Friday, May 29, 2009

Brought To You By Timex.

I am awake at 4.57am.

I reached home at 7 after dance practice ("Nobady, nobady but chew"), ate dinner, read Hork-Bajir Chronicles, turned on my laptop around 9pm and the rest is history. I've been learning to appreciate music without lyrics. You know, like Rachmaninoff, Vivaldi, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky...

ok I'm kidding.

I imeem-ed Santana, Joe Satriani, Aerosmith and Steve Vai. Guitar sex: The perfect solo. OR The zone, the time when rhythm and lead guitars just know what to do to make a song sound earth-shattering. But the weird thing about the imeem autoplaylist is that they can jump you from Aerosmith to Shakira just because, somewhere, sometime, long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, they did a collaboration or a cover. So I'm happily listening to whatever guitar sex I managed to find and suddenly BAM it becomes Shakira shakiraaa I'm home tonight my hips don't lie. Booo. Not in the mood for mindless pop.

Shaun helped me pick a song to imeem. "Another Perfect Day" by American Hi-Fi. It's such a emomo sweet song. One of those songs that's seemed to be sung just for you. You listen and you just melt. I still feel all melty. I shall call this Happy Emo. or HEmo. It's the same feeling you get when you read Tuesdays or watch Juno.

Another Perfect Day
I'm holding on waiting for your call
It's simple but i can't explain this
I'm sinking down i feel like i could die
I'm falling off i don't know why

[chorus:]
I still believe it when you say
it's another perfect day
another perfect day
I still believe it when you say
it's another perfect day
another perfect day

so i might try to leave it all behind
i know tomorrow's not so bright now
i'll say goodbye cause nothing good can last
(you wear and figured no where fast)
and today i don't know how too keep it all inside
but i guess i'll let it slide

[repeat chorus]

today i don't know why
i thought that it was real
but i guess it's no big deal

[repeat chorus]

i don't know how
i don't know how
to let it slide

Yeah...it's a sad song. But heart-rending in its sincerity. And you know that there'll be a perfect day coming for someone who's willing to let himself feel so much.

NEXT. Songs don't really take up that much time. So why am I still awake at such an unearthly hour? I mean, it's so late it's early and even the witches have retired. The following narrative will attempt to explain why.

In between Facebooking and writing that darn camp reflection, Shaun (I still blame you) MSN'd me a Youtube link. He said he was into this show right now so I assumed it'll be something really rad and clicked on it. OMGOOSE. It was 神雕侠侣! (Yes be amazed. It is Chinese. I have never failed Chinese!!! Only ting xie and tests and sometimes exams but never OVERALL. Ha. The Facebook quiz stumped almost everyone. HA.) To those who tak cakap cina, it's Return of The Condor Heroes.

So...I started watching. And singing along to the theme song. And...I'm now at Episode 4. And I'm thinking...crap I'm not gonna be budging from my chair and/or doing anymore exercise these holidays. Sigh. It's like House all over again.

My eyeballs are about to pop from my head in protest and set up picket lines around my nose. I'm hitting the hay now. Good night world.

Manchester United will be back. Never fear. We are the champions, my friend.


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