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and what now? :P lol



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hmm how about "Josephine"?

...better than M.C. anyway ahahahahaha 

..ok no more, sorry for this video spam.

( 18+ ) Kids aren't allowed to watch! ! ! (esp. you Angie - I tell on you if you do!!)

I had to edit title duh!

could be 299 but I'm not complaining.

Life is quite good at times.

...and I like my new sound system.

To my luck and happines.

"I need silence again. I'm longing for silence. Again simplicity is gone. 

Is it so hard to understand I'm not so good at this? For all signs on earth and out there I've collected on the way, there's no sign of understanding. And I don't need any special acknowledgment that angels are not with me, that angels don't want to be mine, I know that for a long time, I knew that long before. I accepted the fact I'm not fighting, I'm not whining. I know. For real. The more you deny the bigger suffering and no earth no heavens will help. Because torturing won't make you better. Nor worse.

Stop repetitions of this celebration of rejections, of "no's" and denials.

you don't have to because I know and I'm not trying to change anything.

I have a heart too."

Only the angel that follows me have a big black wings, pale white face with a pair of pitch black eyes staring at the world from behind of my shoulders.

This angel has no mouth to speak, this angel feels only and in feelings is buried its heart like in ashes of this what was before. I, mistaken, trying to carve mouth on its face to make it speak to me. There was nothing but anger in return and it rained back with myriads of drops of silence and their tears. I failed. 
Now angel follows me whenever I go, it follows my emotions and my confused subconsciousness. But its ambivalent to everything what happens to me, to whatever I feel and whatever I do, it is there for own reasons, reasons I don't want to understand. This angel don't want to be mine either, its there because it want to be there. It won't go away even after me, with the same lack of smile or scorn on its face. Like mime inside the invisible cage.


Sumiglia by La Filetta

It is a hymn to altruism, the act of giving oneself to others. Random you say..OK :) but its beautiful.

Coffee Pot

I need a coffee pot. A BIG (1l. or even bigger) coffee cum tea pot.
To buy such in Singapore seem to be an impossible task. Oh well unless one's willing to spend 150 to even 2600 bucks for such, well I need something for earthlings. Something that cost as much as...coffee pot O.o and in case I break it one day, I wouldn't want to do a funeral for a broken coffee pot later. I'm not rich enough to drink daily coffee luwak either.duh!!
Well, we went to Ikea searching for that magical pot and came back with a new... coffee table, jar of herrings, two packs of chewy "cable" candies, Swedish crackers, towel (color creme), bathroom mirror, two bathroom rugs and super soft and nice white rug for 'da bedroom.
Yup..no coffee pot.
There was one, big enough too. Just that pot was like definition of "ugly" and "useless", only 20 bucks but even if I could get it for free, I can't really imagine using it for a coffee or tea, this "pot" somehow brings to my mind some other pot used in hospitals...ahem well go figure.





And I need something so complex... like this:

                                          
 
                                                                                             or like this:

or like this even.. sighs

une année sans lumiere

Awkward to write about last year in April.

But I only want to say, it was a year without light.

That's all.

Friday

Week ago, Friday, first coffee and this playlist:

1. White Rabbits - Kid On My Shoulders
2. White Rabbits - Percussion Gun
3. White Rabbits - Rudie Fails
4. White Rabbits - Lionesse
5. Jeff Buckley - Yard Of Blonde Girls
6. Jeff Buckley - Dream Brother (Alternate Take)
7. Radiohead - You
8. Incubus - Pendulous Threads
9. Muse - Stockholm Syndrome
10. Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head

Randomness, sleepy boring sound of the morning.

meaningless meaning

"I react strongly to images that have no obvious answer to their mysteries. If there is a key to their construction, they are simply illustration. Meaning is meaningless to me. I do not care for symbolism and I paint what I paint without meditating on a story"-Zdzislaw Beksinski

"I react strongly to images that have no obvious answer to their mysteries. If There is a key to their construction, they are simply illustration. Meaning is meaningless to me. I do not care for symbolism and I paint what I paint without meditating on a story"-Zdzislaw Beksinski

"I react strongly to images that have no obvious answer to their mysteries. If there is a key to their construction, they are simply illustration. Meaning is meaningless to me. I do not care for symbolism and I paint what I paint without meditating on a story"-Zdzislaw Beksinski

"I react strongly to images that have no obvious answer to their mysteries. If there is a key to their construction, they are simply illustration. Meaning is meaningless to me. I do not care for symbolism and I paint what I paint without meditating on a story"-Zdzislaw Beksinski

"I react strongly to images that have no obvious answer to their mysteries. If there is a key to their construction, they are simply illustration. Meaning is meaningless to me. I do not care for symbolism and I paint what I paint without meditating on a story"-Zdzislaw Beksinski

I can't

I wanted, I needed, I had.

   I want, I need, I have to  

talk 

to someone 
to anyone today. 

But I'm stuck in silence alone.