I’ve tried to compose after almost two months, how time has flown.
Anyway, I took some trouble here. This is supposed to be punk…don’t know if it’s turned out well enough.
Take a look in the mirror
You don’t like what it says,
And you’re always feeling ugly
Not like everybody else.
Saw a boy at the bakery
His eyes were shining blue,
And the girls next door’s a princess
So she doesn’t look at you.
Get up,
Get a clue
There’s more to life than high society,
Don’t give up
Too soon,
Don’t let your life just pass you quietly.
And everybody’s looking perfect
Girls pretty in pink and boys in blue, so cool,
They’ve all got different names yet they all look just the same,
But you don’t have to try so hard to be cool,
In a world of perfect people you’re still beautiful.
Your best friend is a winner
She’s always on the scene,
And she’s got all the boys
Soon she’ll be a beauty queen.
When you look in the mirror
You don’t like what you see,
But of all the pretty people
You’re still prettier to me.
Wake up,
You fool
There’s more to life than high society,
You’re not
A tool,
Just be yourself, no popstar wannabe.
And everybody’s looking perfect,
Girls pretty in pink and boys in blue, so cool
They’ve all got different names yet they all look just the same,
But you don’t have to try so hard to be cool,
In a world of perfect people you’re still beautiful.
Perfect bodies, perfect hair,
The things that make you stop and stare.
Perfect makeup for a perfect face
They’re way ahead in the perfect race,
But everything is not so easy…
So the girls choose perfect boys
To come play with their perfect toys,
And the boys want perfect girls
To run their fingers through their curls,
But everything is not so easy…
[interlude]
Wake up,
Get a clue
There’s more to life than high society,
You’re not
A fool,
Just be yourself, no popstar wannabe.
Yeah everybody’s so damn perfect,
Girls pretty in pink and boys in blue,
They’ve all got different names yet they’re all lookin’ the same,
But you don’t have to try so hard to be cool,
In a world of perfect people you’re still beautiful.
Led Zeppelin – Immigrant Song
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Chew, chew
Y’know what I hate? When the press refers to Indian women as actors. There is a whole separate word for them, don’t they know???
Hollywood actresses are, of course, actresses. But talk about Ms. Rai and company and they all suddenly turn masculine. Is that some sort of equal-rights-for-women thing that the Indian press is so keen on? If that’s the case, what about women in other countries? Or are Indian women more equal than others?
Y’know what I hate? When people say “female species”. As Kenan would put it… Why???????????
Don’t they know? Don’t you know? There is no female species. There cannot be a female species!! There can be a female OF the species but NO female species. If there ever was a female species, how would they reproduce?
A male and a female make up a pair of the same species. If males and females were two different species nobody could make babies…
Tigers can mate with Lions to make Tigons and Ligers. They’re feline.
Horses can make it with Donkeys and Zebras to give birth to Mules and Zorses respectively. They’re equine.
See? You don’t get rabbits mounting house-cats (although I’ve seen one try!) because they don’t belong to the same species. A male rabbit needs a female of the same species to breed with. Grow a brain, people!
Go here for more stuff on cross breeds within the species.
Y’know what I like? The Rolling Stones’ Like A Rolling Stone video. They’ve covered Bob Dylan but it’s a job superbly done.
Apart from having Patricia Arquette, which alone is a reason for me to like it, they also have some great visual effects.
First, they have the 180-degree revolving camera thing. I don’t know what it’s called, but they have a semicircle of cameras set up around the subject and each camera captures one image, all simultaneously done. Then the frames are played sequentially, in the order in which the cameras were arranged for it to seem as if one camera has revolved around the subject, frozen in time. An awesome technique, also made use of by the National Geographic Channel to produce some stunning visuals.
Then they have they watery effect, by way of which, limb movements and changing backgrounds are smoothly blurred into each other to give the whole video a drunken stupor feel.
A classic Stones audio and video experience, which is pretty much what can always be expected from the dudes who’re never gone.
Catch it whenever you can.
Y’know what I hate? Public mentality. Actually, Indian public mentality. First, they look for every opportunity to pull down India’s most successful cricket captain, while he's being successful. Now, when he's truly struggling and fully aware of it, and been given the boot, the public want to see him given a fighting chance instead, to give the appearance that they are a fair public.
