5.30.2009
5.23.2009
5.16.2009
8-Bit music
8-bit refers to a style of electronic music inspired (and performed) by the sound of old computer consoles from the 8 bit era of video games. This music will often reflect sounds from technology that is seen as primitive or "outdated" such as the Game Boy and home made synthesizers (Wikipedia).
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5.15.2009
Yeah
It's funny how some people would give everything just to have a broken heart. To feel the lips of that boy which you always argue with. To caress the skin of who you have broken up with a million times but always end up with once more. To receive annoying phone calls of that person who want's to know how you are doing every ten minutes. It's funny how some people desire that girl who broke your heart and slept with your best friend. They would love those sticky nights of breath and souls attached to each other. They would gladly feel those glass tears running through your cheeks as you go home after finding out he's been finding other bodies under foreign mattresses. It's just blows my mind how they would like to touch that sorrow. How they would embrace it under their scars. How they would sacrifice their sleep over someone to love. To break their hearts. Someone to make them feel alive.
5.14.2009
5.11.2009
White
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
5.10.2009
My first day of spring
So today I decided to grab some food and just eat it at this park next to my school. As I was finishing my meal I realized how long it have been since I had been even 3 feet away from a three, and actually appreciating it.
It brought memories pouring down. I remembered sitting on the stairs near the house's garden. I would sometimes grab a book and read under the sun. The rays hitting me and giving me that great soothing sensation. The calmness and greatness of it. After finishing my reading I would just stay there, for like half an hour, without a human noise disrupting, just the birds chirping and the sound of the trees being slightly touched by the breeze. I remember standing and going over to the edge of the garden and watching the see about 100ft away from me. I remembered the clouds forming around the the island in front of ours. A perfect moment.
I know it isn't the first day of Spring, but for me, it was.
This is actually the view from what was my house...
It brought memories pouring down. I remembered sitting on the stairs near the house's garden. I would sometimes grab a book and read under the sun. The rays hitting me and giving me that great soothing sensation. The calmness and greatness of it. After finishing my reading I would just stay there, for like half an hour, without a human noise disrupting, just the birds chirping and the sound of the trees being slightly touched by the breeze. I remember standing and going over to the edge of the garden and watching the see about 100ft away from me. I remembered the clouds forming around the the island in front of ours. A perfect moment.
I know it isn't the first day of Spring, but for me, it was.
This is actually the view from what was my house...
5.09.2009
Asience
From the creator of the short inside Kill Bill Vol1, the scene of the life of Oren Ishii, comes this amazing 60 second short about the significance of a woman's hair and love. Produced by anime powerhouse Production I.G., creator of Ghost in the Shell and Patlabor. It also features music from one of Japan's greatest pianist Ryuichi Sakamoto.
Even though Production I.G. has been a pioneer in the process of merging CGI with conventional animation, this short was completely hand made, which makes you realize how much work was put into it.
The woman writes " Kami wa Onna no Inochi " with her blood, which means "Hair is my life (or soul)"
Even though Production I.G. has been a pioneer in the process of merging CGI with conventional animation, this short was completely hand made, which makes you realize how much work was put into it.
The woman writes " Kami wa Onna no Inochi " with her blood, which means "Hair is my life (or soul)"
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