This is dedicated to all teachers, especially to some of them I know and one of them I really know - I feel you and I know it's at the tip of your tongue but you can't say it so I'll say it for you: 'Fuck middle management!'
...Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
Exactly where do you get off
Is enough, is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
A last stop
There's no real reason
You've got a head full of feathers
You got melted to butter
- from the song Faust Arp by Radiohead from the album In Rainbows.
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
MQFW
I am the next act
waiting in the wings...
I am all the days
that you choose to ignore...
I am a moth
who just wants to share your light....
I only stick with you
because there are no others...
- from the song All I Need by Radiohead from the album In Rainbows
waiting in the wings...
I am all the days
that you choose to ignore...
I am a moth
who just wants to share your light....
I only stick with you
because there are no others...
- from the song All I Need by Radiohead from the album In Rainbows
Friday, 12 October 2007
Told You They Were One of the Best and the Most Important...
Check out these articles and links. Their comeback and method demand worldwide attention whether they like it or not.
http://www.greenplastic.com/
http://www.greenplastic.com/
Thursday, 11 October 2007
In Rainbows...
I've downloaded the album yesterday. Yes, the album in which I paid 95 pence for it. I am quite ashamed of myself. But it was an honest mistake. Honest! Because I thought I was paying for a single track - under the impression of the website's store interface. However I am redeeming myself by purchasing their discbox next month.
My sincere apologies....to the band.
Apologies aside, the album completely rocks! An outstanding album in months! Sleek, smooth, weird yet catchy, relaxing and entirely original, this album is going to be on my playlist for months to come.
Oh yeah, TGITA will return soon enough. Sorry for the lack of humour and laughter on this blog. Been tired and busy. Then my attention was abruptly directed to the band.
My sincere apologies....to the band.
Apologies aside, the album completely rocks! An outstanding album in months! Sleek, smooth, weird yet catchy, relaxing and entirely original, this album is going to be on my playlist for months to come.
Oh yeah, TGITA will return soon enough. Sorry for the lack of humour and laughter on this blog. Been tired and busy. Then my attention was abruptly directed to the band.
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Allow me to express myself...
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Radiohead is finally coming out with a new record since 2003!
It's called In_Rainbow. Release date is 10th October 2007. Discbox shipment will commence on or before 3rd December 2007.
Currently, it's only available on their website and at the moment I can't wait for my pay day so that I can splurge on their music goodies!
And I think that's the only way their music will be made available.
Downloads come at fee in which the customer decides (SO COOL BUT DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE LAH!) and the discbox is priced at 40 British pounds including shipment charges. They ship globally.
The link to their website is at the bottom of this page on the left.
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOME REAL MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YESSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-)
Radiohead is finally coming out with a new record since 2003!
It's called In_Rainbow. Release date is 10th October 2007. Discbox shipment will commence on or before 3rd December 2007.
Currently, it's only available on their website and at the moment I can't wait for my pay day so that I can splurge on their music goodies!
And I think that's the only way their music will be made available.
Downloads come at fee in which the customer decides (SO COOL BUT DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE LAH!) and the discbox is priced at 40 British pounds including shipment charges. They ship globally.
The link to their website is at the bottom of this page on the left.
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOME REAL MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YESSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-)
Friday, 21 September 2007
That Guy in The Army EP 1
Dear Diary...
Lets fast forward to all the fun parts with regards to my army experience! Lets forget about what equipment I received during my army stint, the uncomfortable ice breaking amongst strangers from all parts of the island and of course, the 'too-much-information-regarding-what-I-did-in-the army-till-my-girlfriend-nearly-falls-asleep-on-our-date-and-is-on-the-verge-of-dumping-me-and-associating-me-with-all-the-men-that-have-transformed-into-a-dull-dumbdud ' journey.
Lets talk about the people in my platoon; and the kind of trouble or nonsense they subject themselves to.
But lets set the background first...
I am no ordinary soldier. I am a special soldier.
Well, thats what the army medically classifies me as. So. I am special because I need special attention, in terms of training, and not because I was born perfect like a Spartan. I am considered the infirmed, the sick or the beancurd. In short, the PES C recruit.
According to the army I can't do much really. No strenuous activity (Yeah!), no real emphasis on my physicality (Yeah!) and no real physical punishment (Yeah!). Sounds real good already.
