fivesix.seveneight

two zero one zero

2010-01-20T05:37:00.000-08:00

cause we have two more years.
and you missed cat power.
in singapore.
the god most awesome concert ever.

then comes/
florence and the machine.
and shes only two four.
what will i be then.

of cause.
the xx.

and they are performing together.
yes i love singapores. for now.
but not sistic.
monopoliz-er.
book now.

four nine

2010-01-20T05:27:00.000-08:00

one year ago.
owls flew. soared.
if we add two ingredients what do we get.
dill for fish.
rosemary for lamb.
pots of soups.
kosher salt.
cracked pepper.
marination/ stew// thoughts///
pause. matching.
charred. bin.
bake gas mark five three hours.
burns. cuts.
but.
happiness.
chocolate.

a job you love.
intangible.
thank you.

four eight

2009-07-26T00:05:00.000-07:00

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
and they sound good both stripped down
and smooched with electronic beats
which is shockingly amazing cause most can only pick one of the above these days.

Los Campesinos!
with an exclamation mark

four seven

2009-07-09T11:04:00.000-07:00

cause money is not everything.

but it is something.

and something is everything.

thats the way it goes.

two steps left/

one step right.

dance. dance. dance.

just like mj did.

a victim of our social system.

or whats it its called now.

gossip girl.

cause

sticks and stone can break my bones
but words will never hurt me
and when i'am dead and in my grave
you will hear the words you call me.

hee-hee//

beat that.

four six

2009-05-14T04:30:00.000-07:00

i just want to draw
circles in the sky.
thats all.

four five

2009-04-29T00:27:00.000-07:00

crystal castles.
yes it came from he-man the guy with the huge ass sword and pussy tiger.

if pac man had ears.
this would be his sex music.

four four

2009-04-21T06:23:00.000-07:00

when all roads lead to death
whats the point of living.

dont u wish one day
the sun will stop beaming.

if there was a god
wont he hit reset
why is he still waiting.

four three

2009-04-17T05:52:00.000-07:00

click then read. please. it will make the point so much more apparent.

did u manage to catch the review. fridays paper sneaking in the corners.
rachael yamagata.wow.
she could have just wrote she came. she left.
whens the souls not there its just blatantly obvious.
it was as if i was reading the script from some long drawn played out court case.

what she actually wrote on her stupid writers pad with a pink felt pen with feathers sticking out and glitter peppered in the ink. if you can even count that review as journalism.

so what she wrote with her pink pen.
-she enter from stage left
-songs in the order she sang
-stone and doodle on paper
-check her texts
-remember that there is no fucking reception in the concert hall
-played pac man till the concert was over

went home
-complained to her family about her job
-wiki out facts for the review.

amazed of the trash that the straits times actually print out.
but arnt i spot on.

four two

2009-04-16T13:32:00.000-07:00

peanut butter. peanut butter.
where have you gone.
one whole jar
two days tops.
for into my mouth
lick and ate.
what comes out
is fats of late.

oh hair. oh hair.
why do u mock me
at the rate u are falling
dy/dx
y= total amt of hair
x= hair fall
left all will be a baldy.

flies insects and all things that bug me
metaphorically. literally.
why do impale me
with your words or with the ticks
is it not enough you took my blood

my minds now all in blitz
placed in a food processor
and pulsed three times.

what comes out
is all thats left
ashes. dust.
laid to rest.

tune for the kindergarten worthy post.

watch the whole damm thing. its only six mins. what can u do then.
more porn. just stream both.

four one

2009-04-15T23:14:00.000-07:00

rachael yamagata played yesterday.
i should have dump all my books and went.
sadly i stayed home and studied what was suppose to be my future.
hope she comes back.

its duet sans ray lamontagne but still just as good.

four zero

2009-04-10T09:03:00.001-07:00

what do you see.

thirty nine

2009-02-19T05:03:00.000-08:00

what if you rolled over.
and given the choice.
to never wake up.
would you choose
the beat of your heart.
or to finally meet your mark.
inst life just one big grand fuck.

