Posts Tagged ‘music’

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I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.

16 January 2010

Today, something beautiful happened. I found myself in contact with a rather speedy cable internet connection and decided to sort of ‘seize the day’ and just have at it, and so I downloaded Vuze and downloaded more within two hours than I did in the last two months combined. I finally got The Fame Monster, the New Moon soundtrack, the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack, the new Vampire Weekend album Contra, the Ke$ha album (which was for my sister, really), both Glee compilations, a Neon Indian album, and Zombieland is still downloading as I type. And it feels beautiful to be doing this right now. I promise to delete everything one day and rebuild my library legally, but this is all I can manage for now. Besides, it’s not like the big music executives are going bankrupt or anything.

Anyway, this downloading process occurred simultaneously with insane Facebooking and microblogging to an extent that I haven’t quite done since early October, during the last days of our home DSL connection. During this time I also managed to go on the Canon and Nikon websites to check out potential cameras for when I finally raise enough funds. For this same reason I also went on the Apple site and ‘built my own Macbook Pro’, which costs about $2,600 with all the added upgrades. I really do love looking up potential material possessions. Though such habits only reflect on me negatively as they exhibit my lust for worldly things, we only live once, and living only once renders our lives insignificant. Einmal est keinmal.

And, while on all these different site, getting myself excited for series four of Skins (which comes out on the 28th — I am so excited!) and reading through missed posts on Hipster Runoff, I realised that I haven’t really made a decent blog post in a very long time. This is why I am making this entry now.

Since the last time I wrote a decent post, some things have changed. I have reverted back to the status of she who does not like anyone right now, which is a good break from the last semester, which has been pretty much useless aside from the fact that I now know that not everyone who you think is your friend really is. I don’t miss the company that I used to have last year, at least not anymore, after realising that there are so many other people who are much better. Really, there’s nothing great in surrounding yourself with negative company. I try to be surrounded by positive people who are also smart and hip and cool. 

I still love typography and wish to learn as much about it as possible, but I have to focus on the second semester. SATs are next week, I have to fill out my high school resume and come up with a list of thirty schools for my guidance counselor, I still have to decide whether or not to watch American Idol this season, and I’m beginning to wonder why Noah Cyrus is becoming culturally relevant because she looks thirty years old and is just plain weird. Also, I have a shitload to do for Monday, all of which will be postponed for tomorrow night since I’m currently in my grandparents’ house which, unlike my house, has cable TV, cable internet, and a working air conditioner. And a hot shower! One day I plan on owning this house and converting the shed in the backyard into an art studio. Oh yeah, I want to do art now. And be an artist. It would be quite nice.

More later on.

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Nothing to write about right now, really, but I felt that I really had to update at least one of my blogs.

19 November 2009

Between my last post and this one I’ve been keeping myself busy with a couple things. There’s watching Big Brother every night at 10, making sure I get all my work done before then, trying my best to keep up with the music these silly kids listen to these days (I am not musically retarded!!), tryouts for Forensics, having to write a BT article by SATURDAY (it was assigned today), all the crazy stuff I have to do for IBHL English (IB oral soon!!), SAT preparations, and, of course, trying to keep my mental, social and most importantly my emotional health from falling apart, the latter of which has been rather down since yesterday, midday. It was so horrible I actually had a physical headache, and today I found myself tearing up. Sad stuff.

While waiting for Skins series 4 to come out, I’ve found another E4 show to watch for the next few weeks. It’s called Misfits and it’s basically Skins except they’re a bunch of ASBO’d pricks with crazy superpowers that I don’t think anyone would really want (except Curtis, cos he can turn back time when he does something he regrets, which is one thing I’d love to do once in a while, especially for a bunch of things that happened in the past couple of months). The concept is pretty simple and sounded rather dumb when I first heard about it. I mean, it’s about a bunch of kids who get struck by lightning while doing community service and then end up with these crazy powers. The chav can read people’s thoughts, which basically consist of people calling her a chav, the horny black girl can turn guys into crazy rapists when they touch her, and the creepy almost-arsonist turns invisible when he already feels invisible (because no one talks to him). I already mentioned the other guy.

