Be still my stillness
Cease the shout of my name
In my weakness, You are strong. In my every thing, You are strong.
I babble.
My head hurts.
Living waters.
Drown me in Your Goodness.
New U2's album name will be How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb.
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Dissonance.
The old too oft-used word reaches out and holds my world in its deceiving cocoon. I remember to breath but am treading on pink glob, murk not unlike those that covered Neo when he was unplugged from the pods.
Dissonance.
Darling, is there a reason why you follow me? The ancients defined the mind as the feeling "organ" while the heart is the thinking one. I am one of the moderns. Shouldn't it be the other way then?
Tell me if what happens repeatedly is a coincidence. I believe it not. There is a purpose why the people around me are who they are and we click and I care for them but what makes You think I could be strong enough to shine in this midst?
Dissonance.
Mental media
New age wave
Be still my stillness
Cease the shout of my name
In my weakness, You are strong. In my every thing, You are strong.
I babble.
My head hurts.
Living waters.
Drown me in Your Goodness.
Monday, September 13, 2004
18:47.
Questions.
Should I stay in Melb till after Christmas?
Would there be any thing or persons to celebrate the commemoration of Christ's birth if I do?
What should I do between my last assignment and the day I leave?
Should I apply for a job here?
Should I apply for an internship with a particular daily?
Where do I want to work? Country, industry, company?
Where do I see myself next year?
What do I want to work as?
Which countries and places should I apply for jobs at?
What do I want?
I want His will to be done but what do I want, specifically?
I need to dream.
The approaching convocation, adminstrative stuff about applying for block credit transfer with the office, and just the soon to come end of the term call my name. Hallos, goodbyes is still something that doesn't come with bittersweet melancholy and a lot of emotional and mental engagement.
Questions.
Should I stay in Melb till after Christmas?
Would there be any thing or persons to celebrate the commemoration of Christ's birth if I do?
What should I do between my last assignment and the day I leave?
Should I apply for a job here?
Should I apply for an internship with a particular daily?
Where do I want to work? Country, industry, company?
Where do I see myself next year?
What do I want to work as?
Which countries and places should I apply for jobs at?
What do I want?
I want His will to be done but what do I want, specifically?
I need to dream.
The approaching convocation, adminstrative stuff about applying for block credit transfer with the office, and just the soon to come end of the term call my name. Hallos, goodbyes is still something that doesn't come with bittersweet melancholy and a lot of emotional and mental engagement.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
22:52.
On rock n roll and faith, and the seeming exclusiveness of both:
"I have been through this thing of really not knowing if I should be in the band or not... It was recounciling two things that seemed for us to be mutually exclusive. We never did resolve the contradiction. That's the truth. And probably never will."
- The Edge, in Walk On, book by Steve Stockman.
Maybe this is the way it is. Living in a contradiction. 'cause living in a contradiction does not have to mean confusion. On the contrary, it can mean life. Abundant life.
On rock n roll and faith, and the seeming exclusiveness of both:
"I have been through this thing of really not knowing if I should be in the band or not... It was recounciling two things that seemed for us to be mutually exclusive. We never did resolve the contradiction. That's the truth. And probably never will."
- The Edge, in Walk On, book by Steve Stockman.
Maybe this is the way it is. Living in a contradiction. 'cause living in a contradiction does not have to mean confusion. On the contrary, it can mean life. Abundant life.
Friday, September 10, 2004
00:45.
New pix up at the photo blog. So your can see how I actually look like now. Not that much diff, I reckon but I might be wrong. *shrugs*
*muack*
New pix up at the photo blog. So your can see how I actually look like now. Not that much diff, I reckon but I might be wrong. *shrugs*
*muack*
23:53.
Strange incisions
Cut purity
Grey visits
Are these eyes seeing right?
Cloud my mind
Stuff my heart
Am I dead?
Or will I rise again?
Emotion Quotient
My head spins
All that I want
Are you killing me?
Help me just be.
Just be.
Be.
What is life about, Lord? Truly, sometimes it seems like I miss the trees for the wood. How do I see both, can I see the interaction, the transalanticism, the same meaning infused in both? I know You are making me stronger and that You are closer but Lord, my questions increase, and I am muted with inability.
I want to love You with all my mind.
