Tuesday, January 27, 2009

La Isla Bonita

Mmm... Alizée covers this Madonna piece.And why am I watching all these clips instead of doing work? No bloody clue.

And here are the lyrics to this sultry piece:
(Spoken:)
Como puede ser verdad

Last night I dreamt of san pedro
Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Chorus:
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby

I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast

(Chorus)

I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl

Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

(Chorus)

Ta-la-ta-ta-taa

(Chorus)

La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Te dijo te amo
La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Spoken: El dijo que te ama

Pa-pa-la-pa-pa pa-pa-pa-pahaaa
Aha, aha-ahaaa
La isla bonita
Ahaa, aha-ahaaa...

I Should Be So Lucky That I Can't Get You Out of My Head

Kylie Minogue, active in 1987? Holy crap...

Compare it with this:

Holy crap!

I should be so lucky that I can't get you out of my head.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Synchronised Swimming

Check this out. It is a clip from ``Bathing Beauty'' starring Esther Williams:Interesting charm there.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Reminiscence

Looking at some of my old class mates on facebook evokes some rather strange thoughts. These people, whom I had once rubbed shoulders with literally while doing all the usual school stuff, have turned into people that are completely different from before. Is this what they call ``growing up'' then? Is this something that I should aspire to?

I highly doubt it. I like the way I am, not a part of the whole ``yuppie'' culture, not a part of the usual rat race that faces most people who choose a more mundane lifestyle. I like the way that I live, the carefree intellectual inquisition that I employ, the ability to look far and beyond what people have already done. I love to think not about money, but about big ideas, how things work, how things can be made even more efficient, how life can proceed in the splendour that was envisioned by the sages of old. I enjoy the thrills of the hunt for that elusive piece of knowledge, the knowing that I can do something that many people have tried to do but failed, the ability to triumph over my own intellectual shortcomings to be a whole person, the distances that I have gone, the sights that I have seen, the things that I have heard and the deeds that I have done.

I am not a sheeple, and I'm proud of it! If I cannot lead a life that I am proud of, why should I live on in the first place? Why then should I consume all those resources only to be a couch potato and not advance myself or the human race as a whole should my abilities grant it? But I am proud of the life that I lead---I do not say it out loud because I don't need to announce to the world of what I like, but here I feel that I need to say it out once to remind myself that I am a great person in my own right. I'm not as great as the Field Medallist or the Turing Award Recipient or even the Nobel Award Recipient, but I am great as it is for having done what I have done, living through what I had lived through, dealing with all my problems with sagacity and tenacity, and never backing down easily when an obstacle is thrown into my path, and to seek external help when I cannot deal with the problem alone.

I am damn proud of all 24 years of my life.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

This Week...

Roughly 3--4 days since I last wrote something here. With justifiable cause too, I might add. Considering the fact that this semester requires quite a fair bit of writing/typing, it'd be little wonder that I'm not posting that much stuff here now.

T'is a weird week. Many pieces of homework due, and unlike the stuff that I usually do, this time round I have absolutely no idea if what I'm doing/handing in is actually right or wrong. It sounds really wonky indeed, but it is a fact. Most of these assignments are very flexible, in the sense that they are of the free-response type, and thus have no ``correct'' answer that can be spoken of.

There is a general feeling that I do not like people. Well, technically that is not quite correct---I do not like large crowds of people; talking to folks one-on-one is actually fairly pleasant, because you can actually focus on the person and focus on the conversation, as opposed to the round-robin-esque style of talking when there is a large group of people around. However, to make things somewhat easier for people to comprehend, like many things in life, I've decided to act a little misanthropic some times. It makes it easier for people, because they have an easily justifiable response. ``Oh don't mind him... he's always like that'' or even ``he's just weird, don't worry about him''. The more ludicrous your actions are, the more effort is required to convince people that there is a perfectly ``valid'' explanation, even though at the end of the day, the ``valid'' explanation can be as far away from the truth as the ``fact'' that the earth is flat.

And this week... it's just weird. 'nuff said.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Blatant Misuse of Words

Blatant misuse of words. People, you do not have a ``facebook'' or an ``internet''---these are not the correct terms for things that you are trying to convey. You do, however, can have a ``facebook group'', ``facebook account'', ``internet connection'', or even ``email''. And no, one does not ``send an internet'' because there is no such thing. And a group of ``anonymous people'' cannot have an identifiable leader.

And you do not ``MSN'' people---you send them instant messages. And there sure as hell isn't any ``texting'' going on---you are sending a text message over SMS. And once more, you do not ``facebook'' someone---you add them to your friends' list. Seeing a trend here?

