Writings
Monday, September 25, 2006
Writings
Woke up to a rainy morning today.Rain splattered and the wind blew,the air-conditioning made funny noises,as i crawled up and stared out into the world with utter admiration.I dont remember the last time staring out my room's window and see rain,the way it was this morning.I could hear my mother leaving for the office with my sister outside my door,but at that time of the morning i didnt want my mother to ask why i was awake so early and all those questions.Besides,i dont think the rain is a valid reason to forsake one's sleep,now is it?
It still stirs i guess,and i am like a glass of juice left in the freezer for an amount of time,but not long enough to have the whole cup frozen?There is still water,and by stirring the spoon,the ice cube spins,and it doesnt seem to stop spinning.There i was,frozen in a sort of way,and still stirred by the splattering of the rain on my window panes.But just a little bit i guess,no longer as strong or as mind-bending.Instead of grieving,i laid in bed thinking about Jonathan Champion,the dead pianist.
A minor and E minor,variations of those two and you get "Everyday",a song by a pianist called Carly Comando.I was drowning in the waters of self-destruction yesterday night.Writer's block,or so they call it.But i wasnt even having a writer's block.I mean,a writer's block is when you are halfway through something and then...blocked,right?Yesterday night was when i couldnt even start writing,when i didnt have anything to say about...well,anything.Which was strange,considering the length of my entries.I had ideas going on in my head,my brain like a lava lamp with ideas going around in convectional currents.But i couldnt put them down in words.Words that would string together to look good enough,and i was so frustrated with myself,for trying so hard.Or,almost too hard.
I decided to keep my mind of things by watching a video made by this guy called Noah Kalina.Apparently he took a picture of himself everyday,for the past six years and made it into a video(You can see the video in the link provided).A little creepy i must say,but what captured me the most about the video really was the music in the background,done by Carly Comando,a friend of his.Carly is not a recording artistes whatsoever,she's merely a member of the band called Slingshot Dakota.The depth of that piece of music called "Everyday",was beyond anything that i have ever heard.And i remember the scenes of the story that i had in mind falling into places,with the rise and fall of the notes,through my speakers and resonating off the walls of my room.Beautiful stuff,and do check it out.
I dont know why my stories always revolves around death.I guess it is the fascination and fear of it that spurted me on.Or,perhaps the music was just too enchanting in a very dark and mysterious way,like death.I guess since we can never run away from it,we might as well embrace it any way possible.I dont think a story reflects the personality of oneself.It's not like everybody is Virginia Woolf,killing themselves after writing a potentially suicidal book.I dont think i am going to slice myself anytime soon.I havent got the guts,but i guess it is the fascination of it that,help me write the stuff that i have written.Because happy stuff,in general,are just...too happy.Haha.
I'm proud of what i have written,and i must say that some are better than the others,some are closer to heart than the others.But i guess in a way,ten years down the road,i am going to see myself in every single one of them,one way or another.Isnt anything autobiographical?
Jamie Suicides
29 Anderton Drive
Heartbreak Cafe
El Daba
Talk
Little Miss Duplicity
Thumbelina
Purple Hyacinth
Rain Dance
Needle Girl
Hush Now
Raincoat Boy and the Pink Dress Girl
Puddle World
What He Wrote
What She Saw
Suti
Emily Part I: Contrasts
Emily Part II: Loathe Her, Loathe Love
Emily Part III: Eternity
Emily Part IV: Two to Tango
Blood Red Heels
Precarious Me.Stupendous You.
Covered in Rain
The Boy Who Lived Underground
Dear Diana
Kelly Grew Legs
I'm sure i missed out something.Oh,what the hell.:)
Woke up to a rainy morning today.Rain splattered and the wind blew,the air-conditioning made funny noises,as i crawled up and stared out into the world with utter admiration.I dont remember the last time staring out my room's window and see rain,the way it was this morning.I could hear my mother leaving for the office with my sister outside my door,but at that time of the morning i didnt want my mother to ask why i was awake so early and all those questions.Besides,i dont think the rain is a valid reason to forsake one's sleep,now is it?
It still stirs i guess,and i am like a glass of juice left in the freezer for an amount of time,but not long enough to have the whole cup frozen?There is still water,and by stirring the spoon,the ice cube spins,and it doesnt seem to stop spinning.There i was,frozen in a sort of way,and still stirred by the splattering of the rain on my window panes.But just a little bit i guess,no longer as strong or as mind-bending.Instead of grieving,i laid in bed thinking about Jonathan Champion,the dead pianist.
A minor and E minor,variations of those two and you get "Everyday",a song by a pianist called Carly Comando.I was drowning in the waters of self-destruction yesterday night.Writer's block,or so they call it.But i wasnt even having a writer's block.I mean,a writer's block is when you are halfway through something and then...blocked,right?Yesterday night was when i couldnt even start writing,when i didnt have anything to say about...well,anything.Which was strange,considering the length of my entries.I had ideas going on in my head,my brain like a lava lamp with ideas going around in convectional currents.But i couldnt put them down in words.Words that would string together to look good enough,and i was so frustrated with myself,for trying so hard.Or,almost too hard.
I decided to keep my mind of things by watching a video made by this guy called Noah Kalina.Apparently he took a picture of himself everyday,for the past six years and made it into a video(You can see the video in the link provided).A little creepy i must say,but what captured me the most about the video really was the music in the background,done by Carly Comando,a friend of his.Carly is not a recording artistes whatsoever,she's merely a member of the band called Slingshot Dakota.The depth of that piece of music called "Everyday",was beyond anything that i have ever heard.And i remember the scenes of the story that i had in mind falling into places,with the rise and fall of the notes,through my speakers and resonating off the walls of my room.Beautiful stuff,and do check it out.
I dont know why my stories always revolves around death.I guess it is the fascination and fear of it that spurted me on.Or,perhaps the music was just too enchanting in a very dark and mysterious way,like death.I guess since we can never run away from it,we might as well embrace it any way possible.I dont think a story reflects the personality of oneself.It's not like everybody is Virginia Woolf,killing themselves after writing a potentially suicidal book.I dont think i am going to slice myself anytime soon.I havent got the guts,but i guess it is the fascination of it that,help me write the stuff that i have written.Because happy stuff,in general,are just...too happy.Haha.
I'm proud of what i have written,and i must say that some are better than the others,some are closer to heart than the others.But i guess in a way,ten years down the road,i am going to see myself in every single one of them,one way or another.Isnt anything autobiographical?
Jamie Suicides
29 Anderton Drive
Heartbreak Cafe
El Daba
Talk
Little Miss Duplicity
Thumbelina
Purple Hyacinth
Rain Dance
Needle Girl
Hush Now
Raincoat Boy and the Pink Dress Girl
Puddle World
What He Wrote
What She Saw
Suti
Emily Part I: Contrasts
Emily Part II: Loathe Her, Loathe Love
Emily Part III: Eternity
Emily Part IV: Two to Tango
Blood Red Heels
Precarious Me.Stupendous You.
Covered in Rain
The Boy Who Lived Underground
Dear Diana
Kelly Grew Legs
I'm sure i missed out something.Oh,what the hell.:)
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