So you might think that I might have a missing limb or a missing organ or Ebola or something physically or biologically damaging or destructive. But no. I am perfectly fine. Its just my eyes. And no, the colour of my eyes aren't black. Its just that my lenses are rather...used. Therefore, I need my 'really thick' glasses. Other than that I am fine. I can stand. I can march. I can jump. I can run. I can squat. I can carry heavy things. I can carry light things. I can carry dangerous things. I can even be exposed to sunlight; and other substances, filthy or not. See... I AM FINE.
So how did I end up being in such a medical classification. That's because on a rainy and cold day, I, without really giving much thought about the medical screening and in the state of 'blurness', told the medical officer that I wanted to be in such a classification. Well, its not my fault really because he asked me if I wanted to be downgraded in a manner of asking whether a sugar-hungry child wanted candy. 'Can I give you PES C?' said the officer. 'Sure!' I answered. But heck! I didn't know what I agreed to after he squirted some medical concoction into my eyes that fogged it for almost 2 hours! And yes, I went home with a cloudy vision and I had to flag every damn bus that comes along, hoping that it's the correct one.
But I was lucky that I was classified as PES Crazy and not PES Creepy. Ohh yes....the latter is much worse of than those of my type. The latter looks and behaves like they are part of the Nightmare Before Christmas cast. And trust me, they don't need any costumes or professional acting classes to play the part. It's Halloween all year round for them! For now, lets not focus on them.
So, as you can see, that's the reason why, for my case, the people I was with and what they did, will be in the limelight of my journey. Other than that, I really love my girlfriend and friends...yeah...really...because I really wouldn't want to bore them to death or drive them away.
Yours
TGITA
Lets fast forward to all the fun parts with regards to my army experience! Lets forget about what equipment I received during my army stint, the uncomfortable ice breaking amongst strangers from all parts of the island and of course, the 'too-much-information-regarding-what-I-did-in-the army-till-my-girlfriend-nearly-falls-asleep-on-our-date-and-is-on-the-verge-of-dumping-me-and-associating-me-with-all-the-men-that-have-transformed-into-a-dull-dumbdud ' journey.
Lets talk about the people in my platoon; and the kind of trouble or nonsense they subject themselves to.
But lets set the background first...
I am no ordinary soldier. I am a special soldier.
Well, thats what the army medically classifies me as. So. I am special because I need special attention, in terms of training, and not because I was born perfect like a Spartan. I am considered the infirmed, the sick or the beancurd. In short, the PES C recruit.
According to the army I can't do much really. No strenuous activity (Yeah!), no real emphasis on my physicality (Yeah!) and no real physical punishment (Yeah!). Sounds real good already.
So you might think that I might have a missing limb or a missing organ or Ebola or something physically or biologically damaging or destructive. But no. I am perfectly fine. Its just my eyes. And no, the colour of my eyes aren't black. Its just that my lenses are rather...used. Therefore, I need my 'really thick' glasses. Other than that I am fine. I can stand. I can march. I can jump. I can run. I can squat. I can carry heavy things. I can carry light things. I can carry dangerous things. I can even be exposed to sunlight; and other substances, filthy or not. See... I AM FINE.
So how did I end up being in such a medical classification. That's because on a rainy and cold day, I, without really giving much thought about the medical screening and in the state of 'blurness', told the medical officer that I wanted to be in such a classification. Well, its not my fault really because he asked me if I wanted to be downgraded in a manner of asking whether a sugar-hungry child wanted candy. 'Can I give you PES C?' said the officer. 'Sure!' I answered. But heck! I didn't know what I agreed to after he squirted some medical concoction into my eyes that fogged it for almost 2 hours! And yes, I went home with a cloudy vision and I had to flag every damn bus that comes along, hoping that it's the correct one.
But I was lucky that I was classified as PES Crazy and not PES Creepy. Ohh yes....the latter is much worse of than those of my type. The latter looks and behaves like they are part of the Nightmare Before Christmas cast. And trust me, they don't need any costumes or professional acting classes to play the part. It's Halloween all year round for them! For now, lets not focus on them.
So, as you can see, that's the reason why, for my case, the people I was with and what they did, will be in the limelight of my journey. Other than that, I really love my girlfriend and friends...yeah...really...because I really wouldn't want to bore them to death or drive them away.
Yours
TGITA
Thursday, 13 September 2007
ANNOUNCEMENT: IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG...
Ladies and fellow men,
I have returned and I have survived. I have managed to tolerate stupidity and ridicule. I have prevented myself from being infected by the inane and mundane. I have gathered strength - physical,mental and spiritual. I have gathered both moral and real knowledge. And of course, I have gathered tales. Tales no man dare not to laugh. Tales that are currently undergoing construction due to confidential reasons.