You do not use ``word'' to type your documents---you use a word processor. One does not create an ``excel'' for their spreadsheets---they just create the spreadsheet. Finally, you do not ``powerpoint''---you create slides and present them.

Geez... what the heck is wrong with people these days?

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Drifting Off To Sleep

It does feel sort of strange to be writing here now, considering the fact that in reality, I don't really have much that I want to say here at this moment. Things in Austin were great, and now I'm back in the 'burgh, ready for yet another semester of the grindstone.

This is so strange... the feeling of an impending end of sorts mixed with some mild euphoria of triumphing over yet another phase in life that keeps me going on, step by step, little by little, forwards towards my zenith, before I decline to my nadir. Somehow, I believe that I'm supposed to feel stressed out, and yet an odd calm washes over me as I look forward with glassy eyes, lapsing to nightmares of failures and awaking to delight from the successes.

This is going to be my last semester as an undergraduate student. So many memories, so much pain, so much happiness... very mixed feelings, even though the end of the semester has not even drawn close. Yet another passing of innocence. The precocious child of the past is now in a state of semisagehood, being at the same time silly and wise. The fiery aggression that marks the the acts and deeds of myself have turned into an inner fire that burns strongly within and away from sight, only to be unleashed when the time truly has arrived.

And I am reaching what is probably the one-fifth/one-quarter mark of my entire lifespan in this world. Really sobering thought, that the 20+ years that I have lived is starting to become a significant fraction of the life that the stars have signalled to me. Shortness of life, the mortality of humans... a strange time to think about these, indeed, but I cannot seem to help it.

They entered my life, one by one, and some stayed on indefinitely, others lingered for a while and then go off to their merry ways, never to look back. She came to me in a dream, a dream that turned into reality when we were not looking, and blossoming into a kind of happiness that I never thought I could ever find before. It was love; I think that I have finally found my match.

The dark skies of the wintery night slowly part to reveal the warm glow of the moon overhead, with her light lovingly reflected by the wispy clouds that crowd near her beauty. Perhaps the road ahead is going to be rocky, perhaps the road ahead is one of hardness. But perhaps if she stayed with me throughout the journey, there can be happiness to be found, and strength to be discovered.

Will reality meet up with my eager anticipation, or is this only the mere delusion before the final awakening to a world that is devoid of emotions like love, care and concern? Do I even dare answer my own question or make the assumptions of the Worst Possible Outcome?

Dreamy eyes weary from a day's worth of classes trained upon a backlit LCD screen, trained upon the words that keep appearing as the fingers move according to their own volition. How dainty those typeset letters are! The sheer prettiness of the typography astounds even myself, considering that the letters are just simple monospaced ones, hardly like those expressive cursive styles so prevalent among gothic calligraphy. Pretty cursor too, though a thin non-blinking bar, deliberately set to be utilitarian and spartan.

The mind drifts in and out of consciousness, and wanders from thought to thought, as the words ebb and flow. It is late, that even my sleepy mind can tell, yet I cannot stay away from writing. A voice of my own, mimicking closely the life story of me, elucidations that I never thought to be too private nor secret.

My eyelids grow heavy with each paragraph, and my mind moans softly for restful sleep upon a comfy bed wrapped in a cozy blanket. My fingers, reluctant to stop, finally end their exercise upon the keyboard and ended this paragraph.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Safe Touchdown

Touched down, safe and sound. And now, to enjoy the sights and sounds of Austin.

That said, the flight over was not easy. The plane from Pittsburgh to Chicago [O'Hare] was delayed for at least 30 minutes, which meant that the time left between connections was shortened to no more than 20 minutes. And it didn't really help that the gate that we arrived in [at Chicago] was on one end of the `U' bend while the gate that we had to leave from was on the other end of the `U' bend. Needless to say, I half-ran/half-brisk-walked to the gate, and managed to get seated on the aeroplane with about 10 minutes to spare.

At least I didn't have to wait for the 1010hrs flight in the morning. That said, my legs now are dead tired, considering that just 4 days ago, they were subjected to [torture of] the Hatha Yoga ``Tree Pose'', and then about 3 days ago they were subjected to sub-zero temperatures at the First Night at Pittsburgh event, and then some urban exploration 2 days ago, and then the running/sprinting 1 day ago.

Damn my legs take a lot of brutal punishment. But then again, I like them a lot because they survive so well, even under such brutality. While the knees can be weak at times, and the thigh muscles are often strained (as are the calves and the shins), they still prevail, and allow me to accomplish seemingly impossible tasks, like walking for ridiculous distances without fail. Though my legs are rather thick in the thighs (and rump), I think that underneath it all is a strong set of muscles that work tirelessly so that I can get to places. Kudos to my legs!

