tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48878571408152673332024-03-14T03:37:50.829+08:00seaside, yet still dockedYannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-26133596186061352912011-12-30T13:02:00.000+08:002011-12-30T13:02:11.145+08:002012One of my many New Year's resolutions for 2012:<br />
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To post more on this long-dormant blog.<br />
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It's very dusty in here, poor thing.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-67815683552182891372009-07-10T13:48:00.003+08:002009-07-10T13:57:12.226+08:00Click. Now.Dr. Mahathir has posted <a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2009/03/pengajaran-dan-pembelajaran-sa.html">his thoughts</a> on his blog about the government's decision to revert the teaching of Maths and Science back to Bahasa Malaysia. If you want to show your support for retaining the current system, please go to his blog and <a href="http://www.chedet.co.cc/chedetblog">vote in the poll</a>. I'll be posting more on it when I have time.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-38014991305499794072009-07-06T21:35:00.003+08:002009-07-06T21:41:28.050+08:00Precipice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fromoldbooks.org/Montanus-America/pages/00110000-title-page-detail-two-faced/00110000-title-page-detail-two-faced-q75-500x348.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.fromoldbooks.org/Montanus-America/pages/00110000-title-page-detail-two-faced/00110000-title-page-detail-two-faced-q75-500x348.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;">People were good at imagining hell, and some <br />they occupied while they were alive.<br />- Terry Pratchett, <span style="font-style:italic;">Carpe Jugulum</span><br /></p>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-29376207468446034642009-07-02T13:45:00.002+08:002009-07-02T13:49:49.719+08:00*Insert Reassuring Shoulder Pat Here*I'm not sure if anybody actually reads this blog besides the Turds and my cute French neighbour whom I'm totally not holding at gunpoint to get him to do so, but a quick note of assurance to all:<br /><br />Radio Turd is not a one-hit wonder. It will be back. I'm currently putting together new ideas to make the next few editions more interesting, so please don't give up on our little musical island. Thanks!Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-8149181257255256682009-07-02T13:06:00.005+08:002009-07-02T13:28:23.459+08:00Grief Counseling - EPIC FAIL.I'm pretty sure I'm not in the minority when I say that it's utterly thoughtless, tactless and inconsiderate when someone is grieving over the recent loss of a loved one and your way of extending condolences consists of telling them: "Don't be so sad about it, okay?"<br /><br />Yes, it is inevitable to become tongue-tied when reaching out to someone else's loss, especially if you haven't experienced it yourself. But honestly, telling him or her not to be sad over the death of a parent? A sibling? A spouse? Which grief-counselling-alert-ASAP planet are you from? This person did not lose a soft toy or an iPod or a book, all of which can be replaced and ergo repair any emotional damage that might have occurred. <br /><br />If you don't know what to say, don't say anything at all. It's really that simple.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-84134113081630553452009-06-29T13:26:00.005+08:002009-07-01T13:27:27.951+08:00Der Einsame (The Lonely)<a href="http://www.robotwalrus.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/WindowsLiveWriter/FarawaybyJoeSorren_146C0/zzfarbig%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 518px; height: 643px;" src="http://www.robotwalrus.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/WindowsLiveWriter/FarawaybyJoeSorren_146C0/zzfarbig%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Der Einsame (The Lonely)</strong><br />by Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><em>Translation: Philipp Kellmeyer</em><br /><br />Wie einer, der auf fremden Meeren fuhr,<br />so bin ich bei den ewig Einheimischen; <br />die vollen Tage stehn auf ihren Tischen, <br />mir aber ist die Ferne voll Figur.<br /><br />In mein Gesicht reicht eine Welt herein, <br />die vielleicht unbewohnt ist wie ein Mond, <br />sie aber lassen kein Gefühl allein, <br />und alle ihre Worte sind bewohnt.<br /><br />Die Dinge, die ich weither mit mir nahm, <br />sehn selten aus, gehalten an das Ihre -: <br />in ihrer großen Heimat sind sie Tiere, <br />hier halten sie den Atem an vor Scham.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Like someone who sailed distant seas<br />I am with the ever natives;<br />the full days standing on their tables,<br />but for me distance is full of shape.<br /><br />In my face a world reaches in,<br />perhaps deserted like a moon,<br />but they leave no feeling alone,<br />and all their worlds are inhabited.<br /><br />The things which I took with me<br />look rare compared to theirs -:<br />in their great home they are animals,<br />here they hold their breath in shame.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><em>Artwork:</em> <strong>Faraway</strong> <em>by Joe Sorren</em>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-58989885617951644582009-06-22T22:23:00.007+08:002009-07-01T13:28:02.400+08:00On Love (A Brief Tale In Five Vignettes)What is love?