There’s always a song, an image or a smell to define a moment.
This very moment is defined by this song.
Everything she does is beautiful.
Everything she does is right.
If a splitting headache and a volatile temperature can’t guarantee sleep, despite the manic pill popping, I don’t know what can. Apparently 2 panadols after a few alcoholic drinks and a glass of coke could, for a good 15 minutes.
I woke to the screaming Sam Sparro ringtone on my phone. When Sam Sparro screams ‘black and gold… black and gold… black and gold…’ on my phone, it can only mean Soo’s calling. We met up after she knocked off for a drink in my hood. I went home to down a can of coke and ONE pill (‘cos I think it’s highly possible to OD on panadol extra and that’s just a pathetic way to die), trying desperately to re-enact the soporific effect the combo had on me hours before. It didn’t work this time which would explain this whiny blog entry. TMD.
Gig at Geek today was a disaster. Sound was SO bad and nothing kills my energy like bad sound. I couldn’t feel the songs, I couldn’t take them seriously, I was silently sighing my flailing lungs away in between songs. *frowns* The whole ‘sing-at-every-show-like-it’s-your-last-show’ philosophy wasn’t something I could subscribe to today. I’m fevering. Enthusiasm for ANYTHING is at its all time low. Someone hand me a blade to slash my throat with, please.
Oh Fever.. like all the women in my life, you torture me so.
HPPS VS RGPS
Supper with Soo last night unearthed ancient Primary School rivalry – Henry Park Primary School and Raffles Girls’ Primary School have never seen eye to eye in ANYTHING; from OUR basketball court to the stupid fitness park we were forced to share. RGPS girls and HPPS kids NEVER got along. I used to throw stones at their boys and be amused at how they ran away wailing! Mwahahaha.
There is however, ONE thing we have in common.
A National day song that we shared.
Yep, exclusive to RGPS and HPPS.
Our eyes lit up when one sang and the other joined in with those familiar but lame-as-hell lyrics.
The 9th of August is a holiday
We don’t have to go to school
We all can play
I dress in my best
Especially for today
Hip Hip Hooray
It’s our National Day
Today is the birthday of Singapore
We will celebrate this day like never before
I don’t know how it started but I know it’s true
Singapore’s a home for me and you
I haven’t sang that song in AGES.
Not to mention singing it with someone who actually k new the words.
It’s nice, in a warm and fuzzy way.
It was, the ONE time we pretermitted our legacy of rivalry.
All in the name of patriotism. Our 5 minutes of fame at the NDP (circa 1991?).
Gawd, what I wouldn’t give to go back to those days when it was exciting to just throw stones at boys, catch grasshoppers for sport, and hopscotch for ‘playground’ domination.
I say, we alter our realities on our own terms individually and get away with confusing sanity into believing it has never been doctored. Pursue happiness without the burden of the changing tides under the wind. This ocean desires to be a lake at some point. The wild ones desire to be tamed at some point. Hermithood becomes an incredibly tempting thought.
God, are we just growing old?
If so, I would like to quote Mayer, ‘stop this train’.
When one door closes, another one always opens. It’s the miracle of life.
I was telling Mama that God always performs little miracles in our lives if we only pay enough attention to acknowledge them. I thank God for the other doors He opens for me almost instantly whenever I slam one shut.
Yes, I screwed up. I don’t know why I do that. But it’s what I do, I screw up.
It’s almost like a natural freak ability to be able to destroy anything that may be good for me.*shrugs*
Oh well. New things have fallen into place. Now all I have to do is try not to screw those up too.
So love, understand I’m not even trying to be patronizing when I say, ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’
The ONLY person who understands and shares my undying affection for RENT – the musical (not the movie).
Lately I’ve been dreaming of fleeing. Not on huge Pegasus-like wings but just fleeing in all possible ways.
I have a feeling my soul’s trying to tell me something.
First it was the dream about BKK with very screwed flight plans then today it’s driving to HK and back in a day ‘cos I forgot something. Yeah in the wonderment of my boundless mind, travelling to HK will be a hitch. In my dreams, HK is just a skip, a hop and a causeway away. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Young hearts run free. Mine wants to run away.
Anywhere, anyplace nice, anywhere different…
As long as I don’t have to wake in bewilderment on someone else’s bed.
I lost my cellphone AGAIN.
Seriously, how many phones do I have to go through (in a year) to know that phones hate me.
Damnit. Am on a hunt for a new one, again.
I think I should seriously consider quitting drinking. *nods*
Anyways, happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!
Music from Armin and Osunlade overcompensated for my loss.
I was flying off my rockets… *winks*
I only smoked like once the whole time I was there.
Music does this to me.
But only really, really good motherf*ckingouttathisworld music does this to me.