What is the sense in worshipping a man while still spitting in his face? When you're busy kissing his boots, if you wanna spit in his face...you gotta look up first. Try it to know.
Y’know what I hate? These ugly ass mothas! Just because they live at the bottom of the sea, it doesn’t mean they have an excuse to forget their makeup…
Hollywood actresses are, of course, actresses. But talk about Ms. Rai and company and they all suddenly turn masculine. Is that some sort of equal-rights-for-women thing that the Indian press is so keen on? If that’s the case, what about women in other countries? Or are Indian women more equal than others?
Y’know what I hate? When people say “female species”. As Kenan would put it… Why???????????
Don’t they know? Don’t you know? There is no female species. There cannot be a female species!! There can be a female OF the species but NO female species. If there ever was a female species, how would they reproduce?
A male and a female make up a pair of the same species. If males and females were two different species nobody could make babies…
Tigers can mate with Lions to make Tigons and Ligers. They’re feline.
Horses can make it with Donkeys and Zebras to give birth to Mules and Zorses respectively. They’re equine.
See? You don’t get rabbits mounting house-cats (although I’ve seen one try!) because they don’t belong to the same species. A male rabbit needs a female of the same species to breed with. Grow a brain, people!
Go here for more stuff on cross breeds within the species.
Y’know what I like? The Rolling Stones’ Like A Rolling Stone video. They’ve covered Bob Dylan but it’s a job superbly done.
Apart from having Patricia Arquette, which alone is a reason for me to like it, they also have some great visual effects.
First, they have the 180-degree revolving camera thing. I don’t know what it’s called, but they have a semicircle of cameras set up around the subject and each camera captures one image, all simultaneously done. Then the frames are played sequentially, in the order in which the cameras were arranged for it to seem as if one camera has revolved around the subject, frozen in time. An awesome technique, also made use of by the National Geographic Channel to produce some stunning visuals.
Then they have they watery effect, by way of which, limb movements and changing backgrounds are smoothly blurred into each other to give the whole video a drunken stupor feel.
A classic Stones audio and video experience, which is pretty much what can always be expected from the dudes who’re never gone.
Catch it whenever you can.
Y’know what I hate? Public mentality. Actually, Indian public mentality. First, they look for every opportunity to pull down India’s most successful cricket captain, while he's being successful. Now, when he's truly struggling and fully aware of it, and been given the boot, the public want to see him given a fighting chance instead, to give the appearance that they are a fair public.
What is the sense in worshipping a man while still spitting in his face? When you're busy kissing his boots, if you wanna spit in his face...you gotta look up first. Try it to know.
Y’know what I hate? These ugly ass mothas! Just because they live at the bottom of the sea, it doesn’t mean they have an excuse to forget their makeup…
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Bananarama - Cruel Summer
Saturday, December 31, 2005
To Sum Up...
Hey, hey, hey!! Its day #365.25 again and I need to make a worthwhile contribution to this page before the year re-login comes around. How f**kin’ geeky was that?! Re-login…
But, butt, buttttt…. I like big butts and I cannot lie, You other brothers can’t deny, That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, You get sprung!
Hmm… Sir Mix-A-Lot lives still…
No, I don’t really have an ass thing going on. Back on topic, I can’t go out on a ranting note! I never run out of stuff to post, but right now, I’ve got a lot of rants jostling for position, without anyone getting dibs and I don’t want to clutter the holiday season with random rants and ambitions that are, at best, ambiguous. I’ve missed out on a lot of posts of late because I’ve been busy with other, more pressing, commitments. Now that they’re safely out of the way and done with, I’m free, well, relatively free-er anyway, to write again.
Ranting Swede returns, January ’06.
For now, I’m gonna be the good little boy next door everybody expects me to be.
All in all, it’s been an OK year. Nothing too stupendous…quit a job, gained a networking certification, spent loads of cash and finally, added two inches to my waistline. I found that last bit out just last week when my new jeans had to be a size larger than they used to.
New Year’s Resolution #1: Start losing the spare tyre! I never actually make resolutions but since it’s the appropriate time and I’ve decided to try and lose weight, let’s just call it one. And even if I break it, hey, no one actually keeps their resolutions.