I already know I love you with all my heart.
But I cannot stop here.
Won't You make it clearer? 'cause my head hurts, not as painfully as my heart does, but its dull throbbing ache is so constant. Locked in the physical, I can't comprehend all but what I can, let me in. Let me in, Lord.
Never let it be that I be plastic.
Never let it be that I become unreal.
Never let it be that I stop questioning.
Never let it be that I ever stop believing.
You taught me faith, you taught me love and to love, teach me more.
Find me in the river, meet me at the cross, tear away the cliches. I want to stand on nothing else except the Risen Christ.
Teach me what is Truth.
Strange incisions
Cut purity
Grey visits
Are these eyes seeing right?
Cloud my mind
Stuff my heart
Am I dead?
Or will I rise again?
Emotion Quotient
My head spins
All that I want
Are you killing me?
Help me just be.
Just be.
Be.
What is life about, Lord? Truly, sometimes it seems like I miss the trees for the wood. How do I see both, can I see the interaction, the transalanticism, the same meaning infused in both? I know You are making me stronger and that You are closer but Lord, my questions increase, and I am muted with inability.
I want to love You with all my mind.
I already know I love you with all my heart.
But I cannot stop here.
Won't You make it clearer? 'cause my head hurts, not as painfully as my heart does, but its dull throbbing ache is so constant. Locked in the physical, I can't comprehend all but what I can, let me in. Let me in, Lord.
Never let it be that I be plastic.
Never let it be that I become unreal.
Never let it be that I stop questioning.
Never let it be that I ever stop believing.
You taught me faith, you taught me love and to love, teach me more.
Find me in the river, meet me at the cross, tear away the cliches. I want to stand on nothing else except the Risen Christ.
Teach me what is Truth.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
16:18.
And you ask me why I love U2? *shakes head, baffled*
Like A Song, U2
Like a song I have to sing
I sing it for you.
Like the words I have to bring
I bring it for you.
And in leather, lace and chains we stake our claim.
Revolution once again
No I won't, I won't wear it on my sleeve.
I can see through this expression and you know I don't believe.
Too old to be told, exactly who are you?
Tonight, tomorrow's too late.
And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
And we love to fly a flag
But I won't let others live in hell
As we divide against each other
And we fight amongst ourselves
Too set in our ways to try to rearrange
Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song
Let the bells ring out
Let the bells ring out
Is there nothing left?
Is there, is there nothing?
Is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?
A generation without name, ripped and torn
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Nothing at all
And if you can't help yourself
Well take a look around you
When others need your time
You say it's time to go... it's your time.
Angry words won't stop the fight
Two wrongs won't make it right.
A new heart is what I need.
Oh, God make it bleed.
Is there nothing left?
And you ask me why I love U2? *shakes head, baffled*
Like A Song, U2
Like a song I have to sing
I sing it for you.
Like the words I have to bring
I bring it for you.
And in leather, lace and chains we stake our claim.
Revolution once again
No I won't, I won't wear it on my sleeve.
I can see through this expression and you know I don't believe.
Too old to be told, exactly who are you?
Tonight, tomorrow's too late.
And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
And we love to fly a flag
But I won't let others live in hell
As we divide against each other
And we fight amongst ourselves
Too set in our ways to try to rearrange
Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song
Let the bells ring out
Let the bells ring out
Is there nothing left?
Is there, is there nothing?
Is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?
A generation without name, ripped and torn
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Nothing at all
And if you can't help yourself
Well take a look around you
When others need your time
You say it's time to go... it's your time.
Angry words won't stop the fight
Two wrongs won't make it right.
A new heart is what I need.
Oh, God make it bleed.
Is there nothing left?
15:40.
From here:
U2.Com can exclusively reveal that completed tracks from the upcoming album include:
Vertigo,
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own,
City of Blinding Lights,
A Man and A Woman,
Yahweh
and
Crumbs From Your Table.
The album, produced by Steve Lillywhite, will feature 11 tracks and is set for a late November worldwide release.
'It feels like a special' record', explains Bono in the October edition of the UK's Q Magazine. 'From the start we wanted to make our own Who's Next where every track mattered and I think we have done that.'
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
The titles sound so goooooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddd!!!!!
