Morning Blues

It's 6.30am on Friday morning and calmsleep once again eludes me but this time it wasn't a restless experience-i pullup the blinds of the window,revealing a view of Melbourne i had long forgotten.The sun had barely risen and dark shadows cast the buildings,cars and other vehicles pass by every now and then,and i realize i''ll be leaving this place in less than a week-somewhere inside me i don't want to go,but then i'm reminded the pleasures of home.

Spent the early hours of the morning reading a Kazuo Ishigiro novel,one that got more interesting than i had expected,so with nothing else to do and no nice shows to watch i laid there on my bed reading,two songs playing in my Ipod over & over again:TV On The Radio's Wolf Like Me,Natalie Imbruglia's That Day.Rewind the day 12 hours,i spent the entire morning walking around the city window shopping and browsing mindlesslythough stores,navigating my way through fast,timid crowds and taking my time to walk slowly as to not let the day slip by too quick.Finally i reached the City Library,sat down next to a middle-aged woman wearing sunnies indoors,a stackof wedding and tabloid magazines on her lap.I greedily took a large stack of magazines from the music section,mostly consisting of old copies of Rolling Stone,and after a while got too frustrated because i realized the mag's reviewers were too tame and kind or busy trying to make friends in the industry that all the albums and movies reviewed were given some form of grand praise,describing every single film as if it were a classic-i suspect workers for the mag were more interested in avoiding arguments or nasty e-mails,or the reviewers were really just old men with grandchildren whose hearts had been too withered by time and affection to be able to give a straight opinion about anything without sounding like a representative for the church.Left the place with a few cd's i borrowed simpy for the sake of filling up my Ipod space-Bowie,Sarah McLeod,Super Furry Animals and some bands i've never heard of.

The walk home was a long,tiring one-my mind dwelling in retrospect about the past year,along to the new playlist of random tracks i had built the night before,and just in time The Shins' We Will Become Silhouettes (a trippy,happy song) started playing as i reached my doorstep.Movies arive so fucking late in Australia,presumably the same time the dvd comes out in the US-movies i intend to watch on ciplakcd,because Aussie is just too fucking slow.

Dreamgirls.Almost Famous.Who Killed The Electric Car?Borat.Psycho.The Graduate.Casino Royale.The Hours.And all old Sofia Coppola & Tarantino films.I fucking hate the way the Msian film indstry overvalues films that are really horrible once subjected to the higher global standards-reviewers raved about Gubra and Sepet (okay Sepet was above average),but Gubra to me was a huge piece of crap where things become too sentimental and tragedies are inserted simply for the notion that they are sad an therefore worth inserting into a movie (e.g:a death,an affair,a prostitute-none developed properly,they just went in and out.But what annoyed me most was Sharifah Amani's character who seemed to be suffering identity dissociation,one minute she's this immature little brat,next she's in kebaya with her hair in a bun handling marital issues.WTF) and the characters were so one-dimensional and predictable,the pretentious script was disorganized the stories incomplete,and yet people still called it excellent.Fucking crap.But i admit the film was considered grand possibly because the typical films that graced Malaysian cinema was otherwise even worse,hence when something different came along people embraced it as a miracle.Still fucking crap.

Blogger won't let me space my sentences.The vid for Kissing the Lipless,and live versions here.

The Prestige was just inserted into IMDB's Top 250 films of all-time,being one of the very few films from 2006 making the list-the only other two being Little Miss Sunshine,The Departed.

Oh,the usual morning chaos has finally begun-noisy trams gliding on rusty rails,the sound of cars honking loudly,the sight of members of the workforce walking or cycling to work fully prepared in their black and white suits to face the day's hassle.Haish the monotony.