Oh, and there’s this other, other guy in it — he’s played by Robert Sheehan, the Irish guy in Cherrybomb whom I referred to as the ‘curly indie boy’ — well he’s just absolutely hilarious. He didn’t get any special powers or anything. I think the world just hates him or something. It’s quite sad since he’s by far the fittest of them all.

Also, aside from that, IASAS Forensics auditions are ongoing. I had my Original Oratory audition on Monday, but I’m pretty scared since there are a lot of really really goood people who signed up, and in the end only three people are actually going to Taipei. I may have gotten in last year, but the pool of competition is so intense that OO is actually probably the hardest event to go to for two years in a row. This afternoon I have my Oral Interpretation audition. I think I’m gonna do “Daddy” by Sylvia Plath. It’s a poem that I’ve never really read before, and I find it really weird. I think I’ll just wing it and not care if I don’t make first cut. I’ll try out for impromptu as well. But I suck at that kind of stuff. Speaking spontaneously. It’s horrendously difficult.

Oh, and New Moon is coming out this week. I’m not watching it, though. I’m gonna go see 2012 first. Twilight can wait until all the scary fangirls die down (or just die, pretty much). I’m thinking of more random stuff to write about right now. type type type

Since I gave this the ‘music’ tag as well I guess it would be in order to talk about how lost I am with all the ‘awesome new music’ these days. I mean, Owl City? Seriously? How did the soundtrack of about a month of my freshman year end up topping the charts? I don’t mind Owl City that much, he’s cool when I need him to be, but hearing him on the Manila airwaves is just a little bit awkward. He’s getting too popular. See, now, when he goes out of style, he’ll just be another one-hit wonder, another has-been. That would be sad. BUT if he didn’t go all mainstream, he’ll be cool forever. True story. Sad, but true.

Another sad story was a short one I read last night, “On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning” by Haruki Murakami. But I’m actually too lazy to write about that right now since I’ve already reached more than 700 words.

This is crazy. I can write 700 words of BS and not about Pacquiao, really? He’s the national hero! Oh yeah, good job with the Cotto fight. I hate boxing.

OH GOD I JUST SAW THE ITUNES CHART AND I AM BOUT TO SHOOT MYSELF. See tumblr for details.

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Things I realised that I like and don’t like.

5 September 2009

I like Animal Collective. I didn’t realise I did until I decided to really listen to them without condemning them for being such a pretentious indie hipster band. Merriweather Post Pavillon is actually a pretty good album, and yes, “My Girls” really is one good song. I guess even I can’t deny that any longer. Whatever.

I like Hipster Runoff. I think it’s a pretty amusing little corner of the interweb and some of the posts are strangely humorous, regardless of whether or not they were meant to be that way.

I don’t really like Quentin Tarantino. I mean, he’s made some pretty decent films like Pulp Fiction, and I’m gonna watch Reservoir Dogs when I find the time (since I have the DVD for the next month), but I don’t think his general body of work is anything too special. He’s a director with his own style, sure, but I think of him as one of those directors that people feel that they have to like since he made Pulp Fiction and whatnot. But I saw part of Thunderbolt: Death Proof (or something, I can’t remember the title, but Kurt Russell was in it) and I realised that his style isn’t something that I’m too big a fan of. That, or I was just watching a horrible movie. I don’t like the random useless conversations, I don’t like the exaggerated bleeding in Kill Bill, and I’m not big on his overuse of contrapuntal music. Sorry, Quentin.

Okay, that’s all.

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Today’s Downloads!! Woo!!

15 August 2009

I didn’t get to download too many from leaked, but it’s my first time downloading music in a while.

The latest additions to my library are as follows:

  1. Cobra Starship, Hot Mess
  2. 3OH!3, “Don’t Trust Me (Alternative Guitar Version)
  3. Boys Like Girls, “She’s Got A Boyfriend Now”
  4. Anberlin, “Naive Orleans”
  5. Modest Mouse, No One’s First And You’re Next
  6. Frankmusik, Complete Me

Unfortunately, my attempt at snagging the latest As Tall As Lions album failed. It’s absolutely frustrating.

However, I have reached a new Facebook milestone:

I didn’t cheat, either, I promise!!