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">i. Lava</span><br /><br />Love is the simmer of bubbles that breathe out on the stove, where you either find your balance above the water or submerge and boil. Either way, your heart becomes marked forever.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ii. Anchor</span><br /><br />Love is the sharpest end of an anchor, weighty and piercing through your heart. But you don't say a word as it drags you with the ship far from home, to places and feelings unfamiliar. For some reason, it's okay to die bleeding, facedown, if it is for him. Even if he doesn't know a thing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">iii. Skin (Part 1)</span><br /><br />Love is the stranger who came to your bed one night and turned your skin inside out. When you look in the mirror the next morning, you are scared by this new skeleton girl, all blood and pulses and gleaming bones. Then you see the exaltation on his face when he lays eyes on you, and suddenly your new body is an old friend.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">iv. Skin (Part 2)</span><br /><br />(in a future parallel dimension, you are both dead by your own hand. again there is a mirror, and again your old skin reappears. you don't recall it being this hideous before, and you try to stretch it back to how it was before, and all the while it hisses and claws and screams at you.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">v. Scarecrow</span><br /><br />Love is a scarecrow in a vast lonely field, chasing away birds that never come. The other scarecrows do not like him; he never joins them when they mourn (for scarecrows need to weep too and it hurts beyond anything you know that they can't). But their empty eyes don't see the little sparrow nestled in the pocket of his tattered shirt, singing about the silliest things. They don't understand the strange way the wooden corners of the slash across his face always curve upwards now. They think he has a disease.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-80688093221317785382009-06-22T13:22:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:28:23.208+08:00Stories In Six WordsI'm sure that a lot of people have heard of this classic by Ernest Hemingway: "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn." Recently, I decided to try this exercise of telling stories in just six words too. Owing to the time I have to dedicate to work, I find it increasingly impossible to write anything of any kind, hence the multiple poetry/short story projects lying incomplete on my desk at home. So this was a nice exercise to do even if the results seemed quite inadequate to me. If anyone has any good versions of their own, share it here too.<br /><br />I've been depressed for quite some time now, no prizes for guessing why. So a majority of attempts came out in this vein.<br /><br /><ul><br /><li type=square>He never asked. She never told.<br /><li type=square>Behind his smile lay gruesome tales.<br /><li type=square>She fell, but nobody caught her.<br /><li type=square>Callous hands, too rough. "Please. <em>Don't.</em>"<br /><li type=square>"Hey Mister, you want good time?"<br /><li type=square>Sometimes, ghosts were all he had.<br /><li type=square>Breaking news: Child shot, eyewitnesses laugh.<br /></ul>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-43071466204565569342009-06-04T13:11:00.004+08:002009-07-01T13:28:39.834+08:00Sweatdrop #3Yesterday, I needed some artwork to be drawn for a children's book I was editing. I went over to my artist and showed him what needed to be drawn. Specifically, the instructions on the page were for the illustration of a pear to accompany the question.<br /><br />The artist nodded coolly, his face akin to an expression I like to call 'practised machismo'. Probably wondering why he is always given such mindnumbingly childish tasks to draw. I left him to it, and went back to my desk.<br /><br />Fifteen minutes later, he showed me the fruits, pun unintended, of his labour.<br /><br />He had drawn a mango.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-40029038656166100742009-06-03T22:52:00.004+08:002009-07-01T13:28:54.913+08:00The Blind MarchDoes this darkness have a name?<br /><br />This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us?<br /><br />Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it?<br /><br />What happened to us that we now send our children into the world<br />like we send young men to war hoping for their safe return but<br />knowing that some would be lost along the way?<br /><br />When did we lose our way?<br /><br />Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness.<br /><br />Does this darkness have a name?<br /><br />Is it your name?<br /><P></P><br />- OTH 3x16, <span style="font-style:italic;">With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept</span>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-85010459749972249062009-06-03T13:32:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:29:31.801+08:00The Looking Glass<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/SiYPLDe-qGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aDOwu44vy0g/s1600-h/606OneTreeHill0644.