Stolen by Dashboard Confessionals

I met this person today, a brief encounter. I don't really know what this particular person was to me at that point of time, which was centuries afar. We were great friends, feelings were mutual but it never got any further. I could have said Hello how are you. But its been far far too long. We were a few tables across where we constantly glance at each other, only to embarrassingly look away.

Know how you have that thing on your list to meet your long-and-lost someone special after so many many years on impromptu, I had my crossed today.

Some thing's are just left better unspoken. My day is made :)

Boy, eight years go by fast.
Same same, but different.

The Heart of Life by John Mayer

A person's life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the director's cut - the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way.

There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not relive the bad ones. You can measure it by the number of scenes you've survived, or the minutes you're stuck there.

Probably, though, it is more like one of those dumb video surveillance tapes. Grainy, no matter how hard you stare at it. And looped; the same thing. Over and over and over again.

Death and All His Friends by Coldplay

I would consider myself an avid Coldplay fan, would I? I think I was still into Spice Girls when Parachutes was released. My all time favourite is definitely the latest one, Viva La Vida unlike their earlier endeavors. Viva La Vida explores deep themes with melodic precision. When X&Y came out, I literally drowned into the sea of greatness. That was before the existence of Viva. And no, no exaggeration required.

Its indie is getting better than I can imagine. Every song speaks by itself, uniquely different. Sometimes I, myself think they should be set up as a whole new genre. Mix of indie, alternative and brilliant orchestrated background effects. What had me gooey-doe eye was no doubt the orchestra touches. The piano, violin. Even a friggin church bell set-up on stage during the awards. Its eccentric. I also notice a bit of African drumming, is that a sitar, a little classic rock...oh my.

When asked about Coldplay's latest release, Viva La Vida, Chris Martin sarcastically said: "It will change the world."

However, Martin may not need the sarcasm when saying that about such an epic piece. The sounds are so powerful that they transcend genres and resound in a persons heart.

When I listen to the songs, not only do the lyrics work wonders. Its more of how they pierce the combination of so many crazy instruments that they experiment with. How it pierces and connects together like waves. I would say, Angels & Airwaves have almost the same closeness. In the orchestral part. They have an edge to it too.

The whole album may not flow flawlessly, but each song is orchestrated with amazing dynamics.
It reminds me of Tears for Fears "Raoul and the Kings of Spain" which explores many of the same themes in a concept type album. Where as most groups are searching for good material by the time they have released three or four albums, Coldplay seems to be just getting started.

Lately by Turn Off The Stars

I have so much time in my hands, its absurd that it passes by quickly. It doesn't hover at all, not in the mornings when I scramble to get things done. Juggling with clearing things and watching Ellen Degeneres.

With everyone and everything I know is moving forward into worlds unreachable. I'm just stuck in re-reading the same Bronte books (ol Jane Eyre). I can't finish Wuthering Heights ironically. This may sound impertinent but I find it impassively boring.

Maybe I’m going through a bohemian phase myself, as I can see that my family does have some Hippy tendencies.

I really don’t know much of what I want to do, my obsessions with art and building, and numbers. During the younger days, I wanted to take up photography so badly. I don't know what changed. Was it the norm who developed the sudden euphoric excitement over gigantor Canon whateverness that made me lose my bon-appetite interest? I never quite ponder to be bothered with it.

Sounds really facile, but no matter how much I stare at books or words with it’s flawless prose, life still seems to have no grounding, or not much at least. I’m thankful for all the exposure the world had offered, but sometimes one can’t help but feel dettered and greedy, and the gleaming building, the pages and the words just seem to fade away.

Is it me, or I want dangerous? As much as my imagination can be, I wouldn't be a survival at dangerous and reckless. I'm far too boring. Despite pending on tons of indecisions of making choices as simple as food in a restaurant. I still pick out what I always do every other time. Irony.

So..

Everything at Sporadical is precisely the saying I was going for. Inconsistent outburst of enthusiasm critism having no order in time. Hyperbole sudden silence, which explains my previous blog. Could I be anymore distracted.

Tara ta.

Paper Plane by MIA

Essentially, I can't scratch the itch to stop blogging. I've learnt to accept that it might be a sprawl of sporadical thoughts, inconsistent. Irregular.

So here goes. Hopefully this will be the LAST swap of blog. I'm getting tired of this love-hate relationship.