Nonsense for thought:middle earth vs real world

I urge you to hold your horses before you proceed!It's definitely not for those without a fantastically geeky sense of imagination.

Okay again i dont really care. :) but it makes for a nice preview of what im gonna talk abt anyways. i dunno what the deal is with LOTR - i just cant stop watchin the reruns everytime its on tv!i gasp at the exact same frames, laugh at the exact same moments, scream at the exact kills. wow. u think i lead a sucky life. but im actually pretty satisfied with it, thank u very much.

So today was my self-proclaimed me-day of the week, n after tryin to kiss the last shreds of this week's office memories goodbye, those sweet memories hit me back on the head like a boomerang in the midst of my show. The silly king mobilised all males to fight for their honor - including the lil uns, and so when there was this very little boy who was tryin to figure out how to use a sword, it got me thinkin: damn, hes not even experienced. he'd totally die.

in the middle earth it's different:u get thrown into war inexperienced, u die. in the office world, u just sorta get condemned to supervising the printer forever. i wonder who came up with the term "life skills". it's kinda amazin the parallel u can draw btwn fantasy n real world.

so okay lets take this parallel further. lets talk about leadership. imagine ur boss at work starring in Lord of the Rings. now then, let's have the boss leadin the troops to kill the orcs. He/she would say " okay, the SOP for the war is goin to be like this: ppl in front, u take them down with Plan A. Your portfolio would be those creeps on the right. Ppl in the middle rung, u do Plan B. Remember: efficiency! Cut cost!Looking forward, we must conserve our manpower!!Too much to do.if we lose manpower, those left would hafta do OT. understand?"

and perhaps Gandalf would, in your monthly board meeting, go "We must have faith. We must go on. They must be destroyed. Help will come. The sun shall rise again, and the darkness will lift. All who agree say 'ay'. (oh wait the last line sounds more like pirates of the carribbean?)"

and in one of his classic moments, "Run, you fools!"

imagine also Frodo as that colleague of yours who loves to show off:"This ring is such a burden!!!" *looks at ring intently, and then faints from the overpowering heavy burden of the ring*

hmm have i convinced u, or m i the only one in awe with such comparisons? It's sorta like playing hiphop music when Legolas and gang are riding on horseback, or like playing a classic love song when Aragorn tosses Gimli across the little abyss. i dunno. does it tickle u? sure tickles me. haha.

The After-6.

We are in this constant state of randomness. We are like the nonsensical molecules bouncin off the walls of an enclosed room. Shift the walls closer, make us bounce crazier.

Randomness. We are little lifeless mindless cogs glued to the little chairs. Our souls don't live as yet. Our minds have a life of their own, and move with the random flow. Which part of the good day counts?

But come 6, the mind dies; the soul lives. We salute the good old brain cells that have selflessly sacrificed themselves along the way. We wave the white flag against the sunset and set sail to the horizon.

And there - let's celebrate life.Cheers.

The Cranberries - Zombie

Daughtry - Feels like tonight

The irony in tragedy.

People make mistakes. But they say it's okay - we'll learn. We'll be smarter the next time round.

Yet when it boils down to the real deal, we never really do learn. It would unfold like the same script borrowed from the ancient Greek tragedy; we fall deep and fall into the same trap the stage sets for us right from the beginning.

And we bruise. We don't stop bruising just because our old scars heal. The scars never really heal. They are just hidden away from view.

It hurts. It hurts so much that the screams come out unheard. The silence is overpowering. We laugh, because it's so funny. We, silly fools, puppets of the Irony, we swirl around to a frazzled waltz, and it gets slower, slower. Slower.

We never stood a chance against the engineering behind your mind.

This is one mistake that gets perfected with practice. They just keep hurting better. We just learn to crawl along with the frozen hands in time. Eventually it will thaw - but how long more?

When I said i liked u, i lied. When i said i didnt care, i lied. When i said i was mad, i lied. I lied becos i love u, and i don't wanna be with you.

You'll be happy. Someday we'll be happy. You'll make me smile again. And then we'll laugh, and talk about the silly things and the great things. And then i'll look at u and still love u like how i always have. I'll cheer u on wherever u are.