Blogwise, hahahahahah… Blogwise… Ok, Blog-wise, this half-year has seen me learn a lot about what I can and cannot do. What I can do is write, no matter what anyone else thinks of it. What I cannot do is just for me to know. Anyhoo, I’ve written a lot and pretty much exceeded my own expectations. Truthfully, when I started this thing I didn’t expect it to last too long because I would actually sit and think of topics to write on, as is evident from my early posts. As the posts piled on, I didn’t have to find topics, the posts were not about topics anymore, just expression. Now I’m happy with what I have, even if nobody much sees it. I am my own worst critic, so there’s always room for improvement.
Alrighty then, its time to turn down the lights, Turn down the bed, Turn down these voices inside my head… I’m ripping off lyrics at lib today!
Enough baloney for today, have some salami too while I’m gone.
Happy New Year folks. Get some drunken debauchery when you can, you’ll never know when it’s your last time.
Have a good one.
Music for the week was heavily influenced by (Ok, blatantly lifted. There, happy?) Almost Heroes. Watch it. Mmmmm, Penny Lane…
Guns ‘N Roses – Welcome To The Jungle
Elton John – Tiny Dancer
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Fortunate Son
But, butt, buttttt…. I like big butts and I cannot lie, You other brothers can’t deny, That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, You get sprung!
Hmm… Sir Mix-A-Lot lives still…
No, I don’t really have an ass thing going on. Back on topic, I can’t go out on a ranting note! I never run out of stuff to post, but right now, I’ve got a lot of rants jostling for position, without anyone getting dibs and I don’t want to clutter the holiday season with random rants and ambitions that are, at best, ambiguous. I’ve missed out on a lot of posts of late because I’ve been busy with other, more pressing, commitments. Now that they’re safely out of the way and done with, I’m free, well, relatively free-er anyway, to write again.
Ranting Swede returns, January ’06.
For now, I’m gonna be the good little boy next door everybody expects me to be.
All in all, it’s been an OK year. Nothing too stupendous…quit a job, gained a networking certification, spent loads of cash and finally, added two inches to my waistline. I found that last bit out just last week when my new jeans had to be a size larger than they used to.
New Year’s Resolution #1: Start losing the spare tyre! I never actually make resolutions but since it’s the appropriate time and I’ve decided to try and lose weight, let’s just call it one. And even if I break it, hey, no one actually keeps their resolutions.
Blogwise, hahahahahah… Blogwise… Ok, Blog-wise, this half-year has seen me learn a lot about what I can and cannot do. What I can do is write, no matter what anyone else thinks of it. What I cannot do is just for me to know. Anyhoo, I’ve written a lot and pretty much exceeded my own expectations. Truthfully, when I started this thing I didn’t expect it to last too long because I would actually sit and think of topics to write on, as is evident from my early posts. As the posts piled on, I didn’t have to find topics, the posts were not about topics anymore, just expression. Now I’m happy with what I have, even if nobody much sees it. I am my own worst critic, so there’s always room for improvement.
Alrighty then, its time to turn down the lights, Turn down the bed, Turn down these voices inside my head… I’m ripping off lyrics at lib today!
Enough baloney for today, have some salami too while I’m gone.
Happy New Year folks. Get some drunken debauchery when you can, you’ll never know when it’s your last time.
Have a good one.
Music for the week was heavily influenced by (Ok, blatantly lifted. There, happy?) Almost Heroes. Watch it. Mmmmm, Penny Lane…
Guns ‘N Roses – Welcome To The Jungle
Elton John – Tiny Dancer
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Fortunate Son
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Happy for the Holidays
To tell the truth, I don't have a post. I do have something to say, but I haven't the time to say it right now.
I'll get back to that in posts to come, but for now, to one and all, My Best Wishes of the Season.
Have a Very Merry Christmas everyone!! Or as merry as you can manage... or try anyway, you just might get lucky... Hey, it's Christmas.
"God Bless Us everyone!" -- The Late, "Tiny" Tim Cratchit
Cheap Trick - Surrender
Bonus Track (I'm feeling generous!!) : Martika - Toy Soldiers
I'll get back to that in posts to come, but for now, to one and all, My Best Wishes of the Season.
Have a Very Merry Christmas everyone!! Or as merry as you can manage... or try anyway, you just might get lucky... Hey, it's Christmas.
