As much as I love this lazy little town, I would like to go home now.
It's not because of the incessant tribal drumming that's been waking me up every morning.
It's not because of the rock star living below us, beating the crap out of his new drum set every afternoon after the tribal drumming ceases.
It's not even because our apartment has become a solar oven, trapping heat so efficiently that being inside of our room is actually more unbearable than being outside.
I miss my family. And my cat.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Keane - Somewhere Only We Know
It's a good song--possibly even Eternal Playlist worthy if it didn't make me feel so conflicted. And a little sad.
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Friday, July 29, 2011
Raymond Lam - You Light Up My Life
It's been a really long time since I've found a Chinese song that's caught my attention (Eternal Playlist worthy, once again--we're on a roll this week, aren't we?). I got tired of the cookie cutter, bubblegum pop voices predominant in the Chinese music industry--it seems to be the style of the newer generations. Call me outdated, but I still prefer listening to old school songs from legends such as Jacky Cheung.
But Raymond Lam--now here's a man who can sing (at least for this song). He has a surprisingly deep, dreamy voice that sounds real sexy, particularly when he hits higher notes. I melt.
Goodness.
But Raymond Lam--now here's a man who can sing (at least for this song). He has a surprisingly deep, dreamy voice that sounds real sexy, particularly when he hits higher notes. I melt.
Goodness.
我最愛笑你偶有錯別字
望著動心一張小小告貼
我最愛看你笑眼裡沒壞事
日夜伴在身邊 說不出再見
為著互贈幸福 差一些 差 一 些
過住的不捨 不牽掛在這
下站就是幸福 一 路漫步
我信一天總會遇到
And you are my sunshine
My life, tonight (You light up my life)
And you are my sunshine
You make me all right (You light up my life)
我說要吻去你每滴淚
默默唸出窩心 小小語句
你最愛抱怨說我懶沒共聚
為夢日夜急追 會得失愛侶
為著互贈幸福 差一些 差一些
過住的不捨 不牽掛在這
下站就是幸福 一路漫步
我信一天總會遇到
And you are my sunshine
My life, tonight (You light up my life)
And you are my sunshine
You make me all right (You light up my life)
And you are my sunshine
My life, tonight (You light up my life)
And you are my sunshine
You make me all right (You light up my life)
You make me all right (You light up my life)
You make me all right (You light up my life)
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Avicii - Fade Into Darkness (Vocal Mix)
Absolute favorite song right now (Eternal Playlist worthy). I loved the original Penguin mix, but I adore the vocals in this version.
It's definitely feel good music.
It's definitely feel good music.
Looking up there's only sky,
rest your head I'll take you high,
and we won't fade into darkness.
Won't let you fade into darkness.
Where were we now.
You'll be safe.
You'll be safe.
Hold my hand, just in case,
and we won't fade into darkness.
Fade into darkness.
No we won't fade into darkness.
Fade into darkness.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Yesterday afternoon, I practiced driving with E. Then later on that evening, he taught me how to ride a bike.
E: Chantal. You are embarrassingly awkward right now for someone who is usually so elegant. Why are you waddling around like that? Start peddling!
C: IT'S THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO MOVE ON THIS THING WITHOUT FALLING.
E: Where is your pride.
C: On the ground where I left it when I first flew off.
Just when I thought I finally got the hang of it, I managed to ram myself into a parked car. I have this tendency of forgetting that there are hand brakes.
Who would have guessed I'd be better behind the wheel.
E: Chantal. You are embarrassingly awkward right now for someone who is usually so elegant. Why are you waddling around like that? Start peddling!
C: IT'S THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO MOVE ON THIS THING WITHOUT FALLING.
E: Where is your pride.
C: On the ground where I left it when I first flew off.
Just when I thought I finally got the hang of it, I managed to ram myself into a parked car. I have this tendency of forgetting that there are hand brakes.
Who would have guessed I'd be better behind the wheel.
Friday, July 22, 2011
C: Hey, where are you?
R: I'm in the Politics & History section
C: ...Erm. Ok, so are you ready?
R: Wait, 10 more minutes.
::moment of silence::
C: What are you doing there?
R: Oh, I'm reading a magazine.
C: Ah, the world is right again.
R: WHAT?! You were taking too long!
C: Um, the nation's second-largest bookseller is having a liquidation sale. HELLO.
R: Well I'm bored.
R: I'm in the Politics & History section
C: ...Erm. Ok, so are you ready?
R: Wait, 10 more minutes.
::moment of silence::
C: What are you doing there?
R: Oh, I'm reading a magazine.
C: Ah, the world is right again.
R: WHAT?! You were taking too long!
C: Um, the nation's second-largest bookseller is having a liquidation sale. HELLO.
R: Well I'm bored.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
K's been taking me out a lot more for some odd reason.
E feels neglected--he actually confided to R this afternoon.
K's given up.
And I may just have to flake on S tonight to sooth some hurt feelings and sort these people out.
This is the reason why I prefer to stay at home with the company of genderless, objective books. Less complications.
E feels neglected--he actually confided to R this afternoon.
K's given up.
And I may just have to flake on S tonight to sooth some hurt feelings and sort these people out.
This is the reason why I prefer to stay at home with the company of genderless, objective books. Less complications.
I'm not gonna lie. I find the felt pillows that the sororities and fraternities make absolutely horrid and cheap looking (except the ones R makes--she actually puts time into it, which is nice).
Though, utilizing a glue gun as opposed to a sewing machine is a pretty efficient--albeit cheap--tactic. It beats the days when I used to staple fabric together out of sheer laziness and lack of skill. True story.
