all that cant be said

just because

Saturday, July 17, 2010

 

Yours Truly Presents: The Morning Benders

Yourstru.ly Presents: The Morning Benders "Stitches" from Yours Truly on Vimeo.



The Morning Benders are an amazing band from Berkeley that I've had the luck of watching on two occasions. Here, they team up with the Echo Chamber Orchestra and Yours Truly for a super version of their song "Stitches", off sophomore Big Echo. 

Go to www.themorningbenders.com to check them out, as well as get a free mp3 of the upbeat "Promises".

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

 

Imagination/Life



when so much of life is imagination

it's hard when you can still tell the two apart



Saturday, June 20, 2009

 

future reflections


i'm going to use this to get myself a job before graduation


Thursday, February 21, 2008

 

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i really miss samuel. i wish he'd come back soon. especially with the recent shootings in the american schools. worries me thinking of mike and samuel there.

close your eyes and listen to jose gonzalez



Tuesday, February 19, 2008

 

young/old

some might say
you live until you die
when youre old you only sigh
because you feel so let down

where's the truth
feeling old when you are young
being old you cant be young
it's a perversion of numbers

age has taught
what centuries has claimed
lives lost in dismay
in the torrents on display
when it's not your mistake to make


 

Into The Wild

Probably no one is going to read this. Still, recording this down makes me feel more concrete in my beliefs and ideals.

Started reading Into The Wild, about a young man named Chris McCandless. He ventured alone into the wilderness and eventually died in the wilderness of Alaska. Some say he was brave, a hero, an ambitious young man who lived his dream. Others argue that he was stupid, arrogant and full of flamboyance and bravado. I say he did what he wanted, maybe he was reckless, well, probably, but he's done more for himself than I can say for myself.

Reading about him, this hopelessly charming, incredibly intelligent 23-year-old who practically killed himself, makes me think that he's not all that different from the rest of us. Sure, he was super smart, maintaining  almost perfect grade point averages all through his academic career. Still, he was more like us than Bill Gates or Stephen Hawkings, or that smart kid from your class who talks in huge words and walks with his chin to the ceiling. I don't think I'm anything like him, but I do think that if I were, it would be better than this.

Having felt stuck and uninspired for most, if not all of my life, and then suddenly being immersed into the last months of his Chris' life makes me think that I should do better than I am now. Like maybe I should watch less Family Guy and do more philanthropic kinds of stuff. You know, venture into my own wilderness and lose myself, not like Eminem, but more like that Greek-looking guy in the painting The Ship by Salvador Dali. Tired and wet with sails on his back, clmbing out of the ocean into something else. Half man, half sea-boat thing. Maybe I'm half girl, half Bear Grylls, sort of.



Friday, September 08, 2006

 

hypocrisy

there are so many things you dont know about me

but i can see through you

the girlfriends, the lies, the broken promises

i know what you want and what you need

and surely you know that too

it's just too sad because you will never learn from your mistakes

so you get hurt and you blame everyone else

can't you see you dug this hole and put yourself into it

i sympathise with you. you hypocrite.

Monday, September 04, 2006

 

payback

PAYBACK

its only when you look around
that you realise what you have
but when you do exactly that
you realise what you lack

but who are we to judge and say
take a bit and the glory will stay
consolation's a piece of dirt
when you realise your friend's a jerk

ouch my heart it grinds in pain
boom my head explodes in restraint
youve been broken, time runs long
unforgiven, who's to say we cant get along

all these games we used to play
skills we mastered along the way
smile with a heart as black as tar
running over me like you drive nascar

slap me bitch and i'll slap you back
careful your pretty jaw might crack
take your hypocrisy, i'll chew it up
spit it out into your money cup

feeling used and thrown aside
paint a picture: woosh goes her pride
wait, now it matters, all will be fine?
only with you stuck onto the foot called mine

cos it's only when you look around
that you realise what you had
but too late to regret, my love
cos you cant have it back

im sorry you regret, my love

but payback's a bitch.


note: i'm not being mean, but maybe i am A LITTLE inspired by life. cos if you treat people like dirt, you have it coming to you. what goes around comes around. they dont call it karma just cos it sounds cool. the KARMA POLICE are coming after you. and i'd run if i were YOU.

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