The Green Book

I've realized my mistake now. That is, of not having a journal for one whole year. It poisons you. This...excess of technology. There's only so much you can write and reveal to the online world.

And so, it's time to get back in touch with what's within.

It's healthier.

Besides, you can't sketch stuff in blogs. Haha.

Donnie Darko

"They Made Me Do It."

The most TRIPPY film I've EVER seen in my life. Period. One of those films that leaves your mind whirling that you could almost swear that you can hear your wits whirring in your head like an engine.

I got round to watching it because I found out that Donnie Darko is a fatalist. I didn't know there's a word for it, acceptance of fate. But then maybe I'm more for Determinism. I don't think I'm quite so passive. I sure as heck overreact a lot though. Ah well, fatalists are fatalists. *shrug* Didn't expect that particular hissy fit episode of mine to be quite so serendipitous.

I don't even know what genre this film is and am not going to try to categorize it either. Hah. Though I suppose it is fantastically surreal. Yeah, yeah, I'm tired of my own peacock terms too but I don't know how else to express how SUPER Donnie Darko is.

Film's about Everything. Like literally. But that's just me. And that's what the film's about, I think. No one answer to any question, ever. Everyone's entitled to their own interpretation of the film, which for once, is fine by me! I usually hate inconclusive nonsense. Heck, Donnie Darko is probably the epitome of inconclusive nonsense.

While you're watching it, you might wanna read this too, The Destructors by Graham Greene. It's in the film.

And THIS. After watching the movie, this is a MUST:

Click here!

Even if you haven't, you can just try it out for kicks. It's pretty cool.

And yeah yeah, Adam Lambert sang this song on Idol. It's the ending song for the film, Donnie Darko.

P.S: Jake Gyllenhaal, I've got my eyes on you *smiles Donnie Darko's smile*

One of You

I've had enough of running,

I've had enough just standing,

So I took a step,

And there I was; Falling.

Judge me not by my countenance,

Credentials or even by my words,

Because I'm one of you,

Men & Women of clay.

With dreams of my own,

And those of my Home,

I tread these paths you've trodden,

And try not make it a burden.

Try as I may,

To keep my head above the waters,

And my legs moving forward,

Alas, I'm never a free bird.

I plead to you my guilty conscience,

For the things that I did,

Or did not do,

Because I too, am one of you.

Lifters

Back in college *sigh*

Thanks mama for settling me in nicely and Happy Father's Day papa :)

Ah, well. I needed some lifters (naw, I ain't got narcotics on me), but I've these though:

YESSSSSS! David finally sang some new songs! These haven't been released as singles or in an album yet. It's about to be released though, his new album :)

Parachutes & Airplanes

Not A Very Good Liar

Your Heart, My Part

More than anything I like just talking,

And catch glimpses of your eyes,

As if dissecting a puzzle,

Or one smart arse riddle.

There shouldn't be any shame in it,

In befriending unworthy me,

Open your chest and sing like larks,

I know your tune better than he.

Never mind this pretentious facade,

It's just a play, It's just a stage,

Prattle all you want dearest,

I know you at your coldest.

Maybe there's no magic at all,

In this mystifying dance of wits,

For all I know I'm blinded,

Enchanted, even bewildered.

There's no mistaking though,

Your brilliance and eloquence,

A brand so reserved and rare,

Unguarded, but never bare.

May our nights last longer,

And our days go on forever,

Bury me not in your heart,

In your mind, keep my Part.

Ever So Inclined

Should I ever feel so inclined to drown or hide, I've books. Should I ever feel so inclined to forgive and forget, I've music. But Time is cruel, as always. Reality is twisted by it. Or is it the other way around? Doesn't matter.

Same old, same old. Am about to get shipped off back to college this Sunday.

The only comfort is that I didn't receive that letter for Parent-Lecturer's Day which is next Monday. There's still tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. Three days for that letter to arrive, if it should be so inclined to arrive. Hopefully not, because that would be a rather excessively despicable trick to play at the expense of my shredded self-confidence (or what's left of it anyway) in my academic capabilities.

I'd like to be an under-achiever among THE achievers at least. Grant me that and I'd be at peace with myself for a few moments. Grant me that at least and I shall have a renewed sense of achievement and will go the extra length for the remaining 4 months of college.

Academic insecurities aside...

I watched Red Dragon (2002) just now. Dr. Hannibal Lectre is one creepy psycho. 'Disturbing', is an understatement. I could almost smell the Fear (the protagonist's played by dearest Edward Norton) and unfortunately, my own. Scared witless. No shit.

P.S: Right this second, I kinda despise college. Hurry up November. I want out.

A Scornful Affair

Bring me a poet,

I’d scoff at him.

Bring me a writer,

I’d spit at her.

Bring me a musician,

I’d yawn at him,

Bring me a painter,

I’d laugh at her.

“Why do you scorn them so?

Are they not beautiful?”

Because they are passionate fools,

Who treat beauty as tools.

Because I too am a poet,

Painter, musician, writer;

As desolate as the ancient ruins,

Though never as majestic.

Because I’ve burned like them,

Wasting our feeble and fleeting lives;

Thus we spurn each other,

This fatal affair with our Muses.

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Note:

By all means I'm no poet, musician, painter or writer. I'm just a pathetic excuse of a 'wannabe' of all these. Hah.