1st
November 2001
Don’t you know
you’ve got your daddy’s eyes,
daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept
it all inside
she threw it all away.
Listening
to this for almost the 150th time at 5.42am you’d think one could
remember the entire song. Au contraire.
Somehow today or more like the remnants of last night has a rather melancholic drag to it… or maybe it’s the effect of the listening to a song for the 150th time.
Halloween night this year or what’s left of it passed by without much to remind me of it.
No group of 15 5 year olds ringing my doorbell dressed in oversized Batman suits.
No 6 year old with a gap where her two front teeth used to be looking at me going “Tweak or tweet” to which the usual reply is ‘Tweet’. I am not a big fan of being tweaked.
No ghouls 3 feet tall attempting to black me out with a simple BOO.
No fighting for equal shares of the loot though I don’t do most of the looting.
In fact on Halloween night 2001, I fell asleep at 9pm only to find myself wide-awake at 2am hungry enough to eat a horse. Could this be a sign of old age?????!!!
Just finished replying an email to a new friend. As always it was much longer than it needed to be. How do you justify if someone’s actions are right or wrong? More importantly… who am I to justify the righteousness of one’s actions? Am I not a mere stranger looking in from the other side of the window?
There’s a fever on the freeway in the morning in the morning
And the lover smiling
for me without warning without warning
There’s an outlaw on
the highway and she’s falling and she’s falling
Now I must’ve been
blind to carry a torch for most of my life.
These days I’m
hanging around You’re out of my heart and out of my town.
There’s a fever on
the freeway in the morning in the morning
And the lover smiling
for me Why she’s falling she’s
falling.
Now I must’ve been
blind to carry a torch for most of my life
These days I’m
hanging around You’re outta my heart and outta my town
There’s a fever on
the freeway in the morning in the morning
And the lover smiling
for me Without warning without warning
Now I must’ve been
blind to carry a torch for most of my life
These days I’m
hanging around You’re outta my heart you’re outta me town
How
can a song so simple and with such simple lyrics make one feel so much? I was
wondering if I could type the lyrics as he sang, all 3 mins 59 secs of it… I
guess songs are not as complicated when you actually follow them? Wonder how
much of it was typed right?
I must deem today as being most productive since my return home. I had :-
1) shopped for materials to make presents
2) downloaded 2 songs and a movie trailer
3) wiped the dust off the shelves
4)
tire myself completely
It’s
outrages with the resource of pirated VCDs we have here and yet I can’t get
the one movie I am seeking so desperately for. Then again no one watched French
movies here. Neither did I till Singapore Airlines decided that I should be
strapped onto a chair and made to watch movies for 13 hours. Amelie, Le
Fabuleux Destin D’Amelie Poulain starring Audrey Tatou is what I’m
seeking. But one wonders how is one to seek for it when the title itself cannot
yield proper pronunciation from its seeker.
Apart
from the melancholy shrouding the day, something ridiculous did happen. For the
second time since 23rd Oct I left the house. No that’s not the
ridiculous bit. I wore my baggies (or so I’ve been told of the correct name of
the ultra huge jeans I now posses) to the mall. As soon as I stepped off the cab
shoppers were staring as if the Martians had landed. If that wasn’t enough,
mothers were tapping their daughters shoulders to make them stare even more. Ok
maybe I was just being paranoid. But the biggest laugh was when I walked past
these bunch of 18 year olds trying hard to look bad ass with their bleached hair
and cigarettes. You’d think these happen in movies only. Suddenly they stopped
their swearing act and stared literally at my baggies and went
‘SSSHHhhhiiiiittttt….’ *descending voice*. I could’ve just died
laughing then cuz at that point I probably looked more bad ass than they did.
Red hair, black nails, black eye shadow? Yes the highlight of my day…making
little kids look like geeks. *Sigh* I really am becoming boring.
Finally
got my luggage problem sorted. Desperately need my other fashionable *gag*
apparels and lounging around for a week straight in string underwear is not my
idea of comfort.
Still contemplating the Darude gig. Except now it’s of different reason. Being:-
1) Don’t really want to risk bumping into ex in case he’s still full of himself and/or with female company.
2) Don’t have a date that looks like Keanu Reeves*
3) Haven’t got the cash to hire a date that looks like Keanu Reeves*
4) Haven’t got a life size cardboard of Keanu Reeves*
5) Can’t be asked to explain to parents what a Darude is (nevermind who he is)
6) Haven’t got company ,full stop.
*name has been changed from Brad Pitt to Keanu because I’m not supposed to lust after married men.
I wonder if anyone else’s Halloween was as boring as mine……
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