"God Bless Us everyone!" -- The Late, "Tiny" Tim Cratchit
Cheap Trick - Surrender
Bonus Track (I'm feeling generous!!) : Martika - Toy Soldiers
Friday, December 02, 2005
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
I hoard. Music, newspapers, ticket stubs, notebooks from school and even pieces of toys from ages ago. For entertainment value, for sentimental value and even sometimes just because I have somewhere to keep them, I keep them. It can't be a good thing and probably isn't, because it shows my propensity to lug the past around behind me.
I tend to forget things rather quickly. Possibly, I was dropped headfirst as a child, something my parents 'neglected to mention'. Maybe that's why I need physical reminders of events past, years gone by...and people. I've often saved emails and text messages to the point where inboxes were brimming full of, what to anyone else would seem a pointless waste of space. I saved them still, never knowing if the next one would be the last, (ok...not paranoia!) so I could read them later and go back to a time that was. Digital limitations eventually won a hard fought battle.
But to me, these have been the important things in my life. They're small things, simple things. Everything that I've saved, or tried to save, associated with a time, story or person I wanted to hold on to.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, now sans cover and a few pages, puts me at age four, when a beautiful teacher got a classful of fidgety kinderlings to pray for their classfellow, as I underwent surgery.
I open an old box of poster paints tucked away in my cupboard. Among the bottles of paint, a single foot broken off an action figure takes me back to every pre-birthday visit to the toyshop. G.I.Joe was the craze and I wanted them all. The simplicity of the time...a single figure was enough to keep me happy for months. Now, a CD, ten times the cost, can't hold my attention for more than a week.
A simple brown envelope, not yet too old, holds a heart bared open to me in an unsurpassable act of honesty and friendship, even though I let it down. It pains me, but I'll keep it still.
These days I don't have much faith in the future because I don't know how to build it yet. Time is slowly rolling over me like a cannonball. But if I have nothing else, I have reminders of a time when honey was sweeter than money; of people who made my day, everyday; and a lifetime steadily disassociating itself with this one.
"Don't live in the past." it goes; I'm not.
I just want to be able to remember what it was like, when it's time I don't even know what it is anymore.
Constant evolution, everybody's changing.
I'll never know who I'm gonna be tomorrow, but I always need to be reminded of who I was yesterday.
Although my music base has taken a major hit, with the loss of over two gigabytes of awesome singles spanning genres and generations, I do have a song for this week too.
Since it's the week and all, the first AIDS benefit song takes the place of pride.
Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Elton John and Gladys Knight - That's What Friends Are For
I tend to forget things rather quickly. Possibly, I was dropped headfirst as a child, something my parents 'neglected to mention'. Maybe that's why I need physical reminders of events past, years gone by...and people. I've often saved emails and text messages to the point where inboxes were brimming full of, what to anyone else would seem a pointless waste of space. I saved them still, never knowing if the next one would be the last, (ok...not paranoia!) so I could read them later and go back to a time that was. Digital limitations eventually won a hard fought battle.
But to me, these have been the important things in my life. They're small things, simple things. Everything that I've saved, or tried to save, associated with a time, story or person I wanted to hold on to.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, now sans cover and a few pages, puts me at age four, when a beautiful teacher got a classful of fidgety kinderlings to pray for their classfellow, as I underwent surgery.
I open an old box of poster paints tucked away in my cupboard. Among the bottles of paint, a single foot broken off an action figure takes me back to every pre-birthday visit to the toyshop. G.I.Joe was the craze and I wanted them all. The simplicity of the time...a single figure was enough to keep me happy for months. Now, a CD, ten times the cost, can't hold my attention for more than a week.
A simple brown envelope, not yet too old, holds a heart bared open to me in an unsurpassable act of honesty and friendship, even though I let it down. It pains me, but I'll keep it still.
These days I don't have much faith in the future because I don't know how to build it yet. Time is slowly rolling over me like a cannonball. But if I have nothing else, I have reminders of a time when honey was sweeter than money; of people who made my day, everyday; and a lifetime steadily disassociating itself with this one.
"Don't live in the past." it goes; I'm not.
I just want to be able to remember what it was like, when it's time I don't even know what it is anymore.
Constant evolution, everybody's changing.
I'll never know who I'm gonna be tomorrow, but I always need to be reminded of who I was yesterday.
Although my music base has taken a major hit, with the loss of over two gigabytes of awesome singles spanning genres and generations, I do have a song for this week too.
Since it's the week and all, the first AIDS benefit song takes the place of pride.
Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Elton John and Gladys Knight - That's What Friends Are For
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