playlist: 16 november 2011

random on aphex twin

few paramore

"that's what you get"

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa



literature, i mean poem
or poet
or poetic
or whatever names you want to call it

is basically talking about, playing about,
a few concept, that conceptually like A to B and B to C
and that is the most simplest form of it
there are some that don't have 'real skeleton'

they are all thin, tiny foam, subtle, cloudy, hazy,
feeling
but still got concept in it
but sometime a poet maybe don't know
what is the super-actual-detail shape or concept or regulation of his/her own feeling
so he write something that fuzzy and blurred,
but his/her probabily will describe it the best,
the same way that he/she see it
as he/she is a poet, or a good poet.

[diary]: [12 november '11 saturday grandcontinental htl, georgetown]

actually for tonight
i want to practise my memory ability/power
by trying to memorise few songs lyric
mostly from 'high violet'

but i think i'm too hungry to do that
#sleep


life feels greater than before as
i think i got nothing to worry for