on a utterly unrelated scale. the yeasayer.

raw bliss.

thirty eight

2009-02-08T23:50:00.000-08:00

one. he looks like a bobble head character with a clown nose. feel free to glance above.
two. he finds running fun a necessity. a drug that he has not been able to take forever.
three. he is proclaiming runners withdrawal due to his busted knee.
four. he rather be left alone to play than with the other kids.
five. he feels largely awkward without his his music player.
six. he will never understand or ever will be in love. just have intercourse goddammit.
seven. he then again has never had intercourse. or felt all the trash talk about sugar spice and everything nice.
eight. he does not believe in marriage and everything it represents.
nine. he believes in crystals chakras magic reiki and all that sortastuff.
ten. he hates loud obnoxious humans although there are times he was exactly that.

plus

one. he believes his death will be cause by getting run over. the only question is when.
two. he always will be in his own world when his headphones are on.
three. he always need more clothes. to distract passers by from his face.
four. he feels out of character doing this. the sole reason being to stall studying for his exams.
five. he wants to grow up to be jamie oilver bon iver and an amish guy.
six. he researches on food probably way too much but he still does it.
seven. he wants a new oven. and a camera. and so many others it will be a whole other post.
eight. he wishes he a creative genius. and a zillion times smarter. working on the former.
nine. hes the kid that skips orientation cause he rather work.
ten. he aspires one day to farm his own crops herbs and daily staples.

plus

one. he hates anyone touching him. pats on the back included.
two. hes this old now but still acts like hes ten. please refer to picture above.

ps. thats not his shirt its his fathers.

thirty seven

2009-02-04T20:18:00.000-08:00

words immaterial
no explanation desired
for a love like this.

my solitary premature valentines days post.

thirty six

2009-01-30T22:16:00.000-08:00

support our starving local artist.
not the ones they fly off to taiwan.
so they continue doing on that sweet spot.

thirty five

2009-01-29T01:35:00.001-08:00

photo from here.

i felt compelled to write about chinese new year. days of gluttony forced conversation red packets. reuniting. like an unspoken pact set each year the schedule set deeply entrenched written erstwhile i was born.
an occasion that can never be replaced by other holidays. never lackluster. nothing holds even close to this celebration.

the gatherings.
the fights.
the food.

crumbly buttery soft flakes whipped into auspicious shapes topped off with sweeten fruits.
hand rolled heavenly shards of crispy crunchy heated batter of a secret concoction of egg batter to paper thin manufactured uniformity.
slivers of toasted almonds sprinkled onto a simple base lighter than a meringue snapshot eating sweeten pillows of white airy clouds topped off with toasted crunchy bits finished by drizzling melted molasses.
the lost battle of trans fats.
braised duck soup stewed for days on ends to archive textures that are soft falling off the bone goodness. the flavors of the stock through every single spoon filled wonder.
homemade pounded chilli spiked secret ingredients made with a pestle and mortar instantly transporting you back to the era when firecrackers were still legal and you trying in vain to scare that hated cousin.
curries spiked in coconut milk not generic evaporated milk. filled with the aromas of bashed up shallots onions galanga curry leaves a shaving of candlenut amazing.
the hot pot broth that exponentially gets more scrumptious as the night goes on. bubbling with seafood just waiting to get caught by ones mini scoop-net piping hot into ones mouth.

happy chinese new year.

to you too obama.

thirty four

2009-01-28T22:20:00.000-08:00

the airborne toxic event

after a long hiatus my obeisance to the sloth and all his close relatives i appear again like the maggots left in weeks old meat.

first question. whats up with the darn ominous apocalyptic band name. go read up more maybe one can figure it out. white noise.
like a snow ball put together by calvin and hobbes on a white blanketed mountain they are gaining more momentum. factoring in pitchfork stunning review of a reassuring one.six its as prodigious to me failing my a levels. bad press is better than none i guess. you scrutinize the many brazilian shown by paris hilton.
in parts their self titled album sound faultless with its rock based literary lyrics arrangements perfection.
but put together they still seem lost. finding what makes them unique. their own identity. but think this should be the path paving the roads with black bricks. to

somewhere around midnight.