Also, I’m not going to Singapore anymore. I have my priorities set, and that trip just isn’t one of them anymore. This Halloween better be awesome, then, especially since I’ll be here in Manila.

God, I have so much to do for this week!! I haven’t started anything, either, which is kind of horrible on my part. English, Math and Psychology.. you’re just gonna have to wait a little bit longer. MUN.. yeah. Sure. Soon.

I don’t understand what happened to my Tumblarity. Anyway, I update my tumblelog more frequently than this one.

Much love.

K

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My home internet connection is a zombie in a coma.

14 August 2009

Something strange has been happening to me recently.

There’s nothing wrong with crying after watching The Notebook or A Walk to Remember. Those chick flicks were meant to be cried to. It’s normal for someone to sob or at least shed a tear after watching a two-hour film about something that ends in tragedy. That’s what tragedies are meant for. However, I don’t think it’s commonplace for someone to cry after, say, watching a music video. Or a trailer.

Yes, for some reason, even short videos of less than five minutes long have triggered emotional breakdowns. The trailers for The Time Traveller’s Wife and My Sister’s Keeper, for example, have brought me to uncontrollable tears every time I see them, including times when the trailers would be played before a feature in the cinema. I have not read the book of either movie, but the trailers gave me something to anticipate, and from the moment I finished watching both trailers for the first time I knew that I would probably end up having to bring a box of tissues when I had to watch the full movies. The Time Traveller’s Wife, for example, was about a woman who met the man of her dreams, but would lose him every so often due to his irrepressible condition which causes him to travel through time. My Sister’s Keeper, on the other hand, is about a girl with cancer. I get sensitive around that topic.

Trailers aren’t the only sorts of videos that have made me cry lately. Even music videos have had the same effect.

“We Are The World”, for example, was a charity song by USA for Africa, which was composed of a group of some of the most popular American musicians of the mid-80s. Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Steve Perry, Kenny Loggins, Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson, James Ingram, Bruce Springsteen, Tina Turner, Cyndi Lauper, Shiela E and many more were all gathered in the same room, recording a song that went from an idea to a finished masterpiece within twelve hours.

The effect that “We Are The World” had on me surprised me just as much as it surprised my mother and sister, who were with my at the time of my emotional outburst. Maybe it was the fact that Michael Jackson had just died, but I had a feeling that the mere thought of that day “We Are The World” was recorded was what I found to be too much for me to handle. Here was a group of extremely talented vocalists, composers, musicians, all of which had a different vocal quality and produced their own unique sound; one would wonder what they would sound like if they were to all sing together. It came as a huge surprise that their voices would fit together so harmoniously. All these epic musicians were gathered in an epic room to sing an epic song, and it was far too epic for me to handle. The tears came pouring out when Bob Dylan came up, and then I simply burst into tears.

“We Are The World” reminded me that the quality of music back then remains to be unmatched. Despite the fact that music is far more widespread these days in terms of genre doesn’t replace the fact that quality is better than quantity. If today’s generation of artists were to come together in an attempt to match “We Are The World”, who would write and compose the song? Who would sing it? How would they sound if they all sang together?

We are a generation that grew up listening to music, which is why the kinds of music that are popular today are only the results of various combinations of yesterday’s sound. The fact that “We Are The World” will probably remain unmatched forever is a haunting thought, and it was a thought that made me bawl my face off.

I would go on to talk about Fall Out Boy’s latest video, “What a Catch, Donnie” as well, but study hall will soon be over. The overview on that, though, is that Fall Out Boy is about to go on a hiatus, and the music video was like a culmination of all their works and all their hits. Patrick Stump fishes out elements from old music videos coming from a shipwreck, as well as people (from Fueled by Ramen and Decaydance) in a lifeboat… On the sinking ship is Pete Wentz, which is a literal representation of the line, “They say the captain / Goes down with the ship”. I’m going to miss Fall Out Boy so much. Hence the tears.

Oh, how anticlimactic. Study hall will soon be over, and so I shall be off now.

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Playlist/reading update and school schedule post, since I have school in two days.

