The Lullaby

Best of '10

2010-12-28T18:30:00.006+03:00

I believe that the only (barely) consistent thing in this blog is the end of the year music list. With that said, I willingly decided to put off my essays and their looming deadlines to write this. Yes, I am that dedicated. (No. No, I'm not.)

Oh, and this year was kind of a disappointment (musically). But I'm a content cow because The Gaslight Anthem released an album and nothing else matters~

So here goes, (no particular order):

-Champion by Tokyo Police Club

-The Upsides by The Wonder Years
-High Violet by The National
-We Chase the Waves by Sundowner
-American Slang by The Gaslight Anthem -Bang by Empires
-I Was Trying to Describe You to Someone by Crime in Stereo
-Fluorescent Youth by Conditions
-White Crosses by Against Me!
-Real Ghosts Caught on Tape by Fake Problems
-You are Beneath me by End of a Year
-Blue Sky Noise by Circa Survive

Oh, Josh Ritter's album might be up that list but I was too lazy to give it a proper listen. Check out "Lantern" though, it's pretty good. Here.

I Don't Feel That Way

2010-08-29T03:13:00.002+03:00

In light of many events in the past two months, I begin to wonder.
Am I devoid of emotion or are people getting more emotionally intense?

Little Devotional

2010-07-19T02:24:00.004+03:00

It's been a while since I posted, I must admit I kind of forgot how. I could blame Twitter for conditioning me into expressing my thoughts in 140 characters or less. But I won't. I'm just being lazy, and I've no interest in writing.

That being said, here are some pictures.

First Floor

2010-04-17T10:21:00.001+03:00

Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.

Jeanette Winterson

Away

2010-02-02T08:26:00.000+03:00

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of and old idea the Revelation and the World.

Best of '09

2010-01-09T22:46:00.010+03:00

And they are (in no particular order):

-Meet me at the Bottom by Let Me Run.

-Chasing Hamburg by Polar Bear Club.
-Ups and Downsizing by The Swellers.

-The Kids Can't Lose by A Loss For Words.

-This Will Be the Death of Us by Set Your Goals.
-This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars*
-All I Have to Offer is My Own Confusion by Fireworks.
-Kingdoms by Broadway.
-At Home We Are Tourists by Settle.
-Crash Love by AFI.
-Anywhere But Here by Mayday Parade.
-Goodnight, Goodbye by Ivory.

-Reach for the Sun by The Dangerous Summer.

-Distractions EP by The Loved Ones.

-Living Like This by Skyline's Calling.

* Technically, I haven't listened to it cause my copy isn't here yet. But I've lots of faith in it.

2010-01-07T10:03:00.000+03:00

"People think it's an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I'm doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn't that day. And tomorrow won't be either."

I Never Would

2009-10-16T16:13:00.002+03:00

Is it mean that I love the acts of kindness from random strangers more than from people I know?

:)

2009-08-27T03:41:00.003+03:00

Ello.

My friend Toogi is making a video project that requires random people to write secrets on pieces of paper.

If anyone is up for it please e-mail her at to0ogi@live.com and she'll thank you and give you the rest of the details.

That is all.

Things I Like

2009-08-17T11:29:00.003+03:00

Cupcakes
Cold pillows
The smell of vanilla in the kitchen
Touching the (cold) window in the morning
Sleeping in
Lying on grass
Letters (in an actual envelope, no e-mails, texts and all that bull)
A song you used to love years ago plays on the radio
Quiet conversations
Stars
Spending all night talking with someone
Abandoned places
Lyrics so great you can't help but feel that they were meant for you
Terrible weather
Addmission wristbands
Highways at night
Sidewalk cracks
Smiles
Kind strangers
Lying on your bed right after a shower
Closing a the last page of a book and flipping it to the front with a feeling of content achievement
Nice notes left by people
Christmas lights lit up in summer
Exhaustion that beats your insomnia and makes you sleep
Rain
Closing your eyes when staring at the sun
Candid photos with people smiling
Breaking in new shoes
Doing something against the rules and not getting caught
Familiar voices
Friends who call even when they're on vacation
Hugs
A little kid making you breakfast just because

NEED COOKEH

2009-08-15T16:23:00.001+03:00

New banner! I made it just now. After I posted I realized this page looks old, so I thought I should make a header. It's so damn simplistic I'm not supposed to feel proud of myself. But I am!

Top of the world, Ma. Top. Of. The. World.

I just love stars.

SoCal, I fucking love you.