Alright, enough of random nonsense, I will need to get a shower and then probably look for some food. Till next time.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Radio Silence Again

So at this instant, I'm sitting in the Pittsburgh International Airport, waiting for my flight out to Austin, Texas. It is rather interesting, since the last time that I flew off to a holiday in the US was roughly two years ago, when I stayed with Mo over winter break in NYC.

That said, this means that I will be on radio silence for a bunch of hours. So, till next time.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

風をうけて

Damn, I'm hooked to this now, 風をうけて by 上戸彩:And here are the lyrics in Japanese:
《風をうけて》——上戸彩
人ごとのような Rainy Day
いつも 曲がりきれないカーブで
わけもわからず 泣いてないで
持ちきれない荷物も
数え切れない夜も
ひとつずつ 手で握りしめて
嘘でかためた正義も いつも
夢ばかり語るブレーキも
疑いながら 歩いて 走って
断ちきれない思いも
持ちきれない願いも
ひとつずつ 絵にかいて眺め
繰り返し 笑うだけ
もう一人の自分のようで
嫌いと 辛いと 呟いた日々を
今から 飛び出し

※ずっとそそぐ風 もっと遠くまで
僕の足取りは軽く
日々に問いかける ずっと追いかける
太陽の光 浴びたままで
もっと届くまで もっと強くなれ
僕の道のりは長く
日々の追い風も 向かい風も
気にせず進んで 僕だけの明日へ※

うわの空に眺めて いつも
声に出さず語って
胸にすべて しまいこんで
理解できない時も 期待裏切る事も
ひとつずつ 描きかき消して
繰り返し そそぐ風
もう少し 話を聞かせて
描いた願いも 消えそうな日々を
今から飛び出し

(※くり返し)

Uoo 7色を描いて
朝日を語ってる
お決まりの 今日なんて
今から そっと
抜け出して みよう

(※くり返し)
And the corresponding translation:
A rainy day is like a personal affair
There's always a curve that you can never turn around
Not crying, and not knowing why
Luggage that you can't take with you, and a countless number of nights
One by one, I grasp them with my hand
Justice is always hardened by lies
A brake that talks of dreams
As I question these things, I walk, I run
Feelings that can't be split, and wishes that can't be had
One by one, I picture them
I just smile again, like I'm by myself
From this point on, I'm going to jump into
These days that I murmur about being painful, and hating

The wind always goes furthur away
My step is light
I search these days that I always follow
Basking in the sunlight
I'll be more strong, until it reaches out even more
My path is a long one
The tailwind in these days, and the head wind
Move forward without a care, toward my tomorrow

Staring absent mindedly, I always speak without speaking out
Tucking it all away in my heart
When I don't understand something, and betraying my hopes
One by one, I make them and erase them
The wind moves on again, let me hear you talk a little more
From this point on, I'm going to jump into
These days in which it seems as though my dreams will disappear

The wind always goes furthur away
My step is light
I search these days that I always follow
Basking in the sunlight
I'll be more strong, until it reaches out even more
My path is a long one
The tailwind in these days, and the head wind
Move forward without a care, toward my tomorrow

Uoo, painting the rainbow, speaking of the morning sun
From now on, I'm going to secretly slip out into
The day that I've decided to have

The wind always goes furthur away
My step is light
I search these days that I always follow
Basking in the sunlight
I'll be more strong, until it reaches out even more
My path is a long one
The tailwind in these days, and the head wind
Move forward without a care, toward my tomorrow
(Lyrics and translation courtesy of JPopAsia.com).

The song is catchy, and the lyrics fairly meaningful. Hmmm...

Cheat Sheet to Life

Here's a cheat sheet to life:
  1. Live it.
  2. Do what you ought to do, not what you can do.
  3. Never regret.
  4. Look forward with anticipation, and look backward for wisdom.
  5. Learn from mistakes, yours and others.
Just something that I put up on ZQ's wall on facebook that I think is useful for sharing.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Quick Summary

So, a quick summary of what I had written for 2008:
  1. 126 poems posted here
  2. 186 essays/rants posted here
  3. 17 prose/stories posted here
  4. 2 stories posted here
And thus the grand total here is 331 articles, down from the 447 in 2007.

That's an average of 0.91 pieces of writing a day, compared to the 1.2 last year. I can't say that I wrote less than last year per se, because all these numbers do not take into account the number of words that were actively typed. There's the possibility that I'm writing more by word count, since the gross total of non-poetry writing is actually 205, which is marginally more than the 191 in 2007. And since essays/prose/rants tend to outnumber poems by sheer word count (the mean number of words per non-poem writing has an infimum of 400), it is most likely that I have written a whole lot more.

