Where is the moment we needed the most?

PK came up to me and said Terence had bought a new album and it was nice..and he recommended it to her and she recommended it to all. I thought…hmm…what “underground” music these people could be listening? For the uninitiated, most of my MT people listen to damn obscure music like Chinese techno, xinyao, jap, anime themes, opera pop (tell me about it!). So I was quite curious…

PK: Open the publishing folder. The album is inside.

Me: Whose folder?

PK: Terence. If you want, you have to copy. We will delete it later.

Me: Ok..this one?

PK: Yeah. New album.

Me: James Blunt? This is not new!

PK: New! It came out last month.

Me: Right..it cant be last month. His first single has been playing for months. At least 3-4 months already.

PK: It’s very new. I heard it just now..very nice.

Me: Yeah yeah…

I don’t mind James Blunt…but his music sounds like Coldplay and David Gray and Damien Rice combine together.

Come on guys! I know my music okay! Then Richard asked me:

R: Then what do you want? Have you heard of Friend Ferdinand?

M: (choking back on laughter) Fren..what? Franz Ferdinand? I have.

R: You want Blur?

M: I have all the albums.

R: Air Supply?

M: I have.

R: Red Hot Chilli Pepper?

M: (walking away) I have..i have.

Then I asked Terence.
M: Hey, do you have Daniel Powter?

T: Huh?

Heh.They should borrow my stuff.Then everyone will be headbanging to Nirvana.

STOMP!

They were great..deafening..fantastic. The audience were such a great bunch (except the guy next to me who kept making weird throat noises and belched, coughed, yawned, burped, gurgled, anything you could imagine. And he’s a yuppie of late 20s, okay!).

Anyway, I have to thank Rae for inviting me. I cant believe not a single friend she called earlier was interested. “The rest of my friend are not as arty-farty as you, lah!” she said.

Excuse me? Farty, yes..but arty? I celebrate creativity and talent, that’s all. Just because no one celebrates mine doesn’t mean I have to be bitter, right? Anyhow, thank you once again. It really made my sucky Wednesday. I felt relaxed and the fact that I could holler and scream was a great catharsis.

i screamed..i screamed..ice cream.

And oh, the Esplanade Theatre was awesome. C’est magnifique. I felt like I was in an opera house. After last night, I cannot imagine forking out money to watch concert at the crappy indoor stadium. The theatre’s acoustics were splendid. I can imagine La Boheme, West Side Story, Rent, Annie, A Streetcar Named Desire, heck..even Moulin Rouge on that stage. Or a freaking rock concert. What a smash!

La Boheme…I fell in love with it because of Baz Luhrman.

All right enough gushing.

Oh well.

When I reached home, I was again engulfed in sadness. After the euphoria died down, I guess, I was back to reality. I sat down on the toilet bowl and cried and cried and cried. I must have cried for at least 45 minutes. I played scenarios after scenarios in my head, possibilities after possibilities. I can be a great method actor. I got so sad and bawled my eyes out. They became swollen and painful…and I felt a sick sense of satisfaction after that.

Don’t you just love Botero? Fat people cry, too you know.

I smsed Sha..asking if she was online. Drats, I forgot she lost her phone. I smsed Lauren…yeah, the one who’s in China. Lauren always gets to listen to my shit. Thanks for listening. She didn’t reply though.

Anyway…

I just wanted to say thank you to those who were concerned. I really had a freaking bad day yesterday and feeling absolutely down in the dumps. I tried to read Q before I went to bed but my eyes were stinging.

Then this morning I woke up with super puffy swollen eyes. Guess what I did? I unwrapped my new concealer and mascara from Paul & Joe and used them. I got on a roll…so I took the Anna Sui face powder and then the Anna Sui rouge. The eye liner..the eye shadows..the works.

It felt good to look pretty, huh? I intended to hide the puffy eyes and now, I am here in far-out Ubi looking like a hoochie-mama. But if it made me feel slightly better, I'd gladly take it. Let’s say if I were to die in an accident today, I would at least look pretty.

Today will be a better day simply because it’s Thursday. And the fact that I actually wear make up to work today is a reason good enough to be a great day. It’s Friday tomorrow and I may meet Liah for a c-session. Don’t know where to go though..now that Phuture is out.

I think the Romeo & Juliet rings I (and susan and sha) saw at Heeren will definitely cheer me up, haha. I’ve been looking for them for 9 years. $50 though…sigh…steep, I know. I know.

Oh well.I just hope I’ll not have a bad day today.

Why?

This stupid mascara is not waterproof!!

Where is the moment we needed the most

You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

They tell me your blue skies fade to grey

They tell me your passion's gone away

And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low

You're faking a smile with the coffee to go

You tell me your life's been way off line

You're falling to pieces everytime

And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day

You're taking one down

You sing a sad song

Just to turn it around

You say you don't know

You tell me don't lie

You work at a smile

And you go for a ride

You had a bad day

The camera don't lie

You're coming back down

And you really don't mind

You had a bad day

You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday

The point is they laugh at what you say

And I don't need no carryin' on

Sometimes the system goes on the blink

And the whole thing turns out wrong

You might not make it back and you know

That you could be well oh that strong

And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion

When you need it the most

Oh you and I

You kick up the leaves

And the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day

You're taking one down

You sing a sad song

Just to turn it around

You say you don't know

You tell me don't lie

You work at a smile

And you go for a ride

You had a bad day

You've seen what you like

And how does it feel for one more time

You had a bad day

You had a bad day - Bad Day, Daniel Powter

Apt. Very apt, indeed.

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