hold on
djsingapore
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
feartard
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now approaching midnight
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now approaching midnight
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Every hour that passes is teaching me how to die
noun
a written or printed version of material originally presented in another medium.
• Biochemistry a length of RNA or DNA that has been transcribed respectively from a DNA or RNA template.
• an official record of a student's work, showing courses taken and grades achieved.
to one side; out of the way : he pushed his plate aside | they stood aside to let a car pass | she must put aside all her antagonistic feelings.
• in reserve; for future use : she set aside some money for rent.
• used to indicate that one is dismissing something from consideration, or that one is shifting from one topic or tone of discussion to another : joking aside, I've certainly had my fill.
a written or printed version of material originally presented in another medium.
• Biochemistry a length of RNA or DNA that has been transcribed respectively from a DNA or RNA template.
• an official record of a student's work, showing courses taken and grades achieved.
to one side; out of the way : he pushed his plate aside | they stood aside to let a car pass | she must put aside all her antagonistic feelings.
• in reserve; for future use : she set aside some money for rent.
• used to indicate that one is dismissing something from consideration, or that one is shifting from one topic or tone of discussion to another : joking aside, I've certainly had my fill.
Monday, July 20, 2009
u haves i haves
The sounds, they encapsulate your body. Distributing, and assimilating, through the pores of the skin, reaching the juices of the inner human being. Simmering, seducing, solidifying.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
all friends (are) faggots
zum zum zum zum zum zum
zummmm
all my friends are faggots
zum zum zum zum zum zum
zummmm
reassuring words don't look more dead than words like 'all my friends are faggots'
because all you need is a cup of cigarettes and a box of whiskey
zummmm
all my friends are faggots
zum zum zum zum zum zum
zummmm
reassuring words don't look more dead than words like 'all my friends are faggots'
because all you need is a cup of cigarettes and a box of whiskey
more.mp3
check dis out
http://tindeck.com/listen/mnii
part of a collective album that I'm working on.
Samples (only the prominent ones, I can't remember the rest) :
Excerpts from the Ian Anderson Interview
9 Teeth Picabia - Gellers
High Five (Rocks the Catskills) - Beck
Tthhee Ppaarrttyy - Justice
Reason is Treason - Kasabian
People - Gorillaz
Read My Mind - The Killers
A Song for the Deaf - Queens of the Stone Age
Bottle Rocket - The Go! Team
and at least 7 others in the background, probably the Field and DJ Shadow.
http://tindeck.com/listen/mnii
part of a collective album that I'm working on.
Samples (only the prominent ones, I can't remember the rest) :
Excerpts from the Ian Anderson Interview
9 Teeth Picabia - Gellers
High Five (Rocks the Catskills) - Beck
Tthhee Ppaarrttyy - Justice
Reason is Treason - Kasabian
People - Gorillaz
Read My Mind - The Killers
A Song for the Deaf - Queens of the Stone Age
Bottle Rocket - The Go! Team
and at least 7 others in the background, probably the Field and DJ Shadow.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Anniversary
My friend died today.
Drake was that friend. In that morning, he hadn't been particularly chuffed that he missed the bus to school. To wait another twenty minutes for the other bus meant just another day to school marked 'late'.
"Berserk damn crap," Drake insinuated to me during lunch break. He was lunching on some strange brown wrap of broccoli and roasted chicken. I could only chuckle at his misfortune to miss the bus.
On that day, Drake woke up a minute early. His body alarm clock had woken him up just seconds before a physical plastic alarm clock would. He shuddered his blanket off and hit the showers. Drake liked bathing. He liked the warmth and soothingness of the hot water piling down on his back. The radiating cleanliness of the shampoo.
Came breakfast. Toast, eggs and other miscellaneous breakfast items you could have off Cafe Cartel. He sliced every bit so neatly, and nothing was on his plate after he had finished. Nothing. Nothing, even when he'd been eating his breakfast while reading the newspapers.
Newspapers were usually too big sized for a kid like Drake. Thus, he would take up half of the 8-seater dining table to spread the newspaper out with the breakfast still on the table.
