Friday 30 May 2014

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. 

I wanna call JD Salinger, and say thanks - it all sound absurd now because he is dead a very long time ago. 

Thursday 29 May 2014

Thoughts on real world

oh simple thing,
where have you gone,
i'm getting old and i need something to rely on.

reminds me of the commencement speech by bill watterson, the creator of kelvin and hobbes.

SOME THOUGHTS ON THE REAL WORLD BY ONE WHO GLIMPSED IT AND FLED 

A REAL job is a job you hate. I designed car ads and grocery ads in the windowless basement of a convenience store, and I hated every single minute of the 4-1/2 million minutes I worked there. My fellow prisoners at work were basically concerned about how to punch the time clock at the perfect second where they would earn another 20 cents without doing any work for it.
It was incredible: after every break, the entire staff would stand around in the garage where the time clock was, and wait for that last click. And after my used car needed the head gasket replaced twice, I waited in the garage too.
It's funny how at Kenyon, you take for granted that the people around you think about more than the last episode of Dynasty. I guess that's what it means to be in an ivory tower.

- Bill Watterson

Full transcript can be found at http://web.mit.edu/jmorzins/www/C-H-speech.html


Tuesday 6 May 2014

secondhand serenade and something beautiful

cracking mysteries from sherlock holmes's house
dear daisy,
i love the name something beautiful, so i decided to use the name again in this new leaf. whatever. its mine, unless robbie william wanna make a 100 million dollar claim - for the song with the same name.

myr


Friday 2 May 2014

reminiscing, something beautiful in 2013.













a sky full of stars

dear daisy,


One of the happiest hari raya with the family, 2013 -  when pakngah was healthy and ayahlang was cool as he had always been.  This is home, full of love.

Cousins, and we grew up together in this house with mak when we were young and dangerous.

Ghost stories - a sky full of stars.

Atlas - some saw the sun, the smoke, the gun and bent the bow. sometimes the wire must tense for the note. caught in the fire, say oh... we are about to explode.