credit my weak heart.

inspiration of the day is the lovely amy winehouse. another star who has gone, but sure as hell not forgotten.

to me music has not only been something i can appreciate, nor just a solace, but closer to religion. the love for it has always been so pure and single minded, and most importantly, unconditional. honestly, how many people can you say you feel the same about?

when i was younger, i made poor attempts at poetry and music and discovered that i am absolutely terrible at it. still, it never fails to cheer me up when i look at the sloppy compilation and think to myself "what a crock of shit.". on hindsight, i am surprised that that alone didn't deter me from taking opportunities to learn from, listen to and grow with music.

with that-

we were evergreen - penguins and moonboots

amy winehouse - valerie

tony bennett & lady gaga - that lady is a tramp

the clash - london calling

tegan & sara - light up

just jack - starz in their eyes

r.e.m. - losing my religion

babyshambles - delivery

take that - patience

clara c - fish

being a new-age romantic.

only in the mentalist. sighhhhhhh.

kimball: what are you doing here?
summer: i want my job back.
kimball: no.
summer: you know i was handling that situation just fine today until you busted in. i need this job kimball. i've given up everything else. why would you take this from me?

(summer smacks the papers he's holding onto the ground.)

kimball: because you're crazy!
summer: yeah? what're you gonna do huh? hit me?
kimball: no. that's what you want.
summer: what?
kimball: that's why you kept pushing murphy today!
summer: what're you taking about?
kimball: you get off on danger summer. you need it. it provides a distraction for your unhappy life.
summer: screw you kimball! you know you're not so hard to figure out yourself!
kimball: oh yeah? what'd you figure out?
summer: ..nothing! and it's driving me crazy! who are you?

(elevator dings)

kimball: look i gotta go.
summer: no. no no no not until you give me my job back.
kimball: move.
summer: you fired me because you like me. you like me and you don't know what to do about it. just admit it!
kimball: okay i like you.
summer: ADMIT IT!

(summer slaps kimball)

summer: oh. i'm so sorry.. you do?
kimball: can i go now?

(summer jumps on him and they make out like teenagers with raging hormones)

tim kang you sexy bastard.

the lesson of raymond k hessel.

"full of life" is an expression we often hear.

today it struck me, as it sometimes does, how words have lost their meaning.

for example, the aforementioned phrase is most often thrown around in the face of death. the worst part of it is, you hear it from people who have the least connection to the deceased as well as the most. i do not understand this. how is it that every one the person came in contact with, however briefly, all came to the cohesive conclusion that he/she was "full of life"? also, why wait till his/her death to appreciate her full-of-lifeness?

still, i suppose.. when i die, i want to go knowing i've lived excessively. (though what that constitutes, is entirely another matter.)

i guess sometimes a person's presence just isn't as important till their absence.

brilliant movie by the way.

HAHAHAA.

found this on facebook. music lovers, enjoy!

 

 

'C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors," and E-flat leaves. C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me, I'll just be a second."

A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor and sends him out. Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and shouts, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

Next night, E-flat, not easily deflated, comes into the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says: "You're looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat takes off his suit and everything else and stands there au naturel.

Eventually, C, who had passed out under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.'

just about gordon ramsey.

watching the short series "gordon ramsey behind bars", just about the man devoting half a year to the local prison in brixton.

gordon goes in there and picks 12 men and attempts to get them off their lazy unproductive asses, and cooking to give back to society. the numbers fluctuate due to two inmates being pulled off the program, and three being released during the process of shooting the series and all throughout, the challenges he faced with his team are tear jerking.

it's only 4 episodes long, and it can be found on youtube. should any of you get as bored as i sometimes do, please check it out. shall leave the link of the first of the 4 full episodes here.

no angel, but the man has the heart of a saint.