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071111, 12:30pm
Just cut my hair, and Nic just sent me this: "STAY STRONG, i love your hair no matter whut!"
I never giggled over a message so much, why is she so sweet :') Going shopping with my mummy today~

Have been listening to The Script, Plain White Ts, Coldplay, Sara Bareilles, Janis Joplin and Marilyn Manson since forever :B
I'm actually listening to love songs, gosh. My whole twitter is so cluttered with lyrics i sound like a heartbroken girl who just got dumped very badly or something.
On a sidenote, I seriously need to start reading those chinese books for the test next year but i'm just like.... meh. I just can't bring myself to be interested at shui hu zhuan at all. Right now i just want to go on a long, long train ride with coffee and my own books.
Can't believe i'm doing such nonsense with this space but...
I love my book so much and there's no where else i can go on and on about it so...

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed. He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as useful as your appendix. He's making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world

No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted

You can watch your kids discover everything in the world you've tried to save them from. Drugs, divorce, conformity, disease. All the nice clean books, music, television. Distraction

People are always spray the air with their moods. Their car stereos, broadcasting their grief or joy or anger all over the neighborhood.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger sound system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble. This isn't about quality, it's about volume. This isn't about music. This is about winning. You stomp the competition with the bass line. You rattle windows. You drop the melody line and shout the lyrics. You put in foul language and come down hard on each cussword. You dominate. This is really about power.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in details.