So, hang in there.
But here are excerpts from literary texts that more or less describes what tales I am about to spin with regards to my journey. It aptly summarizes myself, the environment and the others:
'...He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn't specify the point. He's an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, Sir; I can make no hand of it; I can't describe him. And it's not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment...'
-said Mr Enfield to Mr Utterson when the latter asked the former to describe Mr Hyde in the book Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson (1886)
'...Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some land post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him - all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination - you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate...'
-said Marlow on how a change in the environment can show Man's true colours in the book Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (1902)
Thus, I have come back a weathered man. A moulded man. A loving man. A funny man.
And as they say:
Immerse your soul in love
- from the song Street Spirit [Fade Out] by Radiohead from the album The Bends
Let the show begin....soon.
13 September 2007
I have returned and I have survived. I have managed to tolerate stupidity and ridicule. I have prevented myself from being infected by the inane and mundane. I have gathered strength - physical,mental and spiritual. I have gathered both moral and real knowledge. And of course, I have gathered tales. Tales no man dare not to laugh. Tales that are currently undergoing construction due to confidential reasons.
So, hang in there.
But here are excerpts from literary texts that more or less describes what tales I am about to spin with regards to my journey. It aptly summarizes myself, the environment and the others:
'...He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn't specify the point. He's an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, Sir; I can make no hand of it; I can't describe him. And it's not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment...'
-said Mr Enfield to Mr Utterson when the latter asked the former to describe Mr Hyde in the book Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson (1886)
'...Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some land post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him - all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination - you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate...'
-said Marlow on how a change in the environment can show Man's true colours in the book Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (1902)
Thus, I have come back a weathered man. A moulded man. A loving man. A funny man.
And as they say:
Immerse your soul in love
- from the song Street Spirit [Fade Out] by Radiohead from the album The Bends
Let the show begin....soon.
13 September 2007
Monday, 23 July 2007
Thursday, 12 July 2007
Green Idea 1...
Use a water bottle.
If you don't have one, invest in one.
Reduce plastic disposal.
Recycle any plastic containers that is no longer of use.
Save the earth.
If you don't have one, invest in one.
Reduce plastic disposal.
Recycle any plastic containers that is no longer of use.
Save the earth.
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Thoughts from a little Monster in my Head Ep 5...
And so he talks again.
But you know he is shouting.
From the inside of course.
He is unhappy.
Not very happy.
He talks and talks and talks.
About things that can never change.
Till his voice slowly.......dis....app..ears....
It's gone.
His tonsils starts to rust.
It crumbles.
He swallows the dust that was his tonsils.
His tongue became stiff.
It turns blue.
Then green.
As he tries touching it, hoping for some sensation,
It snaps.
Like a toothpick.
And the chunk of meat was cleanly snapped.
His lips felt tight.
It sealed itself shut.
It sewed itself shut.
It's completely shut.
Then his face cracked.
By now, he was afraid.
So he stopped talking.
Promised never to voice out any unnecessary concerns or angst.
Anyway, he could no longer do so.
But you know he is shouting.
From the inside of course.
He is unhappy.
Not very happy.
He talks and talks and talks.
About things that can never change.
Till his voice slowly.......dis....app..ears....
It's gone.
His tonsils starts to rust.
It crumbles.
He swallows the dust that was his tonsils.
His tongue became stiff.
It turns blue.
Then green.
As he tries touching it, hoping for some sensation,
It snaps.
Like a toothpick.
And the chunk of meat was cleanly snapped.
His lips felt tight.
It sealed itself shut.
It sewed itself shut.
It's completely shut.
Then his face cracked.
By now, he was afraid.
So he stopped talking.
Promised never to voice out any unnecessary concerns or angst.
Anyway, he could no longer do so.
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
ANNOUNCEMENT...
'The Story of Mr Donny Dill' postphoned to 6 July 2007.
Excavation Site at the Record Store closed temporarily due to heavy rainfall.
'That Guy in the Army' debut episode and season pushed back to a much later date. No dates were given or confirmed.
Rumours of the 'record guy' getting married late next year in 2008.
Excavation Site at the Record Store closed temporarily due to heavy rainfall.
'That Guy in the Army' debut episode and season pushed back to a much later date. No dates were given or confirmed.
Rumours of the 'record guy' getting married late next year in 2008.