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/SiYPLDe-qGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aDOwu44vy0g/s320/606OneTreeHill0644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342974690509891682" /></a><br /><br /><br />All that you are is all that you know.<br /><br />But if all that you know is nothing,<br /><br />then you should stop wondering why you loathe yourself.<br /><br />It's too easy and unsympathetic a habit to weave,<br /><br />because nobody is your friend in that world.<br /><br />The saddest part is that many of you do not resurface.<br /><br />The saddest part is that between us, we aren't that different at all.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-72972055024834875802009-06-03T00:23:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:29:54.470+08:00Three Words (Spoiler-heavy)I knew it.<br /><br />HE IS ALIVE.<br /><br />Naruto, Issue 449.<br /><br />Faith pays handsomely.<br /><br />I am happy. :)Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-25242823087788421922009-05-25T23:53:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:30:13.491+08:00Giggly.I love the Internet. You can do just about anything in cyberspace from the comfort of your room. Even weddings! So I decided to officially stake my claim with my Kakashi-sensei.<br /><P></P><br />Eh, I may have gotten a little...carried away. But all of them wanted to marry me ASAP, what can I say?<br /><P></P><br />By the power invested in me by MYFConline.com, I now pronounced myself married. One at a time, boys. One at a time.<br /><P></P><br /><br /><div style='border-color:#000000;border-style:solid;border-width:1px;background-color:#d90312;padding:4px;width:220px'><div style='background-color:#fde3b0;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;font-size:11px;padding:5px;text-align:center'><font size='2'><b>Certificate of Marriage</b></font><br /><img src='http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/304_126538.jpg' height='80px' /><br />This is to certify that<br /><b>Hatake Kakashi</b><br />and<br /><b>Yanna_Hashri</b><br />were married on<br /><b>May 25, 2009</b><br><a href='http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character</a></div></div><br /><br /><div style='border-color:#000000;border-style:solid;border-width:1px;background-color:#d90312;padding:4px;width:220px'><div style='background-color:#fde3b0;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;font-size:11px;padding:5px;text-align:center'><font size='2'><b>Certificate of Marriage</b></font><br /><img src='http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/93688_119573.jpg' height='80px' /><br />This is to certify that<br /><b>Zack Fair</b><br />and<br /><b>Yanna_Hashri</b><br />were married on<br /><b>May 25, 2009</b><br><a href='http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character</a></div></div><br /><br /><div style='border-color:#000000;border-style:solid;border-width:1px;background-color:#d90312;padding:4px;width:220px'><div style='background-color:#fde3b0;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;font-size:11px;padding:5px;text-align:center'><font size='2'><b>Certificate of Marriage</b></font><br /><img src='http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/150089_101283.jpg' height='80px' /><br />This is to certify that<br /><b>L Lawliet</b><br />and<br /><b>Yanna_Hashri</b><br />were married on<br /><b>May 25, 2009</b><br><a href='http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character</a></div></div><br /><br /><div style='border-color:#000000;border-style:solid;border-width:1px;background-color:#d90312;padding:4px;width:220px'><div style='background-color:#fde3b0;font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;font-size:11px;padding:5px;text-align:center'><font size='2'><b>Certificate of Marriage</b></font><br /><img src='http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/154477_71016.jpg' height='80px' /><br />This is to certify that<br /><b>Daniel Faraday</b><br />and<br /><b>Yanna_Hashri</b><br />were married on<br /><b>May 25, 2009</b><br><a href='http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character</a></div></div>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-58148251540086854012009-05-25T13:33:00.006+08:002009-07-01T13:30:56.418+08:00On Pain<em>"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer."</em> <br />- Albert Camus<br /><P></P><br />Life alternates between embracing you <br />and casting you far away.<br />It has to be that way.<br />We have no reaction without action.<br />And that is the way the world has always been.<br />We suffer now because one day <br />we are going to experience joy so radiant<br />we will instantly forget the pain<br />that raged inside you during the journey.<br />We are patient because there is<br />no other way we can be.<br /><P></P><br />For Matt and Anis.<br />I offer prayers and hope.<br />Your child will come out of this as the sun. <br /><P></P>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-22016031874095139262009-05-19T00:47:00.007+08:002009-07-01T13:31:15.307+08:00Under the cover of darkness, a glimpse.