Saturday, September 27, 2008

Find the joy

That's my goal. In a time when opening the newspaper is just a informant of misery (the economy sucks! The environment sucks! The political structure of the world sucks!) I challenge myself to think of something RIGHT with the world, just so in my mind, I can justify the inherent goodness in mankind. Ok, maybe that's a little melodramatic, but I just mean that life's not long enough to wallow in self-pity right? I turned to music for my attempt today, plugging in 'happy' into the search bar of my iTunes, and picking the first song that my eyes sprang to, "Happy Kid" by Nada Surf, I played it then remember how it was actually a somewhat depressing song, about someone being a happy kid with the "heart of a sad punk". Fail!

Jason Mraz does make me happy though. I recently saw him play a gig at the Royal Albert Hall, which was a tad surreal. It was a good set, though not enough old songs for my liking, though he did a couple of amazing covers of "Build Me Up Buttercup" and "Three Little Birds". He had a few brass musicians and a gospel choir backing up his usual bassist, drummer and Toca (harmony and bongo maestro extraordinaire!) But it irritated me a little how a lot of people were just sitting down and not even moving. If you're just going to do that, you might as well not come, just listen to the CD!

"You and I Both" is a great song that makes me happy :)

Monday, September 15, 2008


Time is a strange thing isn't it? It goes so fast when you want it to last, and when you want the time to pass, it seems endless. Now, for the most part, I'd say I've had a good past year, but it hasn't half gone quickly! This time last year, I was about to escape a boring dead-end temp job, but saving up to go travel. That's such a strange idea to me, to think that the moment was a year ago, when it seems so, perhaps a mere couple of months.

Maybe that's what makes life worth living, what can constitute our raison d'etre: anticipation. Whether it's anticipation of the next day, anticipation of seeing someone you love or just anticipation for a life-altering experience in the near horizon, I'd venture we all need something to look forward to. A life that's static and filled with nothing to look forward to is amongst my worst nightmares. But it's never too late to break out of that funk.

But, you know, that just goes to show that cliches do hold true, I suppose that's why they're cliches. Time does fly when you're having fun, and time really is fleeting, it really can be gone in a blink of an eye. I'm sure the people with not a lot of it left would appreciate more than the most of us who take it for granted. Surely we owe it to them to make the most of ours.

(Wow, that was really was a pile of the most awful drivel. But I spent a couple of minutes typing it so it's staying.)

More thoughts I'll leave you with:
- Some buskers are genuinely extremely talented. Sure you get the odd insane person on a tin whistle that gives the profession a bad name, but then you also get the guy on the acoustic guitar in Covent Garden that makes you stop and listen because they have a quality about them. You can normally tell how popular they are by the number of phones that are taken out to film them(!)
- I really enjoy meeting new people. They constantly remind me not to judge books by their respective covers and that a moment shared is that much more precious.
- Nick Hornby is and writes like a North London lad and that makes me happy.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Brief thoughts

In bullet point form, 'cos I'm lazy and I suck.

- When I was out there, I thought I wanted to come back, but now I wish I was back in Singapore. The weather, and the innocence of life, right now, I would trade for the greater independence of thought and expression I yearned for.
- Law is a tough bitch of a mistress and I hope I can stay the course.
- actually breaks my heart a little inside. People write in on postcards their secrets, in a one-liner, and send them off where they're put on the 'net. As a result people feel the freedom to send off their deepest secrets, those weighing on their mind. Now sometimes it's a sexual thing, but oftentimes it's an insecurity or complex so deepset than when they reveal it, I ache FOR them. I have had (to an extent still do) have more insecurities than I know how to deal with, and I handle them by a large capacity to compartmentalise and push them to one side. For those less able to do so, such outlets are ideal, and it's both liberating and immensely saddening to read other people's.
- I sometimes worry that I 'feel' more due to books, films and songs than I do about my own life.
- The thought of the 'butterfly effect', the phenomenon, school of thought, whatever, freaks me out when I think about it too much.