Whatever…

…is song always sends a chill up my spine :p

Radiohead
2 + 2 = 5

Are you such, a dreamer?
To put, the world, to rights?
I’ll stay home, forever
Where two and two, always makes a five

I’ll lay, down the tracks,
Sandbags and hide
January has April’s showers
And two and two, always makes a five

It’s the devil’s, way, now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now…

Because…

You have not been, paying attention,
Paying attention, paying attention, paying attention (4x)

I tried to sing along
But I get it all wrong
Cause I’m not, cause I’m not
I tried to swat them like flies
But like flies the burgers keep coming back
NOT, maybe not
All hail to the thief!
All hail to the thief!
But I’m not, but I’m not
But I’m not, but I’m not
Don’t question my authority
Or put me in the docks
Cause I’m not, cause I’m not
Go and tell the king that the sky is falling
When it’s not, when it’s not
When it’s not, maybe not
Maybe not…

When you have read George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm, and the news :p maybe it will send a chill up your spine too :p

…cribing her, we articulate what she is and why she is: when hope is past, she is there.

…cius said, without a heart that sympathizes, one is not human; without a heart aware of shame, one is not human; without a heart that defers to others, one is not human.

…iday yaaay :p

well, not quite :p Why someone dabbling in the IT world doesn’t know about a very basic and simple thing like primary - foreign key and indexes is way beyond me… *curses and expletives censored*

Anyway been reading, rereading, watching and rewatching things, first of all, neal stephenson writes good stuff, neil gaiman excels at telling (not-so-long) stories, george r. r. martin needs to release his next book soon. Legacy of the force crumbles and rips at the seams, only two books left though… that’s some consolation at least…

Next up, Gondry + Kaufman combination is godly (is that a word?), Guillermo del toro and Alfonso cuaron, still two of my favorite directors as for new movies, denzel washington basically plays the (almost) same guy in every movie… kinda like morgan freeman, russel crowe is very versatile because he can underplay and overplay his character, claire danes isn’t capable of emoting very well but she sure can sit/stand/etc and look pretty while doing it, oh and depp gives me a reason to think twice before going to the barber, although he underplays Sweeney Todd, rickman and helena bonham carter gives more flavor to that movie IMHO. Oh yeah, atonement starts off great as a drama/redemption movie, both mcavoy and knightley (to a lesser degree) gives good performances, redgrave is good too (of course) but the latter part drags a bit :p

The last movie I watched was ‘Into the Wild’, and it was good, also scary and haunting at the same time, probably not worth your time if you’re part of the (hoi-pollloi or sheep take your pick) who absolutely must have action in their movie though *wink wink* :p

Up next is, Michael Clayton, No Country for Old Men, Kite Runner and Charlie Wilson’s War woohoo :p

…table quotes? :p

If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true.
But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall? - Dream

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly. - Todd Faber

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do.
They only see the prize, their heart’s desire, their dream…
But the price of getting what you want,
is getting what you once wanted. - Dream

~allFromSandman
~:p

…ybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

~neilGaiman’sSandman

…ulus’ (or rather John Uskglass / The Raven King) prophecy:

I reached out my hand, England’s rivers turned and flowed the other way.
I reached out my hand, my enemies’ blood stopt in their veins.
I reached out my hand, thought and memory flew out of my enemies’ heads like a flock of starlings.
My enemies crumpled like empty sacks.
I came to them in mists and rain
I came to them in dreams of midnight
I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled the northern sky at dawn
When they thought themselves safe, I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood

The rain made a door for me and I went through it
The stones made a throne for me and I sat upon it
Three kingdoms were given to me to be mine forever
England was given to me to be mine forever.
The nameless slave wore a silver crown.
The nameless slave was a king in a strange country
The weapons that my enemies raised against me are venerated in Hell as holy relics
Plans that my enemies made against me are preserved as holy texts
Blood that I shed upon ancient battlefields is scraped from the stained earth by Hell’s sacristans and placed in a vessel of silver and ivory.

I gave magic to England, a valuable inheritance
But Englishmen have despised my gift
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it
In winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it

Two magicians shall appear in England.
The first shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me
The first shall be governed by thieves and murderers, the second shall conspire at his own destruction
The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache, the second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy’s hand
The first shall pass his life alone; he shall be his own gaoler
The second shall tread lonely roads, the storm above his head, seeking a dark tower upon a high hillside.
I sit upon a black throne in the shadows but they shall not be able to see me.

The rain shall make a door for me and I shall pass through it
The stones shall make a throne for me and I shall sit upon it
The nameless slave shall wear a silver crown
The nameless slave shall be a king in a strange country

From the excellent book (albeit a slow start.. think Austen / Dickens slow and you will not be far off :p) Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell

~goodReadToo
~:p

…od luck to you Mr. Mandrake.”
“… You don’t have to call me that, ” he said.
“It’s your name.”
“No. My name is Nathaniel.”

Hihihi good books, read it people

…pected… expected, quite recommended, I don’t think it’s a book for kids anymore though :p

Guessed some, missed some, frowned at some points, some loose ends (won’t talk it here though, people might be kinda angry if they get spoilt *or is it spoilered? spoilert?* xD), some good un’s are bad some baddies are good un’s :p So… grey, Vergere would’ve approved xD

Good read.

~enjoyItPeople
~…
~forThoseWhoDon’tUnderstand
~I’mTalking’BoutDeathlyHallows
~:p

…cling old post yaay so uninspired xD

I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.  - Neil Gaiman