May love always be with u. Be good. Thank you.

Squashed #10: We sing. We dance. We can't get enough of J. Mraz!

Kudos!This is probably his best album ever - a perfect blend of his signature dish of witty rambles, concocted with a slab of jazz, some chilled-out hawaiian Zen, and a whole sizzling potful of funk!

Ah, this is absolutely delectable. My ears and tongue agree in unison.

I don't care if u haven't bought a decent cd in years. You Have To Have ..


.. and start spinnin it on ur stereo!

He's probably one of the most talented musicians ever - and perhaps the nuttiest. The perfect emblem of Life. I love his words, i adore the way he thinks, i worship the way he loves life.i love J. M. philosophy.

If ever u think life is all about money and competition, status, snakes and corporate ladders (which so defines our society these days, isn't it?), take a listen, and i hope this changes your mind. It's okay to be silly, because then you're breakin free, your life breaks into melody, and i hope someday we'll all start dancing.


Ah, divine. He knows me too well. I'm yours, J!

It.

It came, first like the smell of freshly baked waffles, slowly working its way to infuse your senses, and then it's gone, leaving you with a subtle trail of afterscent, stirring your insides. You want more. You don't quite know what it is.

It doesn't stop right there. Your nose starts feelin a lil sour. Your tearducts threaten to falter. But your heart, preparing to burst into an elaborate display of fireworks.

And yet the flowers are just startin to bloom in the little garden of your heart. You've this strong grippin urge - to do what? You're hopeful. The angels inside are doing a lil dance for you.

When eyes meet, stories are told: a connection is forged forever. This is your secret.

People have tried encapsulating this moment with lil bottles and photographs. But you can't reduce life's music into anything less.

I would write u a song when i find u. I know my heart would sing - it already is. You wouldn't be frozen no more.

And it stays. Always have, always will.

- a soliloquy inspired by a scene in "meet joe black".

Squashed #9 - Can't Stop Spinnin' This 'Un

This is bad.

i mean - 2 posts in a month?!I see someone cursin this page, (or me), overwhelmed with the strong urge to aim my butt with an odd-shaped pebble, slappin herself on the forehead, wonderin why she's always refreshin this silly page and just not gettin any.

(that's u, peanut, for the curse and the pebble; and mels, for the forehead-slap.)

Haha. Ok now quit goosin ard n get serious! -0-0-. i've adopted this new specs look just for work. well i dun really need the glasses, but its true what they say abt pretendin' to be geeky and actually feelin smarter and performin better.

or so i'd like to think.

But yes back to earth and my much-neglected blog. I've spun this track 32 times today, and i feel compelled to share this with u. Not a new song, but who cares?It melts, it reaches to your heart. It inspires. And hell, it's a great track.

Introducing: John Mayer - St. Patrick's Day
(much thanks to the guy who put this up!)

"Here comes the cold
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own
You - enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blue"

and later

"We should take a ride tonight around the town
and look around at all the beautiful houses
something in the way that blue lights on a black night
can make you feel more
everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be
just like you and me

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?

And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday take that away
I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day"

Now that's what i call perfection. Songwriting should speak from the heart.

Lemon Goes Sweet.

Dear xxx,

I like how this is a mystery - I like how u'd probably never find out, unless of course, u feel the same way.

I like how you're goofy most days, and dorky on some.

I like how u always make me laugh, even when the goin' gets tough.

I like the way u talk funny, and how u ramble on about silly things.

I like it when u smile. It's really kinda cute.

I like how i can say anything to you, cos u actually listen.
(But would u rather watch the television?)

See I think I know u, but a part of u remains elusive.
Your heart shall be my loot when I'm Thief.

I like that you're nice - I'm never quite into mean spicy guys.

I like that you drift. You know I'd ride the waves with you.

I like how this stupid letter doesn't rhyme, but knowing you, you won't give a shit.

I like how we talk and talk nonstop and talk embrace live the words that make up the chemistry between you and me.

I like how I like fallin crazily in like with you.

xoxo