burning incandescently

Falling asleep at 4am everyday makes going to school...

a) A trial
b) A total bore
c) An absolute bore
d) All of the above!

The colour of evening stars

Today was magnificent. And now, back to reality!

Sigh.

'You really are the smuggest and most hateful man'

Vicky-T or Leighton Meester weren't the first ones to wear silver eyeshadow! Now I know.

Watched How To Steal A Million where the leading lady was paired with Peter O' Toole. I must say, he was quite charming. In the words of Audrey 'Tall, blue eyes, slim, quite good-looking...'


Audrey Hepburn, bold silver make up, and House of Givenchy serves another marvellous film. Even if it is, about the greatest heist in French history.

All of the noise, all of the heat

'GOLD MOTEL doesn’t exist, but if it did, you’d find it on a winding road somewhere in the sun-drenched hills of Southern California'

Lauren Henry

The slow decline of The Hush Sound under the pretense of a 'hiatus' was devastating to watch; no one could be more gutted than I. For someone who has followed the band through the makings of their debut album So Sudden (Dorian Gray, anyone?), to Like Vines and finally, to the brilliantly-decadent Goodbye Blues, it was unlikely anything better could exist.

And then Greta Salpeter made Gold Motel.

It started from one of their first singles that appeared on a five-song EP, back when Greta was believed to be pursuing a solo project. 'We're on the Run' was featured on the Indie Rock Playlist, which is, by the way, an invaluable site for lesser-known genius. Greta's amazing vocals and inspiring lyrics caught me immediately. Hook, line and sinker. The amazing thing was that the rest of the band was made out of a mish-mash of musicians from This Is Me Smiling and The Yearbooks, particularly the notable guitarist of the former, Dan Duszynski. The chemistry of the five musicians was obviously too hard to resist, and thus, Gold Motel was born.

First things first, Gold Motel sounds near nothing like the Hush Sound. Granted, the Hush Sound may have been magnificent in its own right, but Summer House creates a whole new sound altogether. Greta's California-inspired summer lyrics filled with heartwrenching nostalgia will surprise a THS listener, but pleasantly. The ten-track playlist features simple and clean (but lovely, none the less) guitar riffs as compared to the signature distorted jarrs of Bob Morris, an absence in morbid lyrics and noticeably less keys by Salpeter. All in all, a light-hearted album dedicated to living life at it's fullest.

More than an album, it is a story. A story of road trips, love, and finding solace in summer houses. Something, pretty much incredible :)

So here's to you, Greta!


Side note: It will still be extremely sad if The Hush Sound never writes and plays together again. Bob Morris is still a guitar king. The Days of Chris Faller may be over, but hopefully, that will change! The Hush Sound <3

I cover us with silver leaves

Love,
oh love was in fashion that summer,
and hearts were ripe for the picking,
you were ever-so compelling

Do you remember how it feels?
To have sunshine radiating from our hearts
we become
two trees, standing in a solitary breeze

Weaving bodies
Fall in unison,
and hair that's thick with leaves
The undergrowth is where we'll lie

Looking at the world through
Rose-coloured glasses
La Vie En Rose

Graphs as we know it

Even after reading Women in Love & Tess of the D'urbervilles twice (each!), their plots pretty much seem like the last graph to me.

One long line of overwhelming boring-ness.

Good luck for killer p5 literature tomorrow guys!

La-la-la-la life goes on!

This combines two of my favourite things in the world: Ukuleles and the Beatles

Sunflowers

Things that annoy me


People addressing themselves too much in 3rd person

Not having enough CDs

Everyone around you being boring (although you know they're not. Well, some of them.)

Guitar strings that snap too soon

When it doesn't rain for long stretches of time

Stale bread.

When I've been at home too much attempting to study and there's nothing to do but lie on my bedroom floor and imagine I'm lying on a beach in the Bahamas. Or making snow angels in the Alps

People who do that 'tsking' thing when you accidently step on their feet. Good grief, don't get your knickers in a twist

Fights with people I love

Myself, sometimes.

one night only

Happy 18th Tiara! Hope we made a memorable celebration. Between bad stage moments, dayna's 'I'm not drunk' and one-too-many floral dresses, it was a good way to 'celebrate' the half-way mark for prelims as well :)

Till our next venture...

MAMBO NIGHT.

The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain.

Amélie is a shy young woman with a pronounced taste for all life's small pleasures; immersing one's hand in a sack of grain, cracking the crust of a crème brulée with the back of a teaspoon or skipping stones on the Canal St-Martin.

Paint

I was checking out Kelly Lynn Waters pretty amazing Halcyon Days art blog (which happens to be a tad more well-known that its main benefactor) and stumbled upon Chris Dent's marvellous work.

Cue, Temper Trap's 'Sweet Disposition' (500 days. How could you forget that scene? It's like your eyes being opened for the first time.)

I've always loved the notion of sketching skylines and dreaming up everything, from illustrious skyscrapers to quaint corner shops. Unfortunately, the inability to draw straight lines and lack of deceptively 'easy' shading and perception skills, I've retreated to the safe realm of doodles. For now.

You can see more of Dent's work here

on Literature papers in 8 hours.

'Frankly, my dear,
I don't give a damn.'

- Clark Gable as Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind 1939

Hot hot heat.

I just had to post up some YOG pictures. Unfortch the camera died on us at Men's swimming semis. Diving is good enough! Throngs of us headed to Toa Payoh so support Tom... I mean, Tim! Ha. ha. ha. *weak laughter.

No but seriously, Tim is the hero.






And that concludes the YOG experience.