MQFW
You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punchup at a wedding.
- taken from the song A Punchup At A Wedding from the album Hail to the Thief by Radiohead
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punchup at a wedding.
- taken from the song A Punchup At A Wedding from the album Hail to the Thief by Radiohead
the guy that works at the record store...episode 10 (Last Episode and Final Season)
As he woke up....he felt rather excited to go to work. But little did he know, that such excitement was not shared by his peers. He was excited because this was his last day at the record store - working at least. But his peers did not bother about that fact, let alone want to know the reason why. He was excited because he thought he would receive a farewell gift. But such expectations were too unrealistic. So, instead, he was excited about receiving a decent goodbye. A word of mouth. But he did not receive it. He received nothing.
On that particular day, his name did not even appear on the work schedule. He was confused. Checked. But did not get an accurate answer. He wanted to turn back and leave. Head for the comforts of home. But he felt compelled to stay. To indulge himself in music. To get to know new releases. To get lost in between the sound waves of loneliness. To have this first hand experience one last time. So, he decided to work, knowing really well how the day at work will go by, knowing how the day at work will end and knowing that his peers will not really take notice. After all, he is an asset. An expandable asset. An asset that has been expanded, he suspected, as he encountered new faces.
He stared at the new faces. They stared back and gave a polite smile. He smiled back. They were much more friendly than the faces he had already knew since last year. He puts on his dusty t-shirt. Swiped in. And went through the heavy door that separates peace and chaos. Once again, he was thrown into a world filled with fickle mindedness, filled with stubborn and headstrong people, filled with people who made him miserable and filled with people who blamed him if they could not or did not get what they want. Once again, he was just there.
And so he took up his position behind the counter. He began his day like any other day. Like the rest of his patriotic peers...
Customer: 101011110101010 11010111010101110 1101001
Record Guy: jfgksbvlhvepvihje;,nv;,jeovjk;vnfvn
Customer: 1101000101110 110111?
Record Guy: hbvchkdf-----djbsjkbcmndc++++=2433jbckdjccdj
Customer: Really?
Record Guy: That's right.
Customer: 1011110 1101011101010100111 011101011110 11101011
Record Guy: gdftfldfjkvvmdvovdldc,dol;ddl ljsdkfdndkcnd1021254dsjbsdlssvljkvvd.
Customer: 1110111 1110110000101111 0111011!!!!!!
Record Guy: fadkngisbfsklj 1010140101014254114050214251 ******** jabaljdj
Customer: Never mind.
Record Guy: I'm sorry and good luck.
The day was filled with bleeps and bloops. With twangs and tooks. Click and clangs. And swish and swoops. He was just there...
Customer: 1010001110101110101000110101 0100101011110101010
Record Guy: sgdsbdksfffj sldjsnuiioeopenfkj
Customer: 101110101 1000 HMV?
Record Guy: HMV gbfdfdfnm,kjdsjdsdjfdkdmcl
Customer: 11011 0111? 11101110 110000111100111011?!
Record Guy: I don't think so.
Customer: 1101000 000101 1110101010111 111101010000 10011001
Record Guy: fabvdsjdhsklcghccusnksscmi sksjdocmscgcls jsdsndo
Customer: I don't believe you.
Record Guy: It's OK.
He was exhausted. Suddenly, he realised something. He realised that the record store had already given him a gift. Even though a price was tagged to it, he had considerable discounts when purchasing them. This gift was priceless to him and he would not mind paying a bomb after discovering something he truly believed in. The record store constantly supplied him with the gift. The record store provided him with the advantageous link for his fix. The gift spoke to him in every way. The gift was in the form of music. And it was in the form of a band...And it kept him company there. Supplying him oxygen and patience...And then everything there made sense....
Customer: 10101110101011 0100101110 101001001 010101 Radiohead?
Record Guy: gjakbckjbccdm nk nljdjbdcn kdnckdjkmdkml Radiohead are my idols!
Customer: 1010011110111 010100101110 110101 Are they good?
Record Guy: sgvdskdbksh They are the best! You should try it!
Customer: Let me have a listen to it.
Record Guy: Sure!
Customer:......................................................I'll take it.
Record Guy: Excellent!
So the time passed. And his shift was nearing the end....until...
Customer: Excuse me. Do you sell the record store's t-shirt?
Record Guy: I'm sorry?
Customer: I mean the t-shirt you are wearing. Do you sell it? I want to buy it.