I have done several fixes the blogs. First off is the use of labels to highlight specific attributes of posts. Initially I wanted to use the labels to tag the contents, but realised that it was probably more futile than expected. Second is the switching to my own custom script to fix the formatting to aid in reading. I didn't like the way in which web browsers discard the end-of-sentence double spaces, and the staid quotes, and the fact that I had to memorise many useless entity numbers to type common punctuations like the ellipsis and the dash. I liked the readability of the text under edit mode, and thus created the script. Lastly, I've managed to bring myself to fix all the numbering problems in the archive of old poems, and the haikus, and even the stanza rambles.

2008 also marked the year in which I created my own information portal as a general-purpose website to store things that cannot be stored on the blogs. In fact, most of the writing for the year was channelled to that website, and the various term papers that I had to write, including the final report for my research project.

The upcoming goals for my writing would be to write more short stories and poems, and reduce the number of rants I have. Hopefully this time around, I am able to meet these goals.

Alright, that's all I want to say for 2008. Onward to 2009 we go!

Countdown!

Okay, I know that this is sort of late, even by Eastern Time standards (i.e. it is almost the end of the day). 2008 passed by without much incident, much to my delight. Once more, I find myself heading down to Downtown Pittsburgh for the annual countdown (recall that I went there last year). Being the lazy bum I was, I managed to miss the entire parade, so the first thing that I went to see was a show by Bésame, a Latin American music quartet.Here's another shot from the other side:The fun thing about this quartet is the rather interesting mix of instruments---I have yet to see the appearance of a soprano saxophone in any small band (big-band style jazz has some parts for the soprano saxophone, but that's usually played by a player doubling in it), so it is rather refreshing to find this instrument here. That and the fact that a tuba is used to provide the beats, as opposed to other more ``traditional instruments'' like the cello or even the bass guitar. The members are also quite talented, since all of them could sing, in addition to playing their instruments. The range covered by their voices is fairly complete too, which makes it all the more interesting. The beats and rhythms are quite catchy, and the solo-bits by the soprano saxophone are just plain addictive, though I must say that the altissimo register was not used at all, probably due to the fact that the main purpose of the instruments were to accompany the singing.

And after the enchanting Latin American beats, the next group that I went to see was the Balmoral Highlanders.The line-up this year was different from last year; there was a distinct lack of highland dancers. There seemed to be an emphasis towards promoting the pipers and the competitions, with the announcement of yet another competitive team while presenting the pieces. Also, one of them is a CMU frosh, which I find to be interesting:Here's a picture of the more ``senior'' pipers of the band:Notice that the location was still the First Presbyterian Church of Pittsburgh, as seen by the background.

After soaking up all that cultural music, it was time to hit the streets. Literally. The Highmark Central Stage was located off the Highmark building, which was on Penn Avenue itself. The location itself was more cramped than before, and the crowd was just a little on the overbearing side. Also, look carefully at this picture of the main stage:Do you see the ``Free Hugs'' sign? I'm not sure if this was from the Free Hugs Campaign or if it was just some folks who want to spread the joy and cheer by their own initiative. Even though I felt that I needed a hug (I've not had one for almost a month!), I didn't want to squeeze through that throng of people to get some free hug, and thus I abstained. The band playing that night was the Fabulous Thunderbirds, and I must say that they sounded pretty good. They played till midnight, where the fireworks came on.

Unfortunately, I was a lazy bum... and was busy having fun with my War horn (same horn as the one last year) making a big noise. But here are two shots that I felt were not too bad, considering that capturing fireworks was something that was not too easy given zero set-up time.And here's the other:I know it looks funky, but I assure you, it was pretty darn good.

Compared to last year, this year's proceedings felt rather muted. I think it was because of the fact that last year was also the 250th Anniversary of Pittsburgh, which probably meant that there were more funds (and events) to commemorate the big event. But unlike countdowns and first nights elsewhere, the one in Pittsburgh was completely orderly---something about the family-friendly aspect of the event I think. The organising entity for the event was the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust, which pretty much ensured that all the activities involved were wholesome cultural events.

Which explains why I returned to the event one year later.

[One Year Late] Task

While clearing up the stuff that I had accumulated over the last 2+ years, I rediscovered these that should have been up one whole year ago. Basically, the idea was to customise a particular icon(s) for the folks that wished me a happy birthday last year, but I kinda... forgot due to the amount of work to do. Oh well, better late than never, so here goes:

The Final Countdown