Cavil: In all your travels, have you ever seen a star supernova?
Ellen: No.
Cavil: No. Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the universe, other stars, other planets, and eventually other life, a supernova, creation itself. I was there. I wanted to see it, and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull. With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum, with ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
Ellen: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible. Cavil: I don’t want to be human! I want to see gamma rays, I want to hear X-rays, and I want to smell dark matter. Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly, because I have to — I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid, limiting spoken language, but I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws, and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I’m a machine, and I can know much more, I could experience so much more, but I’m trapped in this absurd body. And why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way.
IT'S A WEEK OF A DISQUIET MIND. Squeezing out of a stagnant group to working with one of the best groups ever. How to train your brain in buying a steamed melon bun from Emi. Getting into the biggest fight with my sister, and getting out of it. Reading the Teachings of Buddha. Writing halfway music.
I love Kanye West and his work. This song was requested by Beyonce to be on the album 808's and Heartbreak. And the audience is so helping the song to emote. Because of its irony. Singaporeans.
My Aunt treated my sister and I to our first ever classical classic opera. La Boheme by Giacomo Puccini. I wept twice and many parts were funny. And I'm putting a poster up here. Which really means.. It really was so... ssssplendid (need. to. increase. vocabulary.)
Puccini must've been very proud of himself when he composed this. By the way both of them aren't as slender as in the picture. At all.
RODOLFO: (holding Mimi's hand, with emotion) Your tiny hand is frozen, Let me warm it into life; Our search is useless, In darkness all is hidden, 'Ere long the light of the moon shall aid us, Yes, in the moonlight our search let us resume. One moment, pretty maiden, While I tell you in a trice, Who I am, what I do, And how I live. Shall I?
(Mimi is silent.)
I am, I am a poet! What's my employment? Writing. Is that a living? Hardly. I've wit though wealth be wanting, Ladies of rank and fashion All inspire me with passion; In dreams and fond illusions, Or castles in the air, Richer is none on earth than I.
Bright eyes as yours, believe me, Steal my priceless jewels, In fancy's store-house cherished, Your roguish eyes have robbed me, Of all my dreams bereft me, Dreams that are fair, yet fleeting. Fled are my truant fancies, Regrets I do not cherish, For now life's rosy morn is breaking, Now golden love is waking. Now that I've told my story, Pray tell me yours, too; Tell me frankly, who are you? Say, will you tell?
Indie never felt so unfashionable. Goodnight, for dreams we are wealthy for, and live happily in poverty. (HAHAHHAH couldn't help it.)
Have been downloading a few disney storytellers and I really miss them. My mother used to play 'The Fox and the Hound' as a bedtime story. I always thought one of them died and I'd be very very sad for them.
Here's one of the funny songs from 'The Lady & The Tramp"
So many treasures Disney has left us. Huge thanks to Dave the Vietnam war veteran for releasing it to the world once more.
Squeezing out of a stagnant group to working with one of the best groups ever.