Record Guy: 101101010101100 100101010111 0101010 shdbakbskcbsccbckbcyuepjnxhzgh 101110 110101011011001 ahagjsbcccsjusn
Customer: Thank you.
And then it was over. Just like that. He is never going to work there again. He turned the key to his locker and locked it....he left some messages and then he was gone....
Record Guy: Yeah, like I was ever there in the first place.
-THE END-
On that particular day, his name did not even appear on the work schedule. He was confused. Checked. But did not get an accurate answer. He wanted to turn back and leave. Head for the comforts of home. But he felt compelled to stay. To indulge himself in music. To get to know new releases. To get lost in between the sound waves of loneliness. To have this first hand experience one last time. So, he decided to work, knowing really well how the day at work will go by, knowing how the day at work will end and knowing that his peers will not really take notice. After all, he is an asset. An expandable asset. An asset that has been expanded, he suspected, as he encountered new faces.
He stared at the new faces. They stared back and gave a polite smile. He smiled back. They were much more friendly than the faces he had already knew since last year. He puts on his dusty t-shirt. Swiped in. And went through the heavy door that separates peace and chaos. Once again, he was thrown into a world filled with fickle mindedness, filled with stubborn and headstrong people, filled with people who made him miserable and filled with people who blamed him if they could not or did not get what they want. Once again, he was just there.
And so he took up his position behind the counter. He began his day like any other day. Like the rest of his patriotic peers...
Customer: 101011110101010 11010111010101110 1101001
Record Guy: jfgksbvlhvepvihje;,nv;,jeovjk;vnfvn
Customer: 1101000101110 110111?
Record Guy: hbvchkdf-----djbsjkbcmndc++++=2433jbckdjccdj
Customer: Really?
Record Guy: That's right.
Customer: 1011110 1101011101010100111 011101011110 11101011
Record Guy: gdftfldfjkvvmdvovdldc,dol;ddl ljsdkfdndkcnd1021254dsjbsdlssvljkvvd.
Customer: 1110111 1110110000101111 0111011!!!!!!
Record Guy: fadkngisbfsklj 1010140101014254114050214251 ******** jabaljdj
Customer: Never mind.
Record Guy: I'm sorry and good luck.
The day was filled with bleeps and bloops. With twangs and tooks. Click and clangs. And swish and swoops. He was just there...
Customer: 1010001110101110101000110101 0100101011110101010
Record Guy: sgdsbdksfffj sldjsnuiioeopenfkj
Customer: 101110101 1000 HMV?
Record Guy: HMV gbfdfdfnm,kjdsjdsdjfdkdmcl
Customer: 11011 0111? 11101110 110000111100111011?!
Record Guy: I don't think so.
Customer: 1101000 000101 1110101010111 111101010000 10011001
Record Guy: fabvdsjdhsklcghccusnksscmi sksjdocmscgcls jsdsndo
Customer: I don't believe you.
Record Guy: It's OK.
He was exhausted. Suddenly, he realised something. He realised that the record store had already given him a gift. Even though a price was tagged to it, he had considerable discounts when purchasing them. This gift was priceless to him and he would not mind paying a bomb after discovering something he truly believed in. The record store constantly supplied him with the gift. The record store provided him with the advantageous link for his fix. The gift spoke to him in every way. The gift was in the form of music. And it was in the form of a band...And it kept him company there. Supplying him oxygen and patience...And then everything there made sense....
Customer: 10101110101011 0100101110 101001001 010101 Radiohead?
Record Guy: gjakbckjbccdm nk nljdjbdcn kdnckdjkmdkml Radiohead are my idols!
Customer: 1010011110111 010100101110 110101 Are they good?
Record Guy: sgvdskdbksh They are the best! You should try it!
Customer: Let me have a listen to it.
Record Guy: Sure!
Customer:......................................................I'll take it.
Record Guy: Excellent!
So the time passed. And his shift was nearing the end....until...
Customer: Excuse me. Do you sell the record store's t-shirt?
Record Guy: I'm sorry?
Customer: I mean the t-shirt you are wearing. Do you sell it? I want to buy it.
Record Guy: 101101010101100 100101010111 0101010 shdbakbskcbsccbckbcyuepjnxhzgh 101110 110101011011001 ahagjsbcccsjusn
Customer: Thank you.
And then it was over. Just like that. He is never going to work there again. He turned the key to his locker and locked it....he left some messages and then he was gone....
Record Guy: Yeah, like I was ever there in the first place.
-THE END-
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