Clocks – Coldplay

one year ago i was intrigued by the experience of daylight savings and i stayed up till three am watching the passing of an hour that would be turned back; the palindromic equation of taking away an hour that will be returned sometime in march is symmetry, and it is never a bad thing to know that something that starts will have a balanced closure. last year tears were shed, but this year a more stoic version will flow.

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last night i spent an hour in an hour which wasn’t there; i had completely forgotten about it and life seemed to continue as usual. but we know it never did, it never does.

Whisper of a Thrill – Thomas Newman

questions, questions:

the sanctuary in south carolina for 4 months or the hilton in the uk for 6 months but at an unfixed location (st anne’s, bracknell, newbury) because i have absolutely no idea on what to do.

suggestions kthnx.

Love Ridden – Fiona Apple

Todos estos señores estaban dentro
cuando ella entró completamente
desnuda
ellos habían bebido y comenzaron
a escupirla
ella no entendía nadarecién
salía del rio
era una sirena que se había
extraviado. 

All these gentlemen were there inside
when she entered, utterly naked.
They had been drinking, and began
to spit at her.
Recently come from the river, she
understood nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost
her way.

Fábula de la sirena y los borrachos/Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks – Pablo Neruda

and these days are salad days, of experiences and realisations.

The Reason Why – Rachael Yamagata

why is fall called fall, are leaves falling down, is it the implosion of certain things in life, is it the sudden drop in temperatures? questions that can never be answered that will be self answered and these days it certainly is the trend for things to be so.

there is an inner peace these days that i have never felt before and i am thankful, grateful and things are finally looking up. and maybe this is why i have always believed in it, lived by it all my life.  

Love Will Keep Us Alive – The Eagles

because the small things matter, and i did like to think i was vindicated.

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as is his love for it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef-f7EeDpYI

Nude – Radiohead

my itunes is prescient beyond belief, radiohead sounds better than ever and revelations at 5 am in the morning are oddly disturbing.

this is how it goes then, i suppose.

Videotape – Radiohead

tonight the tricolores faces off against the english and it will be a match to revel in because blood sweat and tears will carry either team to victory and at this stage of the world cup, that’s all you can ask for. these days i have developed a marked appreciation for rugby because unlike soccer, which is really a boy’s game, rugby is intense, full-bodied and marked distinctively by pure determination and sheer force. this is competition, this is ferocity and the people with the bigger hearts will deserve to win; whoever loses shouldn’t hang their heads in shame, because sometimes that’s life, and there has to be a loser, whether it is just or not.

i was supposed to be competing in basketball today with the best team i have ever been in, and i was preparing to bring all the hustle and defence and pace i had in every ounce of my body onto the hardwood (where i will probably obtain most of my floorburns) but chef siegler made it mandatory for everyone in the kitchen team to be present, and i don’t know, but i can safely say i have never hated an event more than banquet in my life.

 it was never meant to be like this.

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i don’t really like growing older; it is the opposite of fruits blossoming.

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[edit] poor poor sebastien chabal, he who wears his heart on his sleeve and who ploughs into the front fearlessly like a buccaneer; poor poor frederic michalak, talented young man who might never pick himself up from two consecutive underperforming semi finals. you wonder if it will haunt him for the rest of his life, reduce him to a lesser man than he would have otherwise been.

once again, wilkinson is clutch.
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my teammates won the gold medal and i am delighted for them, but yet a lingering sadness lurks.

I Don’t Know What I Can Save You From – Kings of Convenience

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

Variation On The Word Sleep – Magaret Atwood

start living, start breathing you silly boy. and if only i had as much belief in myself as you did in me.

Blurry Eyes – L’arc en Ciel

because 10% isn’t 40%, and it could have been easily much worse.

cheer up eh.

Daybreak’s Bell – L’arc en Ciel

gundam oo is out, as is prison break season three. naruto and bleach runs the way they have always been (inexorably) and i think it’s a magnificent way to waste 2 hours of my life every week.

hyde’s voice is damn sexy.
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these are trying times, but resolve shall carry me through; there really isn’t any choice.
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i wish i can see you again, but only time will tell.
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The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Forgetfulness – Billy Collins