simulacrum of life

what made womad worth the entrance fee this year would be the band called radio mundial. along with producing excellent latino rock (which i might add is EXTREMELY dancey) the co-leads of the band, the shepherd brothers are pleasing on the eye and have lotsa charisma. they were the main act on friday night, where they played on the main stage. my beef with that location is that the area in front is sloping, so dancing becomes a bit hard. but damn good atmosphere. they rocked the crowd.

on saturday, they held a workshop session. the room was packed. people were sitting for the 1st song and the crowd was bouncing along to the music. by the time they were gonna start playing their 2nd piece i decided that i'd stand to the side and dance. but jean (the less flamboyant of the 2 brothers) was encouraging the crowd to dance, so from the 2nd piece onward, everyone was on their feet dancing away. i myself was dancing like i was high on some controlled substance. dancing in an air-con room is nice because (1) you're that much cooler, and (2) unlike the main stage area that was graded, the room has a flat floor, so much better for dancing :D

i must admit that after shaking my hips (as well as other parts of my body) to radio mundial, jimmy cliff on the main stage was a bit of a letdown.

oh well... i'm looking forward to what the organisers are gonna do for womad 2008, since it's the 10th womad fest in singapore and so it's gonna be a grand affair, where they are gonna try and bring back past fave acts and such. that should be fun :)

i saunter through life
careless and free of worries
mostly harming none
at times treading on hearts
never knowing what i want

and then...
an epiphany
clear it seems
imbued with purpose
i march forward

i see the goal
the path to it
not easy
but like the sirens' song
it calls

and i walk on...


Morpheus: It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?

Morpheus: Sometimes you wake, and sometimes, yes, you die. But there is a third alternative.

Todd: And sometimes, when you fall, you learn to fly.

- neil gaiman, fear of falling

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-robert frost

i don't know if you read this, but you know who you are if you're reading this...

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
on your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
and its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

- alanis morissette

the gentle caress of her fingertips
lets him know that she notices
the firm hold he has around her waist
tells her that he won't let her fall
arms held tight around each other
they reaffirm their want and need for the other

in the past month or so...

1) been enjoying the weekends with some great company.
2) watched mistress of spices with nooj and vasud. they are both soooo giggly.
3) watched pirates of the caribbean 2. johnny's sooo androgynous in that movie.
4) had a bit of my soul captured on video for a documentary on my great grandfather, and hopefully i won't look like a complete idiot when it comes out on tv.
5) went to turkey, where i saw many many architectural wonders that were all a minimum of about 300 years old.
6) attended a funeral of a really sweet old lady. (rest well ammu)

i shall be heading off to sydney, tomorrow, for a week.