Sounds like they are returning to their Joshua Tree roots, inspiration wise. You realise how every title so far has biblical meanings?
I am so darn excited.
I have a feeling I will be buying the CD once it comes out even though new CDs here are not cheap.
U2!
:D
From here:
U2.Com can exclusively reveal that completed tracks from the upcoming album include:
Vertigo,
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own,
City of Blinding Lights,
A Man and A Woman,
Yahweh
and
Crumbs From Your Table.
The album, produced by Steve Lillywhite, will feature 11 tracks and is set for a late November worldwide release.
'It feels like a special' record', explains Bono in the October edition of the UK's Q Magazine. 'From the start we wanted to make our own Who's Next where every track mattered and I think we have done that.'
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
The titles sound so goooooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddd!!!!!
Sounds like they are returning to their Joshua Tree roots, inspiration wise. You realise how every title so far has biblical meanings?
I am so darn excited.
I have a feeling I will be buying the CD once it comes out even though new CDs here are not cheap.
U2!
:D
15:22.
*shrugs*
Ouch, did I just dislocate a shoulder?
A headache has downed me since this morning. I made the effort to sleep earlier than the 3ams I have been keeping these days, and I did managed to catch close to eight hours of shut-eye but still, I woke up rather grouchy. I was early, had time to go to class, even walked to school at an hour coinciding with my first class at 1130, yet I skipped my two tutorials today.
Was walking to school to print out the Parkville newsletter I did for the centre. Black and white, photocopies, this grungy zine looking creation, so I figure I should try to get the original copy printed on a laser printer which produces way better quality than the usual 'chines.
Thank God there was an available lab. Last night, I went back at 7pm 'cause the labs were being used for classes while I was in school. It was a good evening, started raining when I head back but I liked the stillness and solitary of having all the labs to me alone. Also ran into two friends who were about to conduct their radio show on Syn FM, RMIT's radio station. What's really cool about it is that the broadcasts are on the airwaves proper, not just within the school.
After getting every thing (including something like 100 pages of reading for my online photography course) printed out, I went to sit a while in the radio studio and watch the two girls. Darn, fluent Mandarin is so nice to listen to and how wondrous it is that bantering in fluent Mandarin sounds that good. Makes me shake my head in half-shame at my Singaporean accent.
It was nice being in a radio studio again and as I watched, I felt the slightest of itch to be behind a console again. Oh well, we will see, eventually.
It's now 16:39, a long time since when I first started the post. Am listening to Rattle And Hum while a strong drizzle just started coming down.
The Parkville newsletter is at the photocopying shop being zapped into 70 sets.
I suddenly feel a lot happier.
*shrugs*
Ouch, did I just dislocate a shoulder?
A headache has downed me since this morning. I made the effort to sleep earlier than the 3ams I have been keeping these days, and I did managed to catch close to eight hours of shut-eye but still, I woke up rather grouchy. I was early, had time to go to class, even walked to school at an hour coinciding with my first class at 1130, yet I skipped my two tutorials today.
Was walking to school to print out the Parkville newsletter I did for the centre. Black and white, photocopies, this grungy zine looking creation, so I figure I should try to get the original copy printed on a laser printer which produces way better quality than the usual 'chines.
Thank God there was an available lab. Last night, I went back at 7pm 'cause the labs were being used for classes while I was in school. It was a good evening, started raining when I head back but I liked the stillness and solitary of having all the labs to me alone. Also ran into two friends who were about to conduct their radio show on Syn FM, RMIT's radio station. What's really cool about it is that the broadcasts are on the airwaves proper, not just within the school.
After getting every thing (including something like 100 pages of reading for my online photography course) printed out, I went to sit a while in the radio studio and watch the two girls. Darn, fluent Mandarin is so nice to listen to and how wondrous it is that bantering in fluent Mandarin sounds that good. Makes me shake my head in half-shame at my Singaporean accent.
It was nice being in a radio studio again and as I watched, I felt the slightest of itch to be behind a console again. Oh well, we will see, eventually.
It's now 16:39, a long time since when I first started the post. Am listening to Rattle And Hum while a strong drizzle just started coming down.
The Parkville newsletter is at the photocopying shop being zapped into 70 sets.
I suddenly feel a lot happier.
