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Resonate: Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue
Sleeping all day, staying up all night. I always had a strange attraction to this song.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Atcha?
NATALIE.......Is an odd name for me and for some unknown reason, reminds me of the colour purple. Nonetheless, it's the one I'm happiest with so YEAH! Also, it beats Elliot and Jane and.....LOLCOPTER, not going into detail here.
Meh great ho. Bohot great ho :D Meh kyan karoon? Kuch nehi. Meh rukiya karenga.
Don't bother using a translator. I sure didn't.
Anyway, this blogpost is just a way to pass time while I'm supposed to be doing delayed homework while waiting for my parents to return. Meh, I'm better off watching Goa instead. TA!
Meh great ho. Bohot great ho :D Meh kyan karoon? Kuch nehi. Meh rukiya karenga.
Don't bother using a translator. I sure didn't.
Anyway, this blogpost is just a way to pass time while I'm supposed to be doing delayed homework while waiting for my parents to return. Meh, I'm better off watching Goa instead. TA!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Rooster Illusion
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Resonate: Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love
I sometimes wish I had half the enthusiasm I had last time for updating my blog, going on Facebook, stalking other blogs and whatnot. Most of my time and tabs are now spent on Wikipedia, Unreality, Cracked [Don't judge me dammit], Fashionista, TWITTER, occasionally Lemondrop and more or less any site based on conspiracy theories, pretty shoes and whatshiet.. Everything seems so manufactured and systemically done now that it kind of loses it's edge. Remember when blogging was actually unique and cool? Mine excluded because my blog still sucks hell hitherto and afterwards ;D
I don't know what caused this unanticipated mood shift but maybe it has to do with how I perpetually feel like a 17 year old trapped with a centenarian mentality. [Almost] everything now is just...mindnumbing and clichéd and me? I get bored easily and right now, I. Am. Painstakingly. Bored. With. Everything.
It's like how initially, I'm psyched to try all the carnival rides but after trying all of them, either one made me throw up, one had wet paint, the other was just boring and in the end, I don't like anything, reverting back to boredom.
Damn myself, everything I seemed to have such a huge adoration for last time seems so despicably unamusing now. Hell, it's even boring me as I write this. Even One Way don't Tweet as often as they did before but ohhhhh totally redundant. Anyhoo, I can't tell if this 'thing' is just arbitrary or forced on by looking at people going "OHH HAYYY, I GOT A NEW BLOG/TWITTERRR" because yeah, I've already moved past that stage. That n00blet phase [Crap, I misspelled that as booblet. No judgingg], been there done that.
It's like as if my life (now) is a revolving door, and I'm caught in-between. Stress for fun [or lack-there-of], fun substituting priorities, deteriorating health and altogether damnation. I'm not generalizing, saying no one else faces this. I'm just saying, I'M not good at facing all this. I can't take the pressure. I hate getting sick. I hate the fact that I suck at managing my time. I hate the fact that I put everything unneeded at the front. I especially hate the fact that when I try to put things at the right place, they end up shifting.
By nature, I'm a control freak and I can't stand to see things get out of way but dammit, I can't do anything. To feel powerless is what's making me so damn annoyed, jaded even. Altogether HATEFUL. Now that sucks. For fear that I'm sounding like an annoying teenager [bummer], I am....going to try to sound like an adult.......
Ahhh phail. It's contradicting my "17 year old self trapped with a centenarian mentality" Heh. Y'know, I sometimes wish I was born in a different era, different place. Again, this comes from not fitting in with anything now, I'm guessing.. I'd rather be in the 17th century, in Italy. Florence, specifically. Or Manhattan, 1930's to 40's. Or London, late 19th century. It would be insane. It'd be endearing to live in those years, those places. Probably because of the simplicity of life. Minus the 19th century part, it would be nice. Not living with..temptation and redundancy. To have life, as simple, simple as possible.
Or I'd end up dead thanks to my skin colour. Pffft. I should be satisfied.
I just realized what I started with has nothing to do with what I ended. Again, I've gone horribly off-topic. This probably stemmed from my trivial, trivial, treeeeeviiiiiallllllllll self.
Menyampah sial.
Resonate: Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love
I sometimes wish I had half the enthusiasm I had last time for updating my blog, going on Facebook, stalking other blogs and whatnot. Most of my time and tabs are now spent on Wikipedia, Unreality, Cracked [Don't judge me dammit], Fashionista, TWITTER, occasionally Lemondrop and more or less any site based on conspiracy theories, pretty shoes and whatshiet.. Everything seems so manufactured and systemically done now that it kind of loses it's edge. Remember when blogging was actually unique and cool? Mine excluded because my blog still sucks hell hitherto and afterwards ;D
I don't know what caused this unanticipated mood shift but maybe it has to do with how I perpetually feel like a 17 year old trapped with a centenarian mentality. [Almost] everything now is just...mindnumbing and clichéd and me? I get bored easily and right now, I. Am. Painstakingly. Bored. With. Everything.