<span style="font-weight:bold;">Story of An Artist</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Daniel Johnston</span><br /><br />Listen up and I'll tell a story<br />about an artist growing old<br />Some would try for fame and glory<br />others aren't so bold<br /><br />And everyone in friends and family<br />saying, "Hey, go get a job<br />Why do you only do that only<br />Why are you so odd?<br /><br />We don't really like what you do<br />We don't think anyone ever will<br />It's a problem that you have<br />And this problem's made you ill."<br /><br />The artist walks among the flowers<br />Appreciating the sun<br />He's out there all his waking hours<br />Oh, and who's to say he's wrong?<br /><br />But the artist walks alone<br />And someone says behind his back<br />"He's got some gall to call himself that<br />He doesn't even know where he's at."<br /><br />And they sit in front of their tv<br />Saying, "Hey, isn't this a lot of fun?"<br />And they laugh at the artist<br />Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."<br /><br />Listen up and I'll tell a story<br />About an artist growing old<br />Some would try for fame and glory<br />Others like to watch the world.<br /><P></P><br />******<br /><P></P><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vincent O'Brien<br /></span><span style="font-style:italic;">M. Ward</span><br /><br />He only sings when he's sad<br />and he's sad all the time so he sings the whole night through<br />Yeah, he sings in the daytime too<br /><br />He only dreams when he's sad<br />and he's sad all the time so he dreams the whole night through<br />Yeah, he dreams in the daytime too<br /><br />There may be mermaids under the water<br />There may even be a man on the moon<br />But Vincent, time is running out<br />You better get yourself together soon<br /><br />Out of Buffalo, the man<br />Below the belt he swung, and then after the bell has rung<br />Another cheap shot, here it comes<br /><br />He only laughs when he's sad<br />and he's sad all the time so he laughs the night through<br />Yeah, he laughs in the daytime too<br /><br />There may be mermaids under the water<br />There may even be a man on the moon<br />But Vincent, time is running out<br />I hope you get yourself together soon<br /><br />I hope you get yourself together soon.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-54527872948315881912009-05-16T17:14:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:31:38.480+08:00Welcome To The Dollhouse V2It's been a higgledy-piggledy week, and only now am I able to catch up on my lost Zzzzs. However, I happened to log on to the Internet after finishing up some work and found news that made my day:<br /><P></P><br /><a href="http://www.thrfeed.com/2009/05/dollhouse-second-season.html">Dollhouse is getting a 2nd season!</a><br /><P></P><br />And now I can sleep in peace.<br /><P></P>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-2998438937791578292009-05-13T13:44:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:32:11.899+08:00Link TimeIf you enjoy discussing matters related to Islamic faith or simply find yourself in dire need of flexing the muscles of your intellect, please visit this very interesting blog by my friend Myra:<br /><P></P><br /><a href="http://www.connect2faith.blogspot.com">Interfaith Discussions</a><br /><P></P>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-47382985333038491602009-05-08T13:01:00.003+08:002009-07-01T13:32:27.800+08:00None Among Me<p style="text-align: center;"><br />Art builds from pain<br />From misery<br />From a deep-seated hurt<br />A monument to the human heart<br />That shines like a golden dome<br />Amongst roofs rain-glazed and leaden.<br /><br /><em>Paul Muldoon</em></p>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-84376851427783952932009-04-26T15:05:00.006+08:002009-07-01T13:32:50.740+08:00AtmosphereThis is a song that Zuhairy introduced me to a couple of months ago, and I found it to be so ethereally amazing that I've decided to post it here and share it with all of you.<br /><br />The song is called <span style="font-style:italic;">Trois Beaux Oiseaux de Paradis</span> (in English, "Three Beautiful Birds of Paradise"). It's a composition by Maurice Ravel, an early 20th century French composer. His forte was Impressionist music, which is a genre of classical music that emphasizes the power of atmosphere and suggestion. It began as an antithesis of 19th century Romantic music. The particular version below is a recording by a choir from the 19th Choral Summer School 'Camerata ad Libitum' workshop in Pontevedra, Spain. I would recommend reading the lyrics while listening to the song for added effect.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyN4A_Om9SouqeJxJrilaXsqyWve4WHv6t9MUpi9ki7ODUX3Df-dwKc3Gcd-GBkSdZyFw0NM0oAImDx1QLs2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Original Lyrics</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">(in French)</span><span style="font-weight:bold;">:</span><br />Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis<br />Mon ami z-il est à la guerre<br />Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis<br />Ont passé par ici.<br /><br />Le premier était plus bleu que le ciel,<br />(Mon ami z-il est à la guerre)<br />Le second était couleur de neige,<br />Le troisième rouge vermeil.