CHARLENE

Cinematic Orchestra - ‘To Build A Home’

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THOSE EYES!

Another fantastic set from Pictory: The One Who Got Away features lost loves, hard choices, and former friends.

“Every time it rains, I think of him. I remember the drizzling day before Christmas break when in a sudden graceful motion he kissed my cheek, and sprinted away. Months passed, the winter ended. He told me he thought I was amazing, that I was unlike any other girl, that I was special but: “It just isn’t going to work anymore.” It rained that day too. Summer. Fall. Winter. Spring. We became close friends. We grew up. Four years later, he’s like a brother to me. My love never stopped, it just changed, like we did.”

when two violins are placed in a room
if a chord on one violin is struck
the other violin will sound the note
if this is your definition of hope
this is for you
the ones who know how powerful we are
who know we can sound the music in the people around us
simply by playing our own strings
for the ones who sing life into broken wings
open their chests and offer their breath
as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
spare those intent on proving god is dead
for you when your fingers are red
from clutching your heart
so it will beat faster
for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
this is for you
this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
for the mothers who feed their children first
and thirst for nothing when they’re full

this is for women
and for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon
but there are men who cry when women bleed
men who bleed from women’s wounds
and this is for that moon
on the nights she seems hung by a noose
for the people who cut her loose
and for the people still waiting for the rope to burn
about to learn they have scissors in their hands

this is for the man who showed me
the hardest thing about having nothing
is having nothing to give
who said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away
so this is for the day we’ll quit or jobs and work for something real
we’ll feel for sunshine in the shadows
look for sunrays in the shade
this is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built
and for the ones who didn’t know the filth until tonight
but right now are beginning songs that sound something like
people turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home

this is for all the shit we own
and for the day we’ll learn how much we have
when we learn to give that shit away
this is for doubt becoming faith
for falling from grace and climbing back up
for trading our silver platters for something that matters
like the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other

this is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass
to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree
where the fruit would grow to laugh
for the ones who know the math of war
has always been subtraction
so they live like an action of addition
for you when you give like every star is wishing on you
and for the people still wishing on stars
this is for you too

this is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn’t have to
for the time you taught a 14 year old girl she was powerful
this is for the time you taught a 14 year old boy he was beautiful
for the radical anarchist asking a republican to dance
cause what’s the chance of everyone moving from right to left
if the only moves they see are NBC and CBS
this is for the no becoming yes
for scars becoming breath
for saying i love you to people who will never say it to us
for scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine
for the dime you gave away when you didn’t have a penny
for the many beautiful things we do
for every song we’ve ever sung
for refusing to believe in miracles
because miracles are the impossible coming true
and everything is possible

this is for the possibility that guides us
and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
and spread their wings inside us
cause tonight saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that whatever song we’ve been singing we sing even more
the world needs us right now more than it ever has before
pull all your strings
play every chord
if you’re writing letters to the prisoners
start tearing down the bars
if you’re handing our flashlights in the dark
start handing our stars
never go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
play loud
play like you know the clouds have left too many people cold and broken
and you’re their last chance for sun
play like there’s no time for hoping brighter days will come
play like the apocalypse is only 4…3…2
but you have a drum in your chest that could save us
you have a song like a breath that could raise us
like the sunrise into a dark sky that cries to be blue
play like you know we won’t survive if you don’t
but we will if you do
play like saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that we give every single breath
this is for saying-yes

this is for saying-yes

Happy Valentine’s Day!

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

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Beautiful rendition of ‘Hallelujah’

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Goodbye Japanese skies

I love living in the USA and I have fun every time I travel… but all I’m thinking about now is going home to Singapore, because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be this Christmas.

you’re a bird on a wire and you’re wrestling…

Back in Japan again. We visited Yokohama today! Minato Mirai reminded me of Marina Bay. Going shopping in Shinjuku tomorrow before flying HOME SWEET HOME.

Travelling north, travelling north to find you
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes

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I wasn’t born to live up to your standards. I was brought here to live my life for myself, to live my life to the best of my ability. I was born to fight for myself and stand tall. I was taught to give as much as I get, and to love as much as I’m loved.

Miike Snow - ‘Black & Blue’

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We’ve met some people along the way. Some of them split, some of them stay, some of them walk on by. I’ve got a few friends I’ll love till I die, from all these people I try to learn. Some of them shine, some of them burn, some of them rise, some of them fall. For good or bad I’ve known them all.

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The woman said, “Even if you take pictures of cactuses, you’re leading your life. If you live only for your husband, you have no life of your own.” “My husband is my life, not cactuses”.

Hi Japan, I’ll be back to visit again soon. Just two more weeks! I can’t wait.

(Took this in Sugamo, Tokyo. It’s an area more popular with the elderly.)

Donora - ‘Shh’

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I really want the bow ring. It’s so cute!

what will grow crooked, you can’t make straight

Another one from Barnegat Bay

Thom Yorke - ‘Black Swan’

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Since I already posted one, figured I might as well post a pic of the other too :D

Jensen & Jared!

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ran into the middle of the road to take a shot.

Eventually, everything will change. There is nothing you can do about it. Suddenly, people who you think are always going to be there… disappear. They grow up, they move away, or worse, they die. Losing someone can feel like a dream - you know the one where you’re falling and you’re trying desperately to wake up before you hit the ground? It usually hurts. It feels as though someone kicks you in the stomach and your heart stops beating. And the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is this: nothing else will be able to hurt you like that again. But what I realized is that it’s a good thing to go through loss at one point or another in your lifetime. When you get to the healing part of this, you will have so much love to share. You will be able to appreciate your loved ones in ways even you cannot even understand. All the pain you go through will eventually teach you some of the greatest lessons in life you will ever need to learn. You will be so much stronger than you were before.

New York City is black-and-white to me.

on the subway.

Back in Bloomington! Feels good to be back, but I really miss NYC already.

5th Avenue

This is what happens when it’s cold and rainy in NYC and the camera refuses to focus.

If you listen, you can hear it.
The city, it sings.
If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the
middle of a street, on the roof of a house.
It’s clearest at night, when the sound cuts more
sharply across the surface of things,
when the song reaches out to a place inside you.
It’s a wordless song, for the most,
but it’s a song all the same, and nobody hearing it
could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the
loudest when you pick out each note.

- Jon McGregor

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“Here’s a toast. To the good days, the better friends. The ones that you just can’t live without. The people that have taught you how to party. How to live. How to have a good time just sitting around. Here are to the people that no matter how bad things seem, are going to be there for you. To lean back on and catch you if you fall. ”

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Gotye - “Heart’s A Mess”

Pick apart the pieces of your heart & let me peer inside
Let me in where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind, as you do mine.

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