but still they make rockin music. just take the tunes like they were done by darn adroit schizophrenic mature kids making the best sounds alive.

thirty three

2009-01-02T02:27:00.000-08:00

if only things stayed that way
peter pan had a point
nothing good came from growing up.

thirty two

2009-01-01T13:02:00.000-08:00

if paradise exist what would it be
indulgence euphoria
unmitigated simplicity
could have been the aura from the single first step
or just plainly the sustenance received
plans will be made to revive this dormant withheld scene of consciousness
for now it lays contented knowing that such a place actually survives
exists.

thirty one

2009-01-01T12:36:00.000-08:00

back from my long hiatus filled with hunting santa
following specks of crumbled spiked breadcrumbs
to lands never set foot before
back into an chapter befitting a holga perfect picture
but all was shattered in eleven hours

little flecks of snow
how i wish it would know
to stay where it were be
frozen frozen like i know.

posts about the past will be made
just visualize watching back to the future.

thirty

2008-12-10T06:31:00.001-08:00

the picture being too grossly ugly for human eyes.
but it was my achievement
four: twenty six: twenty nine
popping happypills with my running shoes.
thanking my tunes

that old guy still trashed me though.

twenty nine

2008-12-06T05:45:00.000-08:00

my only hope would be the fortytwo dot oneninefive monsters out of their cells chasing me.
cramped every possible sound grunt and nudge into my tech band bursting at its seams
bubbling over the edges. second savior.
the very least i had a rockin real meal before i tumble over implode and meet my match.

twenty eight

2008-12-03T06:50:00.000-08:00

what we need now
compassion.
empathy.
and
warren buffet to spawn
like hell.

twenty seven

2008-12-03T06:02:00.001-08:00

the accident.

the ending.

twenty six

2008-11-04T21:03:00.000-08:00

so not all the songs i tune to is piano driven with slow haunting lyrics like those i would that you would take when one takes the leap off the edge of uob building which also happens to be a good place to have your final seconds. flying. on the facade belonging to the frenzied money hungry suits hunting the sgx. sardonic-nesm personified. cats chasing mice. tigers prowling for that doe eye bambi.

dirgressed.

Bloc Party

i am a convert
after listening to just one performance
so the windows creaking open
the flood gates of this newly found precious four
their third album just released
just enough of a clash bang pow of electronic rock soul
and biko.
perfect for the running shoes
and the arduous task of looming forty two
which only eighteen has been done.

this started it.

this modern love.

twenty five

2008-11-04T20:58:00.001-08:00

lumix lx3.

with the looming economy
heres a heads up to you santa
start slave whipping your elves
thanks.

cont..

its not like i am asking for the world
but if its possible sigma DP2
i will be a good boy fetch sit beg roll over at your decree

twenty four

2008-10-25T07:20:00.000-07:00

finally rachael yamagata.
elephants.. teeth sinking into hearts.
her songs about heartbreak. love. life. she personifies the goddess of written heartache vocally evoking emotions kept well hidden from the world. lyrics simple yet convoluted linking to every man in even the most fundamental manner tearing down all the structure that the world had put in place for oneself. vocally her voice resonates travels sinks tears into you. allowing you to forget or at least for that very few minutes where she captivates you in her world of the beauty of imperfection of all of mankind.

a two cd album.
the first.
roads leading from her previous album. happenstance. elephants the first track paves the way of yamagata signature vocals of we have yearned so long for. it lets the vocals shines when everything else fades into the background. transcending what she evokes the soft gritty compassion understated warmth in the blanket of her voice. every single song was worth the wait.. duet is sang by her and ray lamontagne. the harmony the slow dance they play with their voices is one of the best anyone could ask.

the second.
maturing. spreading herself. growing. you can really see why she decided to split it up into a two cd release. its a different growth. her debut as a rock artiste her voice higher beats faster. one may hold their doubts but she pulls it off. and amazingly well at it. she brings herself to another level setting a gritter mood raising the energy levels. in sidedish friends she snaps almost blithely.. I don't want you hanging out with me but I want you when I call..

i could go on describing every single tune but discovery is sometimes best left to your own two feet in some cases. and this is one of them. forget about my biased one sided post. and just soak yourself all that is rachael yamagata.

elephants.