<br /><br />"Beaux oiselets du Paradis,<br />(Mon ami z-il est à la guerre)<br />Beaux oiselets du Paradis,<br />Qu'apportez par ici?"<br /><br />"J'apporte un regard couleur d'azur<br />(Ton ami z-il est à la guerre)"<br />"Et moi, sur beau front couleur de neige,<br />Un baiser dois mettre, encore plus pur."<br /><br />Oiseau vermeil du Paradis,<br />(Mon ami z-il est à la guerre)<br />Oiseau vermeil du Paradis,<br />Que portez vous ainsi?<br /><br />"Un joli coeur tout cramoisi"<br />Ton ami z-il est à la guerre<br />"Ha! je sens mon coeur qui froidit...<br />Emportez le aussi."<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">English Translation </span><span style="font-style:italic;">(by Judith Kellock)</span><span style="font-weight:bold;">:</span><br />Three beautiful birds of paradise<br />(My love is gone to the war)<br />Three beautiful birds of paradise<br />Have passed this way.<br /><br />The first was bluer than the sky<br />(My love has gone to the war)<br />The second was the colour of snow<br />The third was red as vermillion.<br /><br />"Beautiful birds of paradise<br />(My love has gone to the war)<br />What do you bring here?"<br />"I carry an azure glance<br />(Your love has gone to the war)<br />And I must leave on a snow-white brow<br />A kiss, even purer."<br /><br />"You red bird of paradise<br />(My love has gone to the war)<br />What are you bringing me?"<br />"A loving heart, flushing crimson."<br />(Your love has gone to the war)<br />"Ah, I feel my heart growing cold...<br />Take that with you as well."Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-51729137879773322602009-04-24T21:13:00.005+08:002009-07-01T13:33:12.196+08:00Radio Turd: Episode 1Dear Suemy,<br /><P></P><br />Never let it be said that I rest on my laurels when it comes to fulfilling your musical needs. However, as is the nature of a typical Turd relationship, you live absurdly far away and your equally absurd working hours are completely inconsiderate about the sustenance of our friendship . Truth be told, I've forgotten what you look like. If I try very hard, I can somewhat recall that your height reaches somewhere up to my navel, but that's about it.<br /><P></P><br />Anyhow, this post marks the launching of Radio Turd, which is much less grander than it sounds. Whatever I post up here will be mostly what I consider Suemy-centric, or else it's just music that I like and just feel like recommending. Radio Turd will be a monthly feature on this blog, and it's your duty to "tune in" every month as this project is solely for you (non-Turds are, of course, welcome to sample and/or review the music recommendations, but we bear no responsibility with regards to possible bouts of oddity, followed eventually by insanity).<br /><P></P><br />April Selections:<br /><ul><br /><li type=square><span style="font-weight:bold;">Low Vs Diamond - Killer B</span><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.decider.com/assets/images/events/event/23150/low_vs_diamond_photo_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 595px; height: 325px;" src="http://media.decider.com/assets/images/events/event/23150/low_vs_diamond_photo_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />If you haven't seen the latest episode of OTH yet, this song was featured. They've had a few other songs featured back in Season 5; so far I like this one best. Catchy guitar hooks - I'd love to be able to get away with walking down a street here just lazily singing about Killer Bs. As always, try to watch it within the episode itself (6X20) to appreciate how the song lends itself to the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PbQh791rbk">frustrated Nathan trying to coach yet-another-arrogant-asswipe-of-a-basketball-player scene</a>.<br /><P></P><br /><li type=square><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Get Up Kids - Like A Man Possessed</span><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/QCtScdq7bKaOpJ4lNzqC61e3KCR7cJLt1mexGqOAD1M_/thegetupkidspromo02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 505px; height: 400px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/QCtScdq7bKaOpJ4lNzqC61e3KCR7cJLt1mexGqOAD1M_/thegetupkidspromo02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I know, I know. I don't like this band. What songs by them did I listen to again once upon a time and instantly dislike? Turns out there actually are diamonds in the rough. This is another gem I picked up from OTH, but from way back when in Season 2, during <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5V1E9D81yA">Nathan's car crash</a>. Consider this musical therapy for emo-inclined moments. I like the lyrics, though.<br /><P></P><br /><li type=square><span style="font-weight:bold;">David Usher - We Are Wolves (Electric City)</span><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alivenotdead.com/attachments/2008/10/152831_200810241241231.thumb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.alivenotdead.com/attachments/2008/10/152831_200810241241231.thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Come on, people. It's time to move past Black Black Heart already! Mr. Usher's released quite a few albums since then so get cracking on them. This song is from his latest offering, <span style="font-style:italic;">Wake Up and Say Goodbye</span> (released 2008). But do check out other songs such as The Music, Kill The Lights and Love Will Save The Day. Heck, check out all his albums. Track listings are <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Usher">a click away</a>.