Friday, April 10, 2009


we love it, or at least I do. It's who we are, and there are times when being a perfectionist brings the best results.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Damn perfectionism

Perfectionism is lethal I swear...
You're never satisfied and it makes you feel miserable... Plain miserable.
God... I'm so ungrateful.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Mah :3

Dear Alistair,

I think it would be a good idea to give some life to this blog...
So I'll start with one of those videos that amuse me for some strange reason...
Oh wait, I'm easily amused... baaawl...


Thursday, October 30, 2008

Smile. It's good.

This afternoon was good. It started with solitude, warm late afternoon sunshine and The Crystal Method. The evening was good too. So, :)

Friday, October 17, 2008

Darken that bass.


Today was terms of the weather. Thus, I managed to enjoy about 20 minutes of bliss while listening to Chilling Matenda on my terrace; the warmth of the 10 a.m. sun of my back; looking over the green of the lawn below me; a clear day with a cool breeze.


I'm dissatisfied. With the world. With people. Mostly with people. But it's ok.
It's ok.
It's ok.

Get it?

It's ok, but it's not fucken beautiful.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008


We humans are a funny bunch. We always need something to do. Some of us get paid to do what we do, like workers get paid to work, nasty sorts get paid to do you in, y'know.
And if we don't have anything to do then life becomes kooblah, pointless.
Given that there are a load of people who rejoice at having nothing to do; like "Yahoo! It's so nice to have nothing to do after a long, hard week." That's it till Monday comes and they're doing it again.
Do it. Doing it. Done it. Does it. Did it. do-nologic.
What about those who don't have much to do? Me, for example.
I write here. What are you doing, reading this?

Sunday, September 28, 2008


Bombing = The art of doing any form of graffiti. [Urban Dictionary]
Beat = The thing that gets your head bobbing, foot tapping, fingers snapping.

Beatbombing = Lyrical stattaco/superflow/subliminal spell conveying ideas/dreams/thoughts brought on by a combination of slick beats and tunes. In other words, verbal graffiti inspired by your state of mind created by the music you're listening to. Progressive house works for me.

[While listening to Christian Smith - Flyertalk; 4:44 onwards]
Slickin it up/colours explode slow/purple green blue/loops meld and flow/sweeps rush and come/build build BUILD/the fucken beat comes on and I'm complete/rushin pulsing smooth power sweet/fucken heady flow this tune I swear.