.so for those of you falling in love. keep it kind. keep it good. keep it right. Throw yourself in the midst of danger. but keep one eye open at night.

twenty three

2008-10-22T19:43:00.000-07:00

elephants ... teeth sinking into hearts.

a start.

a middle.

a start.

again.

twenty two

2008-10-22T19:20:00.000-07:00

my void of life had been cramped into the tiny packaged box of rat race fruit loops koko crunch cereal. not those mammoth size economic pack. the ones u tucked into your play-dough lunchbox in kiddy school.
it will or can it ever stop our whole aim of life is for with a tiny morsels of truffles to make it seems so much more signifant than we ever are. the constant torrent of questions. can we live life just to lick off the infinitesimal amounts. or will be just get tired from all the scraping scrimping.
get cancer alzheimers osteoporosis. in that order.
and whatever happens after only he who shall not be named knows but do not tell. for the hope for that better place keeps all societies in check and reveling that nothing comes after brings about repercussions worst than the state of the economy in this day.

why adam ever had sexual relations with eve.

twenty one

2008-10-08T10:37:00.000-07:00

rachael yamagata is back.
after fours years//

i need to sleep. and more time.

twenty

2008-09-30T01:02:00.001-07:00

days.
living through sealed windows.

nineteen

2008-09-29T23:36:00.000-07:00

there are things that have to be said withheld for months
reason factors weighing down
but the farcard must stay
the angle already foreseen
this act before the next intermission
each day passes another brick is set in place
at the bottom of it all
will it give way crumble and crush
for all hope lost and never found
fight rebel action.
none taken.

eighteen

2008-09-22T01:15:00.000-07:00

after the very much much credibility bashing post about the very much still rocking macy gray which i still will not never ever ever ever retract. cause music is music. in the steps we walk. the water running. clanking of forks and spoons. the most common things put together. so to note a=c x b but ditto for b=a \ c. so refill the staple its time. sharpen your pencils. stop questioning. start again

bad veins

they actually have three members in the band. the last a 1973 Pioneer reel-to-reel tape recorder named irene. need i say more. bunched together making music that surpasses all borders. on live shows irene comes to play with this 2 man band they have the ability to capture the audience and sets the ambiance to a warm whisper or rousing chant. but that saying noone upstages these two blokes. you just have to listen to them. again. and again. and again. they are in the process of recording their first debut album. songs that are able to connect on a level that surpasses most tunes. the inspired way it seems the music is thrown together. the electronics the drums the lyrics. you realize that simple is not a walk on the stoned pavement. for such a short time of forming the band this can only get better..

'the lie' acoustic.
if they can already play like this. guess the potential of what they can do next.

seventeen

2008-09-13T03:16:00.000-07:00

the music post that come with too many videos. so now it will be simmered and boiled off to a singular video per post or at least thats what i claim now.

macy gray.
the black afro woman who sang the one hit wonder "i try".
even though she looks like a black man in drag.
i know there a million other black singers who are tons better vocally better than her. but she has the effect on me of what the jonas brothes have on tween kids now. i listened to her songs way too many times when i was knee tall. now the effect still remains after three albums even when the afro is gone. so to all the critics i know she cant sing to the standards of normal. there is something in the imperfection. but if you do share the love try betty lavette. i bow down to blue eyed soul or simply black music it just expresses so much more and may actually mean something more than words and tunes.

she actually has tons of songs mush more polished than this. but i think this would represent her in the moment.

she covers creep by radiohead.

