The tragic romance of it all
I went home today as soon as I got off work. I skipped gym. I wanted to curl up in my bed, put on some music and read my book. I've been listening to Radiohead and Nirvana, switching between the two for the last two days. I listened to Radiohead when I needed some good vocals and switched to Nirvana when I needed some good guitar riffs.
I reached home and to my pleasant surprise, I discovered the CDs that I ordered from djgangos have arrived. (that kind soul who told me about the website still hasn't tell me who he/she is. I am still waiting.)
So I ran to my room, took the whole bottle of Florida's Natural juice from the fridge and put Pulp's His and Hers on my player. Jarvis Cocker's voice began to fill the room. How I miss this CD. Each song tells a story of a tragic love. Seriously tragic. Let me show you.
From "Lipgloss"
"And you feel such a fool,
for laughing at bad jokes,
and putting up with all of his friends,
and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess,
and your eyes are just holes in your face."
From "Have you seen her lately?"
"First you let him in your bed.
Now he's moved inside your head.
And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming.
I saw a friend of yours today,
she called me over just to say,
"I dunno if you've seen her lately but God she's looking rough".
Strangely I like the LP because the songs are real. How else can Love be, in this imperfect world between two imperfect people. Of course, we are going to make a mess of it.
Pastor Chris last Sunday spoke of a married couple who were shocked to discover that Satan really was their real enemy and not each other. After all those years of being at each other's throats, it was a shock to them to realise that. Pastor Chris said the couple broke down and cried. I burst out laughing in the overflow room. I laughed at the absurdity of it all, at the tragedy of it all, at how people reached such pitiful epiphany after nearly destroying themselves and each other trying to love. I am sure some of us have been through that and I am sure I will go through another one of those relationships where I'd love to destroy and destroy to love. The guy sitting beside me was little frightened when he heard me laugh. I scared him. He inched towards the edge of his seat, trying to stay away from me. I watched him from the corner of my eyes. I smiled a little apologetically and looked down.
Then I saw his feet. I saw his toe-nails - they were dark and I think they were turning mouldy. Serious! The fungus had eaten half his big toe nails. Serious! I was torn. Should I tell him that he has nice nails just to be loving because he is not my enemy, Satan is, or give him the phone number of my pedicurist?
I decided to just run and not do what Pastor Chris had asked us to do - stay back and talk.
So I ran and after dashing down two flights of stairs, I put on my headphones and let Thom Yoke sing to me: "I am a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."
Sorry I have scared you, whoever you are. But your toe nails quite chia lat lei.
I reached home and to my pleasant surprise, I discovered the CDs that I ordered from djgangos have arrived. (that kind soul who told me about the website still hasn't tell me who he/she is. I am still waiting.)
So I ran to my room, took the whole bottle of Florida's Natural juice from the fridge and put Pulp's His and Hers on my player. Jarvis Cocker's voice began to fill the room. How I miss this CD. Each song tells a story of a tragic love. Seriously tragic. Let me show you.
From "Lipgloss"
"And you feel such a fool,
for laughing at bad jokes,
and putting up with all of his friends,
and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess,
and your eyes are just holes in your face."
From "Have you seen her lately?"
"First you let him in your bed.
Now he's moved inside your head.
And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming.
I saw a friend of yours today,
she called me over just to say,
"I dunno if you've seen her lately but God she's looking rough".
Strangely I like the LP because the songs are real. How else can Love be, in this imperfect world between two imperfect people. Of course, we are going to make a mess of it.
Pastor Chris last Sunday spoke of a married couple who were shocked to discover that Satan really was their real enemy and not each other. After all those years of being at each other's throats, it was a shock to them to realise that. Pastor Chris said the couple broke down and cried. I burst out laughing in the overflow room. I laughed at the absurdity of it all, at the tragedy of it all, at how people reached such pitiful epiphany after nearly destroying themselves and each other trying to love. I am sure some of us have been through that and I am sure I will go through another one of those relationships where I'd love to destroy and destroy to love. The guy sitting beside me was little frightened when he heard me laugh. I scared him. He inched towards the edge of his seat, trying to stay away from me. I watched him from the corner of my eyes. I smiled a little apologetically and looked down.
Then I saw his feet. I saw his toe-nails - they were dark and I think they were turning mouldy. Serious! The fungus had eaten half his big toe nails. Serious! I was torn. Should I tell him that he has nice nails just to be loving because he is not my enemy, Satan is, or give him the phone number of my pedicurist?
I decided to just run and not do what Pastor Chris had asked us to do - stay back and talk.
So I ran and after dashing down two flights of stairs, I put on my headphones and let Thom Yoke sing to me: "I am a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."
Sorry I have scared you, whoever you are. But your toe nails quite chia lat lei.
posted by eternal bough at 9:00 PM
4 Comments:
So basically The Marxx is saying mr anonymous was not sincere. This is not one of the best blogs he/she's seen.
If he blogs, this would be his entry that day:
"My toes are killing me. The fungi are eating my toe nails and giving me a terrible itch. I know I can’t go on like this, in this stygian abyss of misery with itchy toes. So this morning, I decided to wear my open-toed scandals to church service, sit beside a sister so that she’d notice my poor toe nails and offer me some help, that is, to give me her trusted pedicurist’s phone number. That would save my life. So I did. I sat beside a sister. When she rocked herself forward laughing during the service, I leaned myself to the side of the chair and stretched out my legs so that she would have a full view of my poor toes. She saw my toes. Yes! It worked. But, after the service, she ran off. Walau, never give me the phone number.
I am back home now with my itchy toes writing this entry. I can’t write anymore. My toes are really itchy. Got to go scratch them."
darn! why can't i have this much fun during service!
Have u been so trumatised to the point where u stop blogging? Does blogging remind u of those toes???
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