Drain that Blood. Bleed. Bleed out. Die.

There's this new-found craze over vampires lately. The oh-so-average Twilight stuff. Edward Cullen's seriously overrated. Then there's The Vampire Diaries. Oh gosh, they really had to unearth L.J. Smith's soppy teenage vamp novels from ancient history. The only thing probably worth watching would be 'True Blood'. Even so, Season 2 was slightly too draggy to be considered anywhere close to the masterpiece Season 1 was.

But the only thing worth considering is the fact that our obsession with vampire probably reflects our inner demons. We want blood. We want to bleed out each and every thing (or person) that stands in our way.

We don't want to just throw a punch to knock out that adversary. We want blood, and we will get blood. We want all of it, and we'll drain all of it. Bleed, people, bleed.

Haemoglobin-driven.

New Moon's going to be awful.

Bleeding Love - Jamie Scott

The Killers Live From Abbey Road '09

Sometimes, we can lay off the darkness of death and sorrow, and indulge in some feel-good, cheesy, corny music

Michael Bublé - "Haven't Met You Yet"



Used to love his music loads. Now, I get slightly amused by his work.

Well, he's a terrific singer and all, but his music is a little too formulaic. It's all simple (sometimes addictively catchy) tunes that recount cheesy, corny romantic experiences. But people just lap it up.

This disturbs me.

Weather/Water

I cross the bridge every morning. I cross it again every evening.

I see the calm, still waters. I see them turn turbulent as the skies turn cloudy.

It rained. 3 times so far.

I got caught in it twice. Twice I felt the caress of water droplets. The cold cutting through my dermis, reminding me of my mortality.

I see the droplets gather, forming that formidable surface of water that I see. Thames.

The cruise tour boat chugs by, reminding me of what the titanic would be, if it had been downsized.

Maybe that way, we wouldn't have seen it sink. But then, the Oscars would be that much less credible.

I see OXO. I see Blackfriars. On other days, millenium streaks across the water in the form of a ray of light.

Perhaps I shouldn't cross bridges. Perhaps I should break them with a twist of my finger.

Fall into the water. Cold stabbing through my dermis. Making me whole.

Where my bones can be washed clean. White. Pristine.

May the Thames wash them away the next time the sky turns cloudy.

For Good - Wicked - Idina Menzel & Kristin Chenoweth

Ramble and Rant

I guess there's nothing much to complain about, however dark and morbid I'd like to think I'd like to feel.

I can't feel anything yet, because there's a whole lot of uncertainty, and a whole lot of suspense.

But I'm the only one feeling the suspense. Or I feel like I'm the only one feeling the unbearable suspense.

Good suspense? Not so. I may be dark and morbid, but reality tells me there's a possiblity suspense may spring me into a hideous reality that I wouldn't like at all.

I'm doing things I thought wouldn't be easy. And they aren't easy things to do, I'll admit that. But they're not hard either, or they shouldn't be, if I'm in the right state of mind.

Be positive, they say. Get over yourself, I say.

New brings on new nervousness.

Nervous, but necessary.

Oh, I should just turn my overactive imagination off. And fade into oblivion.

But I fear that too.

I don't know what to fear or feel.

I'll drop you a line when I figure that out.

If I ever figure that out.

Oh gosh, I hope I'll figure that out.

Sam's Town - The Killers (Acoustic)


I believe I have embedded this youtube video in one of my older blog posts before. I had to post it here again today, because the statement 'I see London' holds so much more meaning in this Day and Age.

Fabric. Sight. Life.

I'm sitting here contemplating if I should add to my collection another bitter piece of art that tears at the arteries of everyone's fears and emotions.

I contemplated.

And I voted against that. Not that voting matters.

Suddenly I see.

I decided that I would think of the warmer, more inviting things I have experienced thus far in life.

Ungrateful and whiny as I am, I am very surprised to find that there is a little cranny, a little brain tissue sample perhaps, that contains things I would say resembles what we humans think joy and contentment should be.

And the weird thing is, I sort of get it.

It was sudden, but I saw.

It is possible to have emotions you can't describe. But describing isn't my issue right now.

I just sat here and contemplated. And I described.

I described the colours that have stained the fabric of my life a black and blue. But when examined, the fine red threads were always there. The streaks of yellow weren't continuous, but they appeared every now and again.

I saw beads, each of them individual and unique. I saw them for what they were, and I started to know them, and to grow fond of them. I attempted to polish the pieces with my finger, but found that they polished themselves well enough, they eventually did anyway.

Of course, There were small rips, and huge holes in between, but today, I shall focus on the weave that made my life what it is today.

I will be pouring a whole canister of new paint over it in about two to three days' time.

But I'm leaving the stretch of cloth that has been produced so far untouched.

Suddenly, I see.

Nothing in the world would make me want to change it. It may not be the prettiest work of art, but it is unique it is mine.

I want to keep it. I am keeping it. I kept it.

And I'm still here contemplating.

It was sudden, but I saw.


Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall

Goodnight, Travel Well

Goodnight, Travel Well - The Killers



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