sixteen

2008-09-13T02:09:00.000-07:00

things heads down for the worst. it seems or the picture is already splash painted to mimic all that goes against life against freedom. the brushes placed back. the paint left to dry. but all of whats left is blank and empty. if sustenance is unable. sunlight diminishing to minuscule amounts. fighting to reach or just procrastinate under the warmth of our blankets. whats the use of fighting resistance if all thats remaining on the outer shell is just an echo carbon copy of the internal self. but again and again repeatedly we try falling is all that more natural. retrogression just paves the path down the yellow brick road. perfection aint it.

fifteen

2008-08-31T00:54:00.000-07:00

there is something about abbey roads that amplifies the emotions evokes a whole different setting tone and extents the impact of any song.
i will just let the music do what it does.
three mainstream band.

snow patrol

the killers

the kooks

compare and contrast. the environment set the pace of the tunes. awaken form noises of the day to find serenity bliss happiness. and that actually the noises are not what it seemed it is so much more.

sidenote.fifteen. jamie oliver kitchen.

fourteen

2008-08-31T00:34:00.001-07:00

tutorial.

thirteen

2008-08-27T03:08:00.000-07:00

.fujiya and miyagi.

we are just pretending to be japanese.
and tts what these trio plus one.new member new album in september.
are doing and doing it darn well. i was a bit apprehensive at generally all of electronic head-bobbing music that pour the same churned out tunes and lyrics over and over and over. but these broke all my expectations with simple lyrics shoved into the dryer to reveal a simple warm and fuzzy sheen spread shaken to coat all their songs.
perfect for your running shoes.
or for these rainy days to jump hop or roll.

so lets all pretend to be japanese

come on you have to be in awe. aweesome vid.

thanks b

twelve

2008-08-27T02:55:00.000-07:00

i will not lament how i have overexcess piles of work. cause that would be a plain lie. like clinton not having sexual intercourse. this new fangled freedom need to be restrained. pouring in these alphabet beating the door down worst than michael jackson crotch grabbing dancing kicks. focus so history will not be repeated. but its proving to be difficult.

so who will win the battle.

eleven

2008-08-12T07:30:00.000-07:00

justin vernon aka
bon iver.

and here comes more flooding of absolutely cool tunes.
most are stripped down its bear minimum to reveal true emotions in play
loneliness nostalgia wonderment
heartbreaking pretty.
detaching himself from society for three months in seclusion in his father cabin deep in the woods. isolating himself in his thoughts.his reflections.
surviving on his own two hands gathering wood hunting food in the solitary winter days.
however
only armed with his acoustic guitar and expressive falsetto
he managed to make this
flawless music wrapped in his own creative soul delivered to us in a package that almost makes us feel we are intruding his privacy
but these are a peek into his soul.
these are the songs of absolute isolation revelations and liberation..

skinny love

flume

ten

2008-08-12T07:11:00.000-07:00

years decades have passed
we see our hero now thrown into situation
conditions predicaments that he seems so very distant
the snow globe has been shaken
white flakes whirling like katrina all over again
will the eye of the storm come to pass
for that intermission of tranquility is all he is looking for
but never will it come..

nine

2008-08-03T08:31:00.000-07:00

the next sentence can be phrased into more cerebral words but
where the fuck had time evanesce to since that celebrated day of february seventh
which happens to be a date i will remember for life. thats a whole other number though.
so i have gone past onetwo.threefour.
and here comes fivesix.seveneight.
if u still have not factorized multiply substrate dy/dx graphistize
what the blog title means. here it goes.
i have expired from my onetwo.threefours
the inaugurations of life the beginning we learn our foundations
crawl walk run jump fall
talk count sing babble curse
so heres my fivesix.seveneight
as i commence on my loosely tether fabricated catamaran with my trusty beloved shadow far behind
i go.
i leave.

i begin.

on a blitheful tone nine signifies the number of toenails i have left.

eight

2008-08-01T06:59:00.000-07:00

lykke li.
if you haven heard of her yet shes lemon limes with a single marshmallows
her innocence childlike quality and awkward charm somehow had strange ability to connect with tunes addictive just ask the bloody kfc jingle
she squeaks hiccups jumps whisper shouts
movements subtle yet confidence
this years peter bjorn and john
sweden not only made ikea it seems to be making amazing music too.

