Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Fever

Last night I felt the familiar tinge of sharp muscle aches and knew a fever was swiftly dawning. It is the swipe of a sickness that leaves traces of the parts of our body that are more sensitive: the untouched upper arm, stomach, and throbbing mind. Bullied myself into going to school anyway, though. It's receding, thankfully. Nevertheless, a fever in March was an expected event; it has been the case for the past two years.
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Anyway, thankfully, blissfully, Arcade Fire have spun up a new, magical song: Abraham's Daughter, for the Hunger Games soundtrack. Love the bass that hits during the crescendo -- this song has grown on me. Regine's voice sounds lovely.

Time is everything



Hugo was a stunningly magical movie -- wonderfully played out in 3D (real 3D, not that 'enhanced' 2D we seem to be getting often). The moment the movie commenced, each particle of snowflakes drifting as in directly before my eyes, I was spellbound. Have never seen such impressive 3D effects. Not to mention it came with a true moral, and a real witty screenplay. The soundtrack was much fun, too -- don't know if Howard Shore can ever go wrong. First Lord of the Rings, and now this. Can't wait for The Hobbit!
Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do... Maybe it's the same with people. If you lose your purpose... it's like you're broken.
I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason too.
You've tried to forget the past for so long, but it has caused you nothing but unhappiness. Maybe it's time you tried to remember.