It's like how initially, I'm psyched to try all the carnival rides but after trying all of them, either one made me throw up, one had wet paint, the other was just boring and in the end, I don't like anything, reverting back to boredom.
Damn myself, everything I seemed to have such a huge adoration for last time seems so despicably unamusing now. Hell, it's even boring me as I write this. Even One Way don't Tweet as often as they did before but ohhhhh totally redundant. Anyhoo, I can't tell if this 'thing' is just arbitrary or forced on by looking at people going "OHH HAYYY, I GOT A NEW BLOG/TWITTERRR" because yeah, I've already moved past that stage. That n00blet phase [Crap, I misspelled that as booblet. No judgingg], been there done that.
It's like as if my life (now) is a revolving door, and I'm caught in-between. Stress for fun [or lack-there-of], fun substituting priorities, deteriorating health and altogether damnation. I'm not generalizing, saying no one else faces this. I'm just saying, I'M not good at facing all this. I can't take the pressure. I hate getting sick. I hate the fact that I suck at managing my time. I hate the fact that I put everything unneeded at the front. I especially hate the fact that when I try to put things at the right place, they end up shifting.
By nature, I'm a control freak and I can't stand to see things get out of way but dammit, I can't do anything. To feel powerless is what's making me so damn annoyed, jaded even. Altogether HATEFUL. Now that sucks. For fear that I'm sounding like an annoying teenager [bummer], I am....going to try to sound like an adult.......
Ahhh phail. It's contradicting my "17 year old self trapped with a centenarian mentality" Heh. Y'know, I sometimes wish I was born in a different era, different place. Again, this comes from not fitting in with anything now, I'm guessing.. I'd rather be in the 17th century, in Italy. Florence, specifically. Or Manhattan, 1930's to 40's. Or London, late 19th century. It would be insane. It'd be endearing to live in those years, those places. Probably because of the simplicity of life. Minus the 19th century part, it would be nice. Not living with..temptation and redundancy. To have life, as simple, simple as possible.
Or I'd end up dead thanks to my skin colour. Pffft. I should be satisfied.
I just realized what I started with has nothing to do with what I ended. Again, I've gone horribly off-topic. This probably stemmed from my trivial, trivial, treeeeeviiiiiallllllllll self.
Menyampah sial.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Radioactive
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Resonate: Fiona Apple - Why Try To Change Me Now
I'm currently watching a depressingly riveting movie as a my holiday initiation. Kind of....ironic. IF at all I can get the meaning of the word correctly. I'd hate to think I've been messing up irony for a long time running now. Dammit.
It's kind of funny when we [Tis a loose term, subjected to a truckload of interpretations] direct posts to "You" and then expect people NOT to read it but the original intention and the way it's typed is to HAVE them read it. I'm laughing at the whole shebang as I type this because hell, I'm guilty as charged. It's like...privatizing a blogpost with "You" all over it. It's being vague, but in a direct sense. Like writing posts in TINY fonts. Like taking part in the gay pride march and saying "I don't want gay rights to be approved." Like telling your sister "You CAN'T GO OUT" and then giving her the car keys.
It's contradictory.
It's human.
I call BS and hypocrisy. Juste pour le fun :D
Then again, this is all just too normal to notice. It sort of just fits itself into the whole system so that we never notice, at all. There should be a name, but I can't think of anything that fits. I'm sure there's one if I Wiki-ed harder but hell, doing that would be like...Wiki-ing "breathing" or "gossip"
We never realize what we do, most of the time we've got our world revolving around someone else's problem, not our actions. It's a reaction>action mentality. Ehhh, I'm generalizing. It's ONLY the impulsive lot of us.
Hmm.
Resonate: Fiona Apple - Why Try To Change Me Now
I'm currently watching a depressingly riveting movie as a my holiday initiation. Kind of....ironic. IF at all I can get the meaning of the word correctly. I'd hate to think I've been messing up irony for a long time running now. Dammit.
It's kind of funny when we [Tis a loose term, subjected to a truckload of interpretations] direct posts to "You" and then expect people NOT to read it but the original intention and the way it's typed is to HAVE them read it. I'm laughing at the whole shebang as I type this because hell, I'm guilty as charged. It's like...privatizing a blogpost with "You" all over it. It's being vague, but in a direct sense. Like writing posts in TINY fonts. Like taking part in the gay pride march and saying "I don't want gay rights to be approved." Like telling your sister "You CAN'T GO OUT" and then giving her the car keys.
It's contradictory.
It's human.
I call BS and hypocrisy. Juste pour le fun :D
Then again, this is all just too normal to notice. It sort of just fits itself into the whole system so that we never notice, at all. There should be a name, but I can't think of anything that fits. I'm sure there's one if I Wiki-ed harder but hell, doing that would be like...Wiki-ing "breathing" or "gossip"
We never realize what we do, most of the time we've got our world revolving around someone else's problem, not our actions. It's a reaction>action mentality. Ehhh, I'm generalizing. It's ONLY the impulsive lot of us.
Hmm.
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