ethereal and distracted, more licklegurl lost than lovelorn lady, over lo-fi electronic melodies that sound at once perky and morose, upbeat and mournful.

little bit.

and i'm Good, i'm Gone.
with robyn

black cab sessions.

you can dl a single for free on her webby.

seven

2008-07-29T10:16:00.000-07:00

yk one night stand.
in pink.
just the way he likes it.

six

2008-07-26T06:56:00.000-07:00

a drunk with hair filled with coke
armed with a self-destructive boyfriend
peppered with gaylang worthy tattoos
but in her sober moments
awesomeness personified

amy winehouse rocks. stones and pebbles..

so kids dont do drugs..

five

2008-07-25T06:39:00.001-07:00

one tiny island
one night only
one martell
one absolut
one really happy drunk

the one and only edison..

four

2008-07-24T02:03:00.001-07:00

watch it.
just watch it.

nihilism in film.
although it does
emotionally blackmail.

but its perfect in that certain way..

three

2008-07-20T22:02:00.000-07:00

religion is an insult to human dignity
without it there would good people who do good thing and evil people who doing evil things
but
for good people to do evil things that takes religion.

agree.
disagree.

religion has been the basics of so many wars deaths so the relentless questions follows. people divide segregate themselves due to the basics of their deep faith. they have been indoctrinated with views and facts growing up with the different fundamental believes they hold so dear to their heart. jerusalem it personify and acts as a perfect example for the microcosmic of religions. home to four different religions armeian. christian. jewish and muslim it is stores countless religious holy sites and considered to be significantly important in all four religions. however due to politics combined with religion extremisms this city has been destroyed twice. besieged twenty three times. attacked fifty two times. captured and recaptured forty forty times. and this is considered to be the pivotal land of the holy.

i believe questioning ones religion should not be placed as taboo but however be welcomed in all faiths and given satificatory answers. we should not believe cause we are told to believe but because there is logical evidence.
evolution by natural selection is backed by mountains of theories. while creation contradicts the evidence and is only backed by some ancient scribblings.

sectarian education is just plainly wrong how can a innocent child be able to be labeled by their parents religion and faith. their differences are drilled into them at such a young age with or without their knowledge. this is where religion difference starts at such a young age the seeds of segregation are already rooted in their minds. why are children already labeled from such a young age instead of letting them see the evidence for themselves and allowing them to choose. a child does not know what is right or wrong they believe whatever it is told even though it may be nonsense. yes as they grow they will figure it out by logically thinking but those who dont they will grow up and spread the virus of these thoughts. to a child they actually believe in the hell fires. literally. and to scare a child into being good. thinking and forced into the conformed shape of their faith. is not how anybody would want it.

"Do not accept anything by mere tradition ... Do not accept anything just because it accords with your scriptures ... Do not accept anything merely because it agrees with your pre-conceived notions ... But when you know for yourselves — these things are moral, these things are blameless, these things are praised by the wise, these things, when performed and undertaken, conduce to well-being and happiness — then do you live acting accordingly."

perfection.
or close to it.

there will be a part two..

two

2008-07-19T03:16:00.000-07:00

a break from daily noises.
i have nothing against miley cyrus ashlee simpson pcd.
but it used to meant something not just putting beats together with overly synthesized barely recognizable voices.
we have "blackout" for that and thats more than enough.
this blog will be peppered more likely opening the flood gates with the music i listen to. and love. to tweak your minds. just maybe. about the stuff you hear just for a change.
and we start off with epic mind blowing awesome songwriting..

one

2008-07-19T02:19:00.000-07:00

it begins again.
the desperate desire of the quintessential singaporeans to have a generic life that sets its pace in two weeks. the start of what makes or break our eventuality of our whole lives being mapped out now.
now would seem a perfect time to stretch out of the conformist bubble created.
the roads of life can be reformed reconstructed.
since the forming moments in this world we have been shoved into barriers and boundaries.
black.
white.
yes.
no.
risks quantified into numbers.
are we all just slaves to god..