Maybe it's a good thing that I'm no longer a Fashion Design major.
(I assure you, however, that my execution methods have improved very much since then.)
Though, utilizing a glue gun as opposed to a sewing machine is a pretty efficient--albeit cheap--tactic. It beats the days when I used to staple fabric together out of sheer laziness and lack of skill. True story.
Maybe it's a good thing that I'm no longer a Fashion Design major.
(I assure you, however, that my execution methods have improved very much since then.)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
My Mother somehow has it in her head that we're going to abandon her in a home when she grows old.
She also feels threatened by the cat, who's been receiving much of the affection and adoration from the children since he's been incorporated into our family.
Mm. I guess Grandma's situation is affecting her a lot more than I thought.
She also feels threatened by the cat, who's been receiving much of the affection and adoration from the children since he's been incorporated into our family.
Mm. I guess Grandma's situation is affecting her a lot more than I thought.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Flyleaf - So I Thought
Ironically, this is my favorite song from them--it's nice because you don't have to necessarily associate it with religion, well, at least not until the very end; basically, it's about a failed romance, realization, and finding salvation in Jesus. Apart from the latter aspect which I can't relate to at all (though, sometimes I toy with the idea in my head), I really like the lyrics and the way she sings it in a mournful but upbeat manner, with a dash of hope. Her voice reminds me a bit like Hayley Williams's from Paramore.
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods you learn too much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies about the times
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times weren't right
So I couldn't talk about it
Chorus romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, between
Chorus romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, between
And I'm praying that we will see
Something there in between
Then and there that exceeds all we can dream
So we can talk about it
Chorus romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last between
Chorus romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last time
And I'm praying that we will see
Something there in between
Then and there that exceeds all we can dream
And all these twisted thoughts I see
Jesus there in between
And all these twisted thoughts I see
Jesus there in between
Friday, July 8, 2011
Priscilla Ahn - Red Cape
A rock-on kind of song I like singing quietly along to on clear days.
I'm in peace, I feel sweetly released
From all that I couldn't let go
If I knew what to do
The I guess I'd finally feel anew
But I can't wear my cape
'Cause I would be repeating a mistake
I just gotta let it go
I just gotta let it go
I just gotta let it, let it go, let it go
I just gotta let it go
Yesterday a hurricane had blown away my long red cape
And I feel satisfied, I feel satisfied
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Last night I saw K again after almost a year.
He told me I was pretty,
But that I needed to eat more.
So he took me out to dinner
And I treated him to dessert.
Then we went back to his place
Where he lived in a tent
And had a tiny garden in the patio,
Where he grew baby potatoes, yams, onions, and watermelon.
Just like in the storybooks.
He told me I was pretty,
But that I needed to eat more.
So he took me out to dinner
And I treated him to dessert.
Then we went back to his place
Where he lived in a tent
And had a tiny garden in the patio,
Where he grew baby potatoes, yams, onions, and watermelon.
Just like in the storybooks.
Iron & Wine - Fever Dream
Soft, simple, nostalgic. Lovely acoustics for a lazy day.
Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A bird’s wing on the window
Sometimes I’ll hear her when she’s sleeping
Her fever dream
A language on her face
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek (Cryptex Reglitch)
I think, this may possibly be my favorite remix of Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek--and it was done by a 17 year old. Cheers.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit,
You don't care a bit.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
After much encouragement and support from my wonderful friends and family, I've decided to open up an Etsy shop for my dabblings in Art. Let's see where this takes me.
This is kind of exciting.
Profile: An English major with many interests and conflicted views regarding aesthetics, trying her hand at creative expression. Here you'll find my scribbles and scrabbles, splishes and splashes, as well as occasional musings translated into Art--it's a hobby.
When I don't spend late nights rubbing away at paper, I love reading books and discovering that I'm not very original at all.
This is kind of exciting.
Profile: An English major with many interests and conflicted views regarding aesthetics, trying her hand at creative expression. Here you'll find my scribbles and scrabbles, splishes and splashes, as well as occasional musings translated into Art--it's a hobby.
When I don't spend late nights rubbing away at paper, I love reading books and discovering that I'm not very original at all.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Today, much to my amusement, E struggled for about three hours in the kitchen trying to make me Red Velvet Cupcakes (from the box, might I add) while I laughed from my corner of the counter, rubbing away at my new Faber-Castell soft pastels, which I'm very pleased with.
Now we've got twenty four subpar cupcakes in the fridge, only three of which I'm going to eat, just to 畀面.
Needless to say, he has a newfound appreciation for my efforts in the kitchen.
E: Baking is boring and robotic. I don't think it's my calling.
C: You think?
Now we've got twenty four subpar cupcakes in the fridge, only three of which I'm going to eat, just to 畀面.
Friday, July 1, 2011
About fifteen minutes ago, I told R that I really felt like eating Boiling Crab. Then midway through the monstrous (and bland) sandwich I had settled for instead, she shoots off her bed and yells, "CHANTAL! LET'S GO TO BOILING CRAB!"
That would explain that crazy look she got in her eyes when I first brought it up. She has this strange obsession with pricey, spicy seafood--of course she would've taken me seriously.
It's 98°F out right now and I'm currently in a food coma, but hey, what the hell. People will let you down, but food? Food will never let you down. And I've got an hour to recover before we head out.
Allons-y!
That would explain that crazy look she got in her eyes when I first brought it up. She has this strange obsession with pricey, spicy seafood--of course she would've taken me seriously.
It's 98°F out right now and I'm currently in a food coma, but hey, what the hell. People will let you down, but food? Food will never let you down. And I've got an hour to recover before we head out.
Allons-y!
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