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[Nov. 26th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
"Something to think about….
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32. 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
The questions raised:
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.
How many other things are we missing?"
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| march of the gingerbread man |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|11:03 pm] |
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M mum brought back a gingerbread man from her store- this is really the best part of xmas((:
first, you eat the head so they can't scream.
Then, the legs so they can't run like a headless chicken. But mine doesn't have any legs, so I'll go straight for the arms.
Sigh, that's the end of the gingerbread man. I'll go clomp around in my new vans sk8 hi to cheer myself up now. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|05:30 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
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| | no music cuz the HD is dead | ] |
Today would have turned out to be a really terrible day.
1) I thought my paper was at 9am so I woke up at the godforsaken hour of 7am, dragged myself out of the house and waited outside the exam hall just before 9am. Then I decided to check my notebook for my seating number, where lo and behold. 1PM JAP FILM EXAM was staring right at me.
2) I mass texted my friends good luck for their papers and accidentally sent to someone I did not want to text again. The person had to reply and ask who I was. Embarrassment much.
3) I wanted to print my notes in school since I had loads of spare time, but my ez link had insufficient monies.
4) The school ran out of HDs for me to replace my own and the new stock would only be in next week. Right after that, I had to drop my HD that I managed to ressurect last night. No guesses whether it's working now or not.
BUT I had to go collect a parcel at thomson today, which turned out to be my new vans shoes! Jillian borrowed my camera so I had to make do with grainy homemade porn-ish looking handphone photos.
Anyway, they're so cute and fit perfectly. Mmmmmm think I'm going to wear them around the house today. heheh.
To make my day get a little better, I had a nice creamy glass of milk. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|04:21 pm] |
I've traded in milk for booze, sleep for night adventures. I think Im starting to regress.
And my HD just did a daul kim and hung it self, so now it's lifeless as well.
There goes my burgeoning music collection. I think I need a moment of silence. no pun intended. |
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| rip. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|04:15 pm] |
quite sad she died, she was one of the more interesting models around and i really did like her.
guess she finally did fork herself ):
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| CANDY |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|02:01 am] |
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| | cute without the e- taking back sunday | ] |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|06:06 pm] |
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| | mister postman- the beatles | ] |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|12:14 am] |
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| |  confused | ] |
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| | something- the beatles | ] |
It's really awful when I have nothing to say to you anymore. When our usual conversations that came so spotaneously and naturally, have become awkward and contrived. I try my best to keep it going, but without help from your end it's really getting very tiring. I really hate dealing with such issues once it gets all knotted up into a ball. I'm not very good in cat's cradles, you know. My fingers get all entangled with the elastic band and I would have to cut it to get my hands loose. Then I can't tie my hair anymore because the band was my hairtie, so now my hair is all messy and knotty too. I really want us to go back to the way we were, when it was all so easy. Then again, I want to go back to being a kid when everything in life was good as well.
Once there was a way to get back homeward, but I've got no one to sing me a lullaby. Guess I'll be wandering the lost path of Alice and Red Riding hood, with hopefully no encounter of the evil red queen and the big bad wolf. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
sorry for the recent influx of beatles but...
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:57 am] |
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| | indifferent | ] |
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| | you've got to hide your love away- eddie veder | ] |
Sleeping in is good for you. |
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| first breath after a coma |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
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| | calm | ] |
Sitting alone at starbucks isn't so bad actually. There's a sort of comfortable solitude and peace I derive from it. Perhaps the gorgeous weather helps alot too. Im glad I came out, this is the best I've felt in a while. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2009|12:06 am] |
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I thought I was invisible in this house, but not knowing I was up all night in the bloody living room rushing my essay takes the cake. I think even if I shot myself in the hallway no one would realize either. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
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| |  crushed | ] |
This being my last few sems in school, I really should have learnt to numb myself from the constant evidence of my stupidity. While I really shouldn't be wallowing over my petty miseries in life when others are going through even more devasting situations, I really can't help it. My mind just latches on to any small demon leering around the corner and just focuses on it like a hawk. It's almost as if I masochistically enjoy my self- loathing sessions, and not do anything to make myself better but just keep conjuring more and more demons out until I reach a living hell and just want to aphyxiated right at that point, or stab myself Elliot Smith style.
I tried to change things today and made myself a nice, heartwarming bowl of mushroom potage. But, it had to explode. And once again, here I am wallowing about how the whole universe is against me. I suppose I do have the perogative to do so, in a way. I'm not rich or gorgeous, well- adjusted with a nice family who have enough money to get by.
I think I'm just going to sleep, because everything is just getting out of control again and I don't know how to deal with it except escape. That's all I can do. I would rather jump off a building than confront my demons. One day, that just may happen. And we all know there aren't any superheroes to save you.
Perhaps I just need to crimp these blues away
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| this levee is about to break |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
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| | restless | ] |
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| | when the levee breaks- led zeppelin | ] |
On another note, I'm eating so much I feel like that fridge from Requiem for a Dream.
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| morrissey |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:12 pm] |
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| | been caught stealing- jane's addiction | ] |
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