a requiem by radiohead

Radiohead decided to write a song to commemorate Harry Patch, the last surviving British World War 1 combatant who died on the 25th of July this year at the tired age of 111! The lyrics are actually all quotes from the war veteran himself, which is pretty sweet. Enjoy (probably not the best way to start your day though).

why hasn't this hit the nation by storm yet?

hat and i saw this magazine (wait for it) the other day at what is possibly the most enormous magazine shop in Malaysia. at first i walked past it, it was next to the pre-pubescent section. you know you need to get the fuck away from an area where twenty Mylie Cyrus', fifteen sets of the Jonas Brothers and six Taylor Swifts are eyeballing you, simultaneously, with grins that put the Cheshire cat to shame. in their glossy greatness, set against a spillage of the most hideous tones of fluorescent yellow and pink, they watch you below headlines that promise to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets (favourite colour, favourite food). as i distanced myself from the atrocity, something caught my eye. it was the british royal family, all lined up on a shelf, looking nothing short of delighted. the magazines called Majesty, which according to its website, gives its readers a colourful insight into the privileged lives of the royal families of the world. who the hell buys this shit?

anyway, whilst below this shelf of individual royals was an array of mags on lady di, above it was this mega find:


The Best Selling Lesbian Magazine!!!!

this is a slice of my insensitivity but i just couldn't resist sharing. come on, its kind of funny..especially because homosexuality is basically illegal in this country.

even so, drag kings are no rarity here. they're the underdogs who don't get enough international attention compared to the SEA ladyboys(mad propz to yall at Parkson and Topshop). perhaps because they are far, far less attractive than ladyboys. they're all kind of underheight and overweight, and look like they've been deep fried in lard several times. oh they also lovelovelove cargo trousers. perhaps they think that masculinity is measured by the number of pockets one has. anyway. the point is, as they are multiplying by the second, i think they need to be alerted that they can stop pretending to be interested in motor trader and start subscribing to a magazine that caters specifically to them.

old, alone, done for!

my birthday is coming soon so here's my wishlist to give everyone (i.e no one) ideas of what i want when i turn a year older.

1. LA CANDY

2. Demi lovato's new album

3. Jonas Brothers' new album


see im easily pleased.
but seriously if i want these shits ill get them myself. and yesss i likeee disneys popstars. :D

what i really want is

a brand spanking new kitten fresh out of mommys womb. all sticky and alieny! woot woot.

Hope

For all 2009 and perhaps 08, the world has awaited the birth of a song which wasn’t interested in outsynthing its peers, for a song which at the very least bordered on being honest if being sensible is too much to ask. Many of us were pretty much ready to resign to Option 1 of never updating existing playlists or Option 2 of updating it, and enduring abuse from songs that spin butcher knives in your brain and/or kick you into some awkward dance(involuntarily). Just as I was signing up for Option 1 i.e. I Am So Fucking Sick Of Electronica, Voxtrot came back to save us all, just like a dream. At an age where lyrics have taken the backseat, letting drum machines drive instead, Ramesh has stuck by his pen through and through, delivering verses and choruses that will charm even the most reluctant romantics. Voxtrot is, hands down, the best thing that has ever come out of Texas. Slightly unfashionable, completely endearing.

Berlin, Without Return - Voxtrot

wayfaring stranger

pretty prague:

minor adjustment

the atrocity that is the flaming lips song in the previous post was starting to seriously bother me. so i felt the need to put up a song that i actually did like. here's my attempt to cancel out the evil with some good :

In This Lonely Town - Jeremy Jay


Ooooo. this is the first time i'm posting a song (err mp3?..) instead of a video.it should work. i chose Jeremy Jay because earlier today i was checking out records at a store with a friend of mine and i asked him if he liked Jeremy Jay, he said he's never heard of him(them?) and asked me what sort of music he plays. i honestly couldn't remember at the time, but i remember a very good French friend of mine showing me Jeremy Jay's myspace awhile back and me liking what I heard. the end.

on a lighter note

today i was reminded of one of the few good things about this place - yellow watermelons (no racist sexual innuendo, perverts). not the most curious of fruits but one of my top ten fruits for sho.

i'm sure if i tried hard enough id be able to find some in England but readily sliced and at thrice the price. more than thrice. you get the point. i'm convinced that the yellow watermelon is superior to its red counterpart based on its colour alone. more interestingly, i have just found out that the Roma people (derogatorily and often unnecessarily referred to as 'gypsies') are responsible for a pretty amusing folklore on Watermelon Vampires.

www.lesvampires.org tells me (don't question why I was on this website)


"The belief in vampire watermelons is similar to the belief that any inanimate object left outside during the night of a full moon will become a vampire. According to tradition, virtually any kind of melon or pumpkin kept more than ten days or after Christmas will become a vampire, rolling around on the ground and growling to pester the living. People have little fear of the vampire melons because of the creatures' lack of teeth. One of the main indications that a melon is about to undergo a vampiric transformation (or has just completed one) is said to be the appearance of a drop of blood on its skin."

these vamps must be the laughing stock of the Vampire Empire (i'm sure this exists even if it is just in my nightmares). theyre handicapped from performing the sole duty of vampires. losers. i also imagine that they must look something like this :




pretty scary if you ask me.

that's about all for now, kids. oh, and this next song. i don't even like it, its just got the word watermelon in it. fangs for your time.