He changed into his uniform, a plaid, white shirt with black, long jeans. It was cold outside, that's why. That's why the plaid material. He left the house by 6:30 A.M. and walked himself to the bus stop, a mile away.
The road to the bus stop was simple. A long, narrow road to follow, and then a long staircase down to the right, and an industrialized tunnel would lead Drake to the bus stop.
He proceeded the steps taken every day to school, and sat down on the bus stop stools. The bus came and he hopped on in. The bus had a colourful seating arrangement and a long white stretch of light on the ceiling lighting up the vehicle.
"Mornin', kid," the bus driver would say daily.
"Mornin', unc," Drake would reply daily.
He wasn't late for school that day, and Drake was happy of that achievement. This was the last day of school and it marked the fact he hadn't been late or absent for school throughout the year.
I lied about him being late. He wasn't. He got to school on time and was pretty chuffed about it.
I also lied about him dying. He didn't die. Why would he die?
- July 11, 2008
- 8:01 - 8:21 P.M.
Drake was that friend. In that morning, he hadn't been particularly chuffed that he missed the bus to school. To wait another twenty minutes for the other bus meant just another day to school marked 'late'.
"Berserk damn crap," Drake insinuated to me during lunch break. He was lunching on some strange brown wrap of broccoli and roasted chicken. I could only chuckle at his misfortune to miss the bus.
On that day, Drake woke up a minute early. His body alarm clock had woken him up just seconds before a physical plastic alarm clock would. He shuddered his blanket off and hit the showers. Drake liked bathing. He liked the warmth and soothingness of the hot water piling down on his back. The radiating cleanliness of the shampoo.
Came breakfast. Toast, eggs and other miscellaneous breakfast items you could have off Cafe Cartel. He sliced every bit so neatly, and nothing was on his plate after he had finished. Nothing. Nothing, even when he'd been eating his breakfast while reading the newspapers.
Newspapers were usually too big sized for a kid like Drake. Thus, he would take up half of the 8-seater dining table to spread the newspaper out with the breakfast still on the table.
He changed into his uniform, a plaid, white shirt with black, long jeans. It was cold outside, that's why. That's why the plaid material. He left the house by 6:30 A.M. and walked himself to the bus stop, a mile away.
The road to the bus stop was simple. A long, narrow road to follow, and then a long staircase down to the right, and an industrialized tunnel would lead Drake to the bus stop.
He proceeded the steps taken every day to school, and sat down on the bus stop stools. The bus came and he hopped on in. The bus had a colourful seating arrangement and a long white stretch of light on the ceiling lighting up the vehicle.
"Mornin', kid," the bus driver would say daily.
"Mornin', unc," Drake would reply daily.
He wasn't late for school that day, and Drake was happy of that achievement. This was the last day of school and it marked the fact he hadn't been late or absent for school throughout the year.
I lied about him being late. He wasn't. He got to school on time and was pretty chuffed about it.
I also lied about him dying. He didn't die. Why would he die?
- July 11, 2008
- 8:01 - 8:21 P.M.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
you all have no hope
when you grow up what do you want to be?
APPLICATION FOR MUSIC 'O' LEVEL COURSE
PLEASE STATE NA FOR ANY INAPPLICABLE QUESTION.
1. DO YOU HAVE ANY MUSIC BACKGROUND? (I.E. GRADE 4 PIANO)
NA
2. DO YOU PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?
NA
(submitted)
APPLICATION FOR MUSIC 'O' LEVEL COURSE
PLEASE STATE NA FOR ANY INAPPLICABLE QUESTION.
1. DO YOU HAVE ANY MUSIC BACKGROUND? (I.E. GRADE 4 PIANO)
NA
2. DO YOU PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?
NA
(submitted)
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
deadened
let's talk about....
you know that time when the sun goes up, and you can still see the moon.... it's proof the moon doesn't exactly remain opposite of the Sun. that's how eclipses happen.
you know that time when the sun goes up, and you can still see the moon.... it's proof the moon doesn't exactly remain opposite of the Sun. that's how eclipses happen.
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