somethingfortheladies:

The Shins - “Simple Song”

The first new song from The Shins since 2007 plays like something off of Wincing the Night Away, with an upbeat rhythm and bright guitar that provides the perfect soundtrack for this 50 degree January day in Chicago. And even though the only remaining member from the original Shins line-up is James Mercer, the melodic guitar-pop remains as catchy as ever.

The Shins are also part of a recently-released, stacked Coachella 2012 bill.

Dear Chicago,

Love,
Beatrice.

Just when you start having serious Breaking Bad withdrawals.

As I picked up a little moth that was trapped in between my books, I wondered how the creature felt. Suffocated probably, in wonder as to what brought him to this unfamiliar place. He/she (let’s practise gender equality here) would have been looking for his/her family. All alone, apprehensive of the unknown; his/her stationary self would probably be the equivalent of a xenophobic human being sprawling on the ground. In tears and scared as hell.

We all fear of what we don’t know and we are all too afraid to see the unexpected. What we don’t probably realise is what we already know will always lead us to something even more magical. We are all born to be inquisitive, we all want to be able to experience something fresh, something new everyday. 

So maybe, just maybe, we should all just harden the fuck up and stop overanalysing the future.

Probabilities are a joke.

Life is not meant to hold us back.

You’re supposed to have an answer,
You’re supposed to have living proof,
Well do you have your answer?
Do you have your answer?
- Cat Power

We are all going through the motions, leading ourselves to self-destruction.

• Disappearance of knowledge and appearance of ignorance.
• Adultery and fornication is prevalent and performed in the open.
• Women are slowly outnumbering men.
• Children are filled with rage.
• Beatings amongst people with whips like the tails of oxen.
• Children are foul.
• Women conspire.
• Gains share out only amongst the rich, with no benefit to the poor.
• Miserliness is thrown into the hearts of people.
• Episodes of sudden death are widespread.
• People are brothers/sisters in public but enemies in secret.
• Man obeys wife and disobeys mother; treats his friend kindly whilst shunning his father.
• Great distances are traversed in short spans of time.
• The leader of people is the worst of them.
• Leaders of people are oppressors.
• People treat a man with respect out of fear for some evil he might do.
• Time passes rapidly.
• Good deeds decrease.
• People carry on with their trade, but there are only a few trustworthy ones.
• Wealth increases so much that if a man was given 10,000; he would not be content with it.
• Earthquakes increase.
• People begin to compete with others in the construction of taller buildings.
• Special greetings for people of distinction.
• Two large groups; adhering to the same religious teaching will fight each other with large numbers of casualties.
• Years of deceit in which the truthful person is not believed and the liar will be believed.
• Bearing false witness is widespread.
• Men lie with men and women lie with women.
• Trade is so widespread that a woman is forced to help her husband in business.
• Increase in arrogance on Earth.
• Family ties are cut.
• Many women of child-bearing age no longer give birth.
• An abundance of food exists, much of which has no blessing in it.
• People refuse when offerred food.
• Men look like women and women look like men.

So how many boxes have we ticked?

An orange with a little bit of hope that goes with it

“The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.” - Chuck Palahniuk

Sigh. The words of this uniquely talented individual never fail to affect me. His words are so simple, yet so strong. So strong that it plays in my head on my walks to the bathroom, when I light a cigarette, or just simply when I am staring at my toes. I remind myself of Daisy St. Patience sometimes, always seeking for something new, something fresh, something less boring than this. However it never seemed to fall into place, for its own reasons. I mean, its true that all God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring, when we start having faces like the following:

1) :/

2) :|

3) :\

As you can see, the first and third face is pretty much the same, I just wanted to personally express how I think ambidextrous people have so much talent in them.

12.41 a.m. How ironic that The Strokes are playing 12.51 in the background. So what is actually considered ironic to you? Opinions are like arseholes, everybody has one and they’re all full of shit. As far as I am concern, the only thing that is worth having an opinion about is this.

I shall end this without a conclusion.

Goodbye.

Waiting. What a word. I just sit here staring at this seven-letter word, with recollections of a million things in my life which have been heavily affected by this profound noun. So there were at least six traffic lights that turned red two seconds before I could drive pass on my drive home yesterday. My inaccurate calculation estimates seven minutes per traffic light, contributing forty-eight minutes of my evening. And that is how much waiting I was doing just for the sake of red lights.. which leaves me thinking of how many minutes I actually spend waiting for things I like, I want, I crave, or I just simply long. I guess the natural human capacity can’t always continuously chase what they want, it is just too exhausting, more mentally than physically. I remember when I was 9 in Assunta, how I was always the last kid to leave school at about 7.10 p.m every other day. Dad was a typical white-collared worker, working late nights under horrible bosses (well I’m just assuming that they’re horrible considering most bosses are generally narcissistic bastards). He left the office late, got stuck in KL’s self-infuriating traffic, and of course completely delayed his whole schedule of picking me up from school at 5.10 p.m. It was always very painful, waiting and waiting and waiting, whilst watching all the other kids giving their moms and dads big hugs and kisses as they jump into their own vehicles with their oversized Swan backpacks. There were moments when these incidents involved shedding tears next to a big yellow telephone booth. It was quite a devastating event when you’re 9.

Sixteen years have passed. I might not still be waiting for my dear father to come and find me at school but I still am patiently, actively utilising this seven-letter word in my daily life. The inevitable is still yet to come, and I’m pretty fucking excited about it.

“You can try if you like terrorising my mind, what you see you at night, 
While I can’t leave behind with a futile gesture,
A loaded question I know must be hope, 
A romantic notion a self not enough,
Circumstances dictate as a whim, as a fire that still burns inside, 
If you were to call I’d risk a second broken heart for you.”

Let it leak.

Color it.

Treasure it.

Erase it.