<br /><P></P><br /><li type=square><span style="font-weight:bold;">Everly</span><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tinpansouth.com/images/9%20-%20SAT%20EARLY/Everly%20-%20edit.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.tinpansouth.com/images/9%20-%20SAT%20EARLY/Everly%20-%20edit.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I didn't mean to turn this into an OTH-centric entry, honestly. I can't help it if Mark Schwann has exceptional taste in music. If you love Bethany Joy Galeotti, you'll love this band. It's a group she formed recently with an old friend, and their music is quite folk/pop/rock-oriented. For now they have an EP called <span style="font-style:italic;">Mission Bell</span> out, and so far it's doing very well. Thank you God, for small favours such as <a href="http://www.myspace.com/everlysong">Myspace</a>.<br /></ul><br /><P></P><br />*rubs hands* Well, that's it for this month's edition - I'll be on the hunt for more gems within the coming month. Have fun browsing the list, and for goodness sake let us meet up in the flesh sometime this millennium. Skype won't cut it.<br /><P></P>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-87274246920193186632009-04-23T23:53:00.005+08:002009-07-01T13:33:30.500+08:00City That Never Sleeps<span style="font-style:italic;">Federico Garcia Lorca</span><br /><P></P><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/SfCZH_awm4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JBTTjMCEyg4/s1600-h/Madhatter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/SfCZH_awm4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JBTTjMCEyg4/s400/Madhatter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327926721741101954" /></a><br /><br />In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.<br />Nobody is asleep.<br />The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.<br />The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,<br />and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner<br />the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.<br /><P></P><br />Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.<br />Nobody is asleep.<br />In a graveyard far off there is a corpse<br />who has moaned for three years<br />because of a dry countryside on his knee;<br />and that boy they buried this morning cried so much<br />it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.<br /><P></P><br />Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!<br />We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth<br />or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.<br />But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;<br />flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths<br />in a thicket of new veins,<br />and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever<br />and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.<br /><P></P><br />One day<br />the horses will live in the saloons<br />and the enraged ants<br />will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the eyes of cows.<br /><P></P><br />Another day<br />we will watch the preserved butterflies arise from the dead<br />and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats<br />we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.<br />Careful! Be careful! Be careful!<br />The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,<br />and that boy cries because he has never heard of the invention of the bridge,<br />or that dead man who possesses now only a head and a shoe,<br />we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes are waiting,<br />where the bear's teeth are waiting,<br />where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,<br />and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.<br /><P></P><br />Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.<br />Nobody is sleeping.<br />If someone does close his eyes,<br />a whip, boys, a whip!<br />Let there be a landscape of open eyes<br />and bitter wounds on fire.<br />No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.<br />I have said it before.<br /><P></P><br />No one is sleeping.<br />But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the night,<br />open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight<br />the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-68343140872592160182009-04-22T20:22:00.004+08:002009-07-01T13:33:52.357+08:00Pilgrims<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/Se8OzHwQ2RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YAZARpC4pF4/s1600-h/night-sky1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/Se8OzHwQ2RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YAZARpC4pF4/s400/night-sky1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327493155620182290" /></a><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;">"When the great earth, abandoning day, rolls up the deep of the heavens and the universe, a new door opens for the human spirit, and there are few so clownish that some