4 August 2009

ommagawdI’m still in Helvetica obsession mode (my Tumblr is getting the full treatment at the mo) and, with two days of school, I’m out of ideas for a unique track or artist-based playlist, so my iTunes is back in “play all” mode. Apparently my eight-artist playlist last week resulted n 103 Why? plays. I love their sound too much, even though I have no idea what they look like. I don’t know what a lot of artists look like. I rarely watch any music videos these days, either. Sometimes the visual ruins it. Take La Roux, for example. She’s not the prettiest sight but her music is quite smile-inducing.

On Saturday night I saw Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for the second time in theaters. I enjoyed it very much, and decided compulsively to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the fourth time. It took me Saturday night, Sunday morning and Sunday night to finish. I still laughed and cried over the same parts. Yesterday, I browsed over the Harry Potter cast page on Wikipedia to check on who will be casted as who. I assumed that the casting of certain characters will be connected to which scenes will definitely be featured in the final films. Some characters (and therefore scome scenes) are still uncertain (such as Dean Thomas, the Carrows and the Dursleys), but from what the chart tells me, the film will include the wedding scene, Shell Cottage, infiltrating the Ministry of Magic, Godric’s Hollow, visiting Xenophilius Lovegood, Scrimgeour handing over the book, Deluminator and Snitch, et al. I’m too excited.

As for school, I posted my schedule twice on my Tumblr post and once on Facebook. Tumblr links here and here. There are definietly some changes in the school building, such as the canteen expansion and changes in the Fine Arts hallway. I’m grateful to have been given a top locker this year, and hopefully I get my ICARE choice as well. Also, I borrowed five SAT review books yesterday. They’re quite a hefty load to carry round. Good thing they’ll be staying in my room all year until I have to return them in late May.

I like the classes that I chose for the upcoming year, but I still don’t know who I have classes with, which is sad. Then again I’ll find out in two days, but not until 9am, since I haev study hall first period. Since I have nothing to study for, though, I might just mess around wherever. Maybe I can check out a few books, whatever.

Now playing is “Truth Begins” by Dirty Pretty Things. I might change back to the Post-Punk Revival playlist soon, who knows.

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I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life.

31 July 2009

Six days before school starts. I’m trying to make the most of my excessive free time by blogging my butt off. Murphy’s Law really does bite you sometimes. Now that the first week of school will soon be upon us, my sleeping habits suddenly decided to betray me and my boredom was, on the same token, vaporised by Tumblr and ONTD and internet memes. I’m still listening to the eight-artist playlist I made yesterday. I get to listen to Why? the most, though, given that I have more than three of their albums. As I type this sentence, as a matter of fact, Why’s “These Few Presidents” is playing. It’s my favourite song by them.

I’m taking some time right now to talk about two silly, happy and beautiful people with whom I have spent time this summer.

This fierce HBIC is Paulina and she’s the one who always tells me to calm down when I’m hyperventilating, freaking out over Harry Potter or showing signs of stress in any other way or form. She also reminds me to pay more attention to my Manila friends rather than OSFs, which is good because she keeps me down to earth like that. Even though she doesn’t know ANY of the artists I listen to (at least none that matter) I still forgive her because she actually buys her music on iTunes like every normal person should. She’s awesome because she pities me (I’m almost serious about this) and tries to help me out of my pitiful boredom by inviting me to go out with her and her mom. I thank her eternally for making my summer a whole lot better than I expected it to be. I’ve only known her for seven months, but these past few months are the most fun I’ve had in a while.

Now, Angie is Burmese but she looks like a Filipino because she’s in the Philippines and since all Southeast Asians can pass for a Filipino the misconception was inevitable. Ever since sixth grade I’ve known her as the nice girl who loved to talk, and I’m glad that despite the changes in people over the past few years, she remained pretty much the same. She’s full of surprises and I love that, unlike me, she lives a healthy and active lifestyle, while trying to save the planet at the same time. I would also like to add that while she complains to having horrible circles under her eyes, I do too and so do a lot of people. She’s on the better side since she goes paragliding or cliffhanging or whatever it’s called. In Cebu. CEBU!! She’s been to more places in my country than I have.

Anyway, I can’t wait to spend junior year with you guys!!

Now, I’m off to Tumblr to spam the world.

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