Saturday, August 04, 2007'♥
now listening : corrine may- scars.
10 pm on a saturday and i am sitting in the veranda, with these frenzied fingers tapping on the keyboard.it's quaint, really,to enjoy the stillness of the night while watching joel and leene thrashing about in lionel's room and watching mabel running around in the garden.
( mabel's lionel's family pet, a huge golden retriever, which i dont know why, isnt a very smart dog.but nonetheless, its stupidity has gotten him extra treats from the family and neighbours.and strangers?)
i feel somewhat boxed in, away from this world with this relative difference in NOISE and SIGHT.
the days have been good. i am more at peace with myself than ever.
Maybe it's because, at last, i have the time, and perhaps emotional capacity, to take a step back, to take a breather to look at things alittle longer, to circumspect on issues around me.
Then, maybe, it's because of Andrew, who was really nice to bring me to Corrine May's concert.It's an aural gratification, especially ,after how my ears have been drowning themselves in their somewhat alternative taste in the various genre of music.
There are music ,which sends you into your bouts of friday night melancholy and nostalgia, and there are those ,like a shot of whiskey in the embittered nights,leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy.Of course, there are those like the zest in your lemon merangue pie, that leaves a sweet aftertaste and a twinkle of joy and hope in your soul.
i reckon, Corrine may's, racheal yamagata's, and bic runga 's songs of which, are of the latter, warm ,fuzzy and hopeful.
well, maybe, i have grown out of that angsty rock. or maybe, i am sick of feeling jaded.maybe it's time to have you stop haunting me.
Then, maybe , it gotta be the midnight interllectual and palate treat at Coffee club with ethan. The night of indulgence with our sinful Muddy mudpie. Nothing fancy, but the light ,casual conversation with our occasional dash of realism,childhood angst and, the almost non existant crowd and smokers in a nook off holland village has rendered us happy people. yes, that very random,midnight tolietries shopping too, with his purchase of orange flavoured kodomo lion toothpaste.
well, it also gotta be me being still able to fit into a size 23 waisted pants, with my gargartuan appetite. seriously, you gotta be eating like how i am doing, to wonder why i am not even tipping that scale.
yet.i am back to my reading. i have been reading quite a bit. Mum tells me, that i am a really vivacious person and how it isnt good, since everything ought to be done in moderation. It's how i will totally lose myself in my reading, shutting everything and everyone out of the world when i am at it. It's how i will eat only this particular food all the time eating nothing else but that, till i get sick of it. It's how i will put a particular song on a repeat mode.It's how i throw myself entirely into a person, till he fails me through and through,before i let go.
it has got to be with
you, that i know i can smile like a little girl on a swing. again.
it's a really long post.
maybe, because it's a while, since i blogged ,as me.
