Every Teardrop is A Waterfall

I'm trying to post something new everyday. So today, I blog again!

I will write about what I feel about the greatest musicians on earth.

I know that statement's kinda subjective for everyone, but for me there's no question it's def Coldplay.

I have no idea what's happening (if they're finally coming out with a new EP or something) but they've been releasing a string of new songs in YouTube which sound right about familiar to my ears. For starters, listen to this.

One of my philosophies in life is that: you know it's good when it grows on you. I was apprehensive whether I will truly ever like this song until I kept on listening to it over and over. It crept up and took over my waking life, I now can't contain my liking for it!

And this other song, although it sounds so gloomy, is really nice too. It's meaningful and magical. It talks about the day mankind will start moving from Earth to Mars, and how sad that could look like.

(Chris Martin sounds drunk at the beginning but who cares?)

I love Coldplay because they are most definitely legends in the making. I'll be there, front row, they day they come to Manila, or the day I get to London, whichever comes first!!

"I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on."

When You're Dreaming With a Happy Heart, The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part!

Tell me it's true!

Dreaming is a human being's fascination! People spend what seems like days (but in reality only hours or minutes) dreaming. In this busy life, getting good, quality sleep and having a good dream is like trying to see stars in the sky of a polluted metropolis. Once you spot one, you'd just love to stay in the moment.

Lately, my dreams have been action-packed and vivid. It's impressive that they seem to have a beginning, middle and end. The exchange of lines are very well-written, the actors seem well-rehearsed and they play out their roles so convincingly. People eat, and people feast! My favorite people hug and burst into song just like they were in Glee. Time is warped and there are more colors than what can be perceived by the eye. There are nothing but beautiful and grand things!

In psychology, we're taught that a self-report is the least valid source of information because there's too much biases involved! Nonetheless, here's my observation of what's been causing my erratic dreaming states: I've been exposed to so many things happening-- like going to school, doing freelance work, crossing the street, studying plankton, running around, doing 40-paged papers, plotting graphs, reading a novel and so on! On the contrary, the most idle months I've had (when I was still living in Japan) are the times I had least exciting dreams, my waking life was even more interesting. :>

So what I'm trying to point out is that: if you want to have really bizzare dreams, do many things! Go the extra mile and experience what's there to experience. Pick a leaf from a tree, doodle your crush's name on your notebook and get caught, deliberately take the wrong way, I dunno. It's just a personal recommendation though. 'Cause life is more exciting that way! (But I don't mean it for you to get caught by the police.) The more stimuli you're exposed to in a day, the more there is to store in your subconscious! The more materials there are to dream. Makes sense, huh? :-)

The moment we completely understand the mechanisms of dreaming however, is the moment everything will turn dull and sour. I'm just pretending to understand it and giving all my amateur-ish thoughts, so don't believe all of them. Haha!

Good night!

AIR

AIR - Alone in Kyoto

There's some magic to this music I can't explain. The sounds tell a story. I like songs like this!

Mmm, good times.

Now back to studying those seaweeds for my MS exam later. I cram! I'm not fond of seaweeds, unless they're good for eating.

So Frustrating

I rarely do rant posts or commentaries about irregularities in society, but here's one matter I've been so passionately frustrated about all my life, I could go on and on.

Today, I dialed the customer service hotline of my network provider because I had a complaint regarding my SIM card. The person asked me what my name was so he could address me properly. I really appreciated the intention, but why did it take 2 minutes of talk time to relay my name to the person on the other end of the line? And he didn't even get it right. I mean, you can have a sound debate about the RH Bill in two minutes. Is my name really that difficult?

Earlier tonight I was ordering milk tea at some milk tea establishment. You know how they do it. They write names on the cups and pretend to be cool like Starbucks. The lady asks for my name. I spell it out. D-A-N-N-E. She writes "DIANNE". I started thinking to myself some existentialist thoughts like: Who am I? Do I really exist? If I do, am I Danne? Who is Dianne? Is she my alter ego? NO, I'M NOT HER!!!

Haha, I just don't get it, really. Why can't they get it right? :-(

When I was little, all I wanted was to live in peace with a normal name. You know, a name people would not misspell, mispronounce, or make fun of. A name that would make people think I was a girl (and not a boy).

And then the real world started happening, and I realized it's really nice not being mixed up with other people by having a somewhat unique name. It was all good again, I regained confidence in myself. I grew up to be a pretty normal kid, thank goodness haha! Until one day, Starbucks started writing on their cups (which other joints eventually ended up copying, which kinda sucks). I know it must be a nightmare for people who can relate to what I'm trying to say.

And I know too it's not the baristas' fault that they don't know who you are. But just kindly listen please? :-( I don't mind repeating, as long as you get it right.

RAWR!

TGIF

Since I had no classes today, I made this from some pics I took with lines from songs that I really like.

From The Postal Service's Such Great Heights

From Imogen Heap's Speeding Cars

Retro

(c) Danne

Feeling retro today.

Oh, school starts soon. Au revoir, summer!

Lights

Please all welcome my super heroine, Valerie Poxleitner, also known as... Lights!

I met Lights 'cause she was a friend of Adam Young, who is my friend. Nah, scratch that! The three of us were never really friends (only the both of them are!). One fateful day while I was logged in my Twitter account, I was doing my daily Owl City stalking, only to find how he himself was a big fan of somebody else. She was Lights! I downloaded her music and watched her live performances on YouTube, and the rest is fandom history.

I like Lights because she has so much spunk in her! She seems like the kind of girl who would get purple hair on any day. She also speaks (and sings) with a lisp, which makes me identify her music more easily. Lights makes and stars in wicked videos with animated characters set in outer space! And she's my superhero because she writes and plays good music, tickles her gnarly synth with much magic it makes you feel your entire life is a video game!

I'm rarely a fan of female singers because my being a fan is utterly intertwined with my being a girl, thus I almost always prefer men who sing their hearts out (and make you melt) than women who are pretty and can sing. Despite that, I like Lights because every time I watch her, I wanna be like her!

Here's my most favorite video of Lights. Enjoy!

Fast Car

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone