I wanted to write something a bit longer article wise this time around, but it's one of those moments which are escaping me. You spend a whole lifetime gearing yourself up for these moments and it's like a blissful white. If this was heaven i'm sure someone would tell them about this.
The truth is I didn't want to write anything too long this time around. Happiness is a hard thing for me to get down on paper.
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes. I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch a cold.
musik
This Bar Is A Beautiful Place- Ryan Adams
Call Me On The Way Back Home- Ryan Adams
Don't Think Twice It's Alright- Bob Dylan
Shelter From The Storm- Bob Dylan
Get This Or Die- Slipknot
Chop Suey- System Of A Down
kino
Rockinrolla
Lost In Translation
Tales Of the Black Freighter
schwarzweisefernsehen
24
Battlestar Season 3
MOTD
Flight of the Conchords
vershieden
Susu Chen
football, bad game, bad aches, shouted at, enjoyed it immensely
going toy shopping in Munich, Muller fucking amazing,
fussball with Jude and Hareld,
realising the next chapter has really started
someone choosing my new watch,
the new mobile, well good ,
walking in the sunshine along arms looped together,
There are a few films I'm really glad have been made, one is a German film which is a story for another day. The other one is 'This is England', throughout my life I've been asked the special question 'are you English?' my usual answer 'No' but its just a word really. My answer has never been important in this respect.
But I digress, this film resonates on a few levels, although I was never there for the height of prejudice and neither was I living in an area with a larger ethnic minority population or had a knife to my throat because of the colour of my skin. But its words that dance around you hurt the most and you learn to grow thick skin, but the truth is they will always hurt. Between friends and family we joke with the words, 'reclamining' them but I realise the older I get the more absurd it is when I say them and hear them. I was born just before the time the film was set, but the images it shows, I remember them vividly from my childhood. The grey slab pavement of the shopping precinct, boarded up shops where no one shopped, I can remember the smell of the wet concrete, even Roland Rat.
What makes the film though is Stephen Graham, he upset me with his words, for what he does, for what he believed in. But the truth behind all the violence and hate was that he was angry with the world, with Thatcher, with the way England was after the 70s. I don't blame anyone for thinking those things, even turning up to a National Front meeting, I just wish they could find another way.
When he pointed to his heart and forehead and said 'This Is England' I really agreed with him, there is nothing wrong with pride.
My arm was twisted, while my left arm was broken, the blood gushing from a cut just above my eye. The bright lights of the ambulance before the sirens, before they turned them off. The screaming in my ear, I couldn’t do anything except pick myself up and dust myself off with my only good but twisted arm.
This was winter air perfect for this very moment.
musik
Tunnels- The Arcade Fire
Laika- The Arcade Fire
Melt Your Heart- Jenny Lewis
schwarzweisefernsehen
Long Way Round
Flight of the Conchords
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accidently stumbling on the secret of good pastry,
swimming twice a week with Bakersfield 90210,
playing big D and only getting 'fried' once,
going to Austria and nearly ending up in hell for an ice cream,
the old lady talking to me in the Kaufhof and teaching me some Bayerisches,
not going out to eat,
the new phone telling me distances in Km and miles,
baking a freaking apple pie in the middle of the night when I wanted to make a freaking cake,
Susu leaving me yoghurt in the fridge,
Newman gets a mention for picking something up in England, cheers dude,
the smell of pipe tabacco,
making kebabs with Susu, even though she picked all the 'right size' mushrooms before I could,
Differences or similarities? Interestingly the things that we believe that keep us as humans together are usually keep us apart, things we believe keep us as humans part are usually keeping us together. Man built the Tower of Babel as an epitaph to our great achievements. God looked down and was unhappy and gave man a multitude of tongues so we couldn't communicate. The tower waned in the swirling winds and crumbled into dust.
Believe in the story or not, there are some truths in this, differences in language, culture, colour, creed, faith. All bring sadness and separation for what should be the human race. But to me, having had the chance to pick and choose, look at all the similarities and differences, I've come to embrace my differences within each space and display them like a peacock fanning its tail feathers for the show.
What started off as a disagreement as part of a conversation has turned into agreeing something over a cup of bad starbucks cappuccino. The only people that can keep a language alive is the people that care most about it, the people that speak it.
We stayed up till 4 in the morning, we listened to as many records I thought she would like. She asked me if we could hear the Bright Eyes song again. I obliged and I asked her if she preferred apples or pears.
She replied to me 'apples of course'.
musik
Times are a changin'- Bob Dylan
I Will Posessess Your Heart- Death Cab For Cutie
First Day of My Life- Bright Eyes
kino
Watchmen
Ashes of Time
videospiele
Street Fighter IV
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cups of tea made by my mum,
spending ages trying to set up computers and then for them to finally work,
a taxi driver that doesn't like football, how refreshing,
being able to see match of the day even with the three stooges on there,
Baker turning to me and saying 'you've found your niche'
my two sisters, Chan for being my lil one and YY for being my older one,
being shocked about information about people I know,
surround sound system, so nice and loud and surrounding me,
Susu making me chicken soup and staying up til the break of dawn.