awareness of the mystery of being does not touch them as they gaze. For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world <span style="font-weight:bold;">islanded in its stream of stars</span> - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across eternal seas of space and time. Fugitive though the instant may be, the spirit of man is, during it, ennobled by a genuine moment of emotional dignity, and poetry makes it own both the human spirit and experience." <br />- "The Outermost House", Henry Beston</p>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-66079036195474054942009-04-21T08:42:00.002+08:002009-07-01T13:34:07.132+08:00Morning Interlude<a href="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/043/7/3/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 377px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/043/7/3/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br />Rainy mornings make for soggy attitudes.<br /></p>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-42401196184277619442009-04-20T21:18:00.011+08:002009-07-01T13:34:35.874+08:00Around The Well<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/Sex5Dg1GlTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3OlqvJlUZCM/s1600-h/ironwine4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcGce6P9NPM/Sex5Dg1GlTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3OlqvJlUZCM/s400/ironwine4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326765560531686706" /></a><br /><br />I love music-related quizzes, fill-in-the-blanks and whatnot. So when I saw this on <a href="http://sup3rnal.blogspot.com/2009/04/abnormally-attracted-to-sin.html">Hazlin's </a>blog, I really couldn't resist. So, this is my band of choice: Iron and Wine. In reality, it's a one-man show, the brainchild of Samuel Beam. The song that drew my attention to his music was <span style="font-style:italic;">He Lays In The Reins</span>, which is still very much my absolute favourite song ever. I found this gem on the Road Mix (Vol. 3) Soundtrack of One Tree Hill, and the rest, as they say, is history.<br /><P></P><br />It's strange, but describing the things/people you love is a great challenge, isn't it? What I can say about Iron and Wine's music is that it will make you feel like it's a great loss not to be a Southerner. The magic and mystery of the South is in every line and every melody, and Beam's ability to effortlessly temper his anger, sorrow, wistfulness and joy with gentleness really just does it for me. <a href="http://www.ironandwine.com">Go here</a> to listen to their music.<br /><P></P><br />*****************************************************************<br /><P></P><br />Pick Your Artist: Iron and Wine<br /><P></P><br />Are you male or female: Woman King<br /><P></P><br />Describe yourself: Bird Stealing Bread<br /><P></P><br />How do you feel about yourself: A Book Unfinished<br /><P></P><br />Describe where you currently live: Beneath The Balcony<br /><P></P><br />If you could go anywhere, where would you go: House By The Sea<br /><P></P><br />Your favorite form of transportation: Carried Home<br /><P></P><br />Your family is: It’s The Same Old Song<br /><P></P><br />Your best friend is: The Trapeze Swinger<br /><P></P><br />Your partner is: White Tooth Man<br /><P></P><br />Your favorite color is: Blue Leaves<br /><P></P><br />What's the weather like: The Wind Is Low<br /><P></P><br />Favorite time of day: The Night Ascending<br /><P></P><br />If your life was a tv show/movie/book, what would it be called: Someday The Waves<br /><P></P><br />What is life to you: Muddy Hymnal<br /><P></P><br />What is the best advice you have to give: The Years Seal Their Beauty<br /><P></P><br />If you could change your name, what would it be: Jezebel<br /><P></P><br />Your favorite food is: Her Tea Leaves<br /><P></P><br />Thought for the Day: God Made The Automobile<br /><P></P><br />How I would like to die: Innocent Bones<br /><P></P><br />My soul's present condition: Love and Some Verses<br /><P></P><br />My motto: Free Until They Cut Me DownYannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887857140815267333.post-13217836164881900422009-04-19T12:59:00.008+08:002009-07-01T13:34:50.538+08:00Sweatdrop #2<span style="font-style:italic;">Setting: Saturday, 18th April 2009. The Gardens, Mid Valley. Nature is a-calling and Significant Other waits patiently outside the bathrooms, holding our things.</span><br /><P></P><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Yours truly strides confidently into the ladies' bathroom, then stops dead as a man and a boy walk past her on their way out. ...the hell? With realization and horror slowly dawning on her, she backtracks and looks up at the sign. Oh. The little skirt on the female symbol isn't really a skirt at all. It's a pair of pants.</span><br /><P></P><br />Me: *stomping back outside, red-faced* I went into the men's bathroom!<br />SO: *looks up at sign, tries to keep a straight face* I can see that.<br />Me: Why didn't you tell me I went into the wrong one?!<br />SO: *chortles maniacally*<br />Random man in background: Hahhhh, <span style="font-style:italic;">salah</span> (wrong one)....<br /><P></P>Yannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01536150622709308699noreply@blogger.com3