Addicted to a certain kind of sadness
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Laneway 2012
Was considering writing a full article on Laneway 2012, the same way I did with Foster The People but NO
I WILL NOT. I went for fun and it shall remain as the day I got burnt, danced oddly to The Drums, wore a poncho for 8 minutes and cheated ~da wurld~ of … something. Nope, no articles (unless, of course, the awesome Cheryl of 5mm contacts me ^^. I am not a sellout, she’s just really nice, okay?), just memories.
[photos by Russell Ong / Laneway.au]
Superhuman of the Year: Oscar Pistorius
Until recently the story of Oscar Pistorius, born twenty-five years ago without calf bones and now history’s greatest para-athlete, has been, well, just that: a story. Feel-good. Inspirational. All about the limitlessness of the human spirit. Going into the last Olympic cycle, the governing body of track and field ruled comically, tragically, that the carbon-fiber blades affixed to his knees gave Pistorius an unfair advantage against able-bodied athletes—his only real competition. The successful battle Pistorius waged for the right to compete against the world’s fastest men was both epic and Pyrrhic; thanks to time spent in courts and testing labs and away from the track, he fell shy of the Olympic qualifying time by three-quarters of a second. And so Pistorius remained a symbol.
This time it’s for real. It’s not just about inspiration or the questions he provokes about the purity, purpose, and very definition of sport. This time it’s about winning. This time it’s on. In July, Pistorius broke the Olympic qualifying mark, then reached the semifinals of the world championships. If he bests that qualifying time once more between January and June, which he will, he’ll almost certainly be representing South Africa in London next summer in the open 400 and the 4 x 400 relay.
“Don’t get me wrong—it’s a privilege to be an icon for those who were born the way I was or who have been injured,” says Pistorius. “It may sound strange, but I’ve got to focus on the fact that what got me to where I am is my ability as an athlete. It’s about track now.” Which isn’t to say that Pistorius, who recently became the new face of Thierry Mugler’s fragrance, is indifferent to the way he presents to the world. “For walking around, I wear normal prosthetics. During the summer, I go with a more Mediterranean look. At the end of summer, I get them sprayed to lighten them up a little—they now come in twenty-eight different shades. Just for kicks, I go for the ones with the really impressive calves.”
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I am an astronaut
I am an astronaut
my suit, pale grey, almost white
you cannot really tell in this moonlight
my oxygen’s low, my heartbeat sky high
I stand far from humanity, I sleep alone from
—
it’s lonely, sometimes, being stranded up here
too far away from the earths atmosphere
I hear none, feel none, except for my breath
I anticipate nothing but martians and possibly, death.
AnonyMonster
I am in total adoration of these illustrations but can’t seem to find the artist. Anyone??
Foster the People (Live in Singapore)
I must say straight off the bat that I’m terrified of crowds. Terrified.
I’ve done public speaking for audiences of up to 3000 before from the stage, but put me IN the crowd and I’m the little soda can getting kicked around the streets. Needless to say, I wasn’t particularly excited about being caught in the 3,500 crowd on Saturday at Fort Canning despite the thrill of seeing Foster The People live. What made this gig different from all the others I’ve been to was the energy the audience was emitting. There was a lot of complaining about the heat but once people resigned themselves to the fact that Singapore wasn’t going to lower it’s temperature anytime within that night, they started having fun and dancing along to the music played by the 2 highly energetic and vivacious DJs.
—WeiShi Lun on 5minutemusic
Continue reading here
Time Warp
FYP, IVP, MMF, KCC, FTP
This month has brought nothing but sleepless nights, neverending workload, coffee-dependency, walking home in dress shoes stuffed with sport-sock encased feet and a whole lotta screaming at my laptop. But my graduation goggles are on, and all this has yet to break my spirit so I’m gonna keep pressin’ on.