No one could really blame me if I wanted to stay here forever.

Hold Your Fucking Breath

2009-08-15T07:33:00.005+03:00

When you're feeling anything less than hope, it's time.

When your "right now" is dragging itself to the past, it's also time.

When melancholy stealthily envelopes all the things you do, I think it's time.

And if I knew what I was running from, I'd be gone in a matter of weeks.

Dot, dot, dot.

2009-08-03T10:23:00.000+03:00

Live. I wanna live inspired.

My Eyes

2009-05-12T22:43:00.003+03:00

We’ve all felt it. That fleeting moment so fiercely alive, yet unexplainably surreal. That defining instant of clarity, powerful enough to suspend time. That crushing awareness…rendering us motionless and quiet.

It is in these moments that we are perpetually inspired.

Meet Me At The Bottom

2009-05-07T14:35:00.003+03:00

Pure awesomeness.

iTunes

Last.fm

Myspace

Pesticide

2009-03-16T19:07:00.003+03:00

Give me something to live for and I'll die for it.

Kinda Late for the Best of 08 Lists

2009-02-13T23:48:00.006+03:00

Albums of 2008 that I will enjoy for a very long time: (In no particular order)

- "A Fire So Big the Heavens Can See it" by Search the City

- "Movement" by Thieves and Villains

- "The '59 Sound" by The Gaslight Anthem (Come on, who doesn't love it?)

- "Conditions" EP by Conditions

- "Forever Comes Too Soon" by The Years Gone By

- "Find Yourself Here" by The Scenic

- "Life Left to Go" by SafteySuit

- "Sometimes Things Just Disappear" by Polar Bear Club

- "New Lexicon" by Paint it Black

- "The Kids Next Door" by Madison Drive

- "Guidebook For Sinners Turned Saints" by Jamie's Elsewhere

- "Reinventing the Heartbeat" by E for Explosion

- "You Are My Sunshine" by Copeland

- "Whisper War" by The Cab

- "Intimacy" by Bloc Party

Cover Up

2009-02-05T02:26:00.003+03:00

One of the things that I hate the most. The tug at the chest, the stinging in your eyes, the moment where the air that you breathe feels like a hundred million daggers and you cannot help but open your mouth and gasp for air. Your breathing isn’t steady anymore, your head can’t think straight.
You’ve got something burning inside you and being in the freezing cold doesn’t help one bit. Your eyes continue stinging, they make you lose focus. Soon enough, your brain slowly shuts down all your surroundings, you feel crippling isolation, and it consumes every inch of you.
Your eyes, stuck at an arbitrary point of no significance gain so much pressure that they can’t but sew themselves shut. And suddenly you realize that you have been holding your breath all that time.
With abandonment of all hope, you slowly let the isolation drag you in. Soon enough, you indulge. You yearn and long for everything that will shatter your soul into a million spectacular pieces of unrequited desires. And at that moment, you feel.
You are the embodiment of human desolation and agony. You are the crucified. You are the filth.

I wrote it on the 19th of January. I need to practice some more.

For Once, Then Something

2009-01-25T23:42:00.001+03:00

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

I Am Nothing Like You

2009-01-20T18:44:00.002+03:00

Some stop feeling love for all the places they come from.
A person I will not become.
A jaded liar, unforgivable.

Some stop feeling love for every word that they once sung.
May I never lose my youth and If I do, may I be forgettable.

This is The Fallen.

Don't Tell Me I'll Never Make it, Because I Already Did

2008-11-16T14:09:00.003+03:00

I don't understand how and why people take life so lightly.

I have lived and survived seventeen years. That to me, is a huge accomplishment. Probably the only one worth mentioning.

Paint it Black

2008-11-08T09:27:00.002+03:00

Taken on the 3rd of November. I like it, but not so much.

Sonnet XCIV

2008-10-07T19:30:00.001+03:00

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Miles Away

2008-09-13T11:37:00.002+03:00

A Picture of the Chicago Skyline

Seriously?

2008-06-19T15:53:00.003+03:00

I was really trying to wait for the 26th of July to make sure that I had a year between this post and the last one.

Blame me for being the idiot that thought I would post poetry here; I haven't written anything that rhymes since, well, a year.

Rest assured I won't rant endlessly. I may have stopped writing poetry, but I didn't stop writing in general. So I'll just post random thoughts that cross my mind.

First post

2007-03-30T19:31:00.001+03:00

hello

this is my first post here, as you can see I don't have much to talk about now, I need to get the hang of it first.

ttyl