So I spent the last few days out of town. Did some pricey retail therapy and even caught a play at the theatre. Although the seats were a tad bloody neck-aching far, it was brilliant pretending to be cultured and all that for three hours.
I wished I had taken more photos though. The cityscape at night were spectacular and breathtaking. Especially with the lovely weather. I should post some photos up soon so you have an idea of the visual feast my eyes had. But the camera wouldn’t do the views I saw justice. In fact, no newfangled camera technology can. There is only one sort in the world which will capture the views in real-time colour, shades and lighting as I see it.
And that’s my eyes. Taking mental pictures which will never turn yellow with age or be lost in a corrupted hard disk.
Know what I am saying?
Here’s a music video which sums up my thoughts on the short trip and how I secretly want to dance like a slick all sexed up hip hop god.
That’s right. You know the name. Now here’s the legend who made your loins weep with joy. Looks fab, innit.
Sexiest bread alive
This sounds as though it was played straight from a CD itself. (It is, by the way.) This Susan Boyle may not give me goosebumps as she did with her stunning rendition of I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miserable. But this is something I have on replay at the moment. It helps that it’s a classic which I have always liked*. And while it has been recorded by many artistes Ella Fitzgerald, Julie London, Diana Krall and many more, I dare say Boyle ranks just as nice among them.
An old recording the hot favourite for Britain’s Got Talent made in 1999 for a local newspaper’s charity CD in her Scottish hometown. Guys, here’s Boyle’s take on Cry Me A River.
*On hindsight, it probably wasn’t wise to listen too much of this song. Not when I am nursing a heartbreak still. Brings back unnecesary grief which I am struggling to hold back. Mates have told me I’ve lost plenty of weight since five months ago by the way. I’ve silently attributed the weight loss to you.
Tonight, I am thinking of you even though you are blissfully unaware of it. I miss you.
Was listless the whole day. Had work to do but did not feel compelled to get started at all. Then I got on the Susan Boyle bandwagon and it was goosebumps all over. Such a beautiful voice. Simply electrifying. And the 47 years old, who is unemployed, lives with her cat Pebbles and had never been kissed, is now an unlikely global Interweb star. According to the Guardian,
“In a sign of the speed with which Boyle has become a global sensation, viewings of her video clip on YouTube leapt from 1.5m to more than 5m in under 24 hours. So far, assorted clips of Boyle’s performance have been watched more than 11m times on YouTube.”
The viewing numbers are rising as I type. Go on, get floored by her in the video below.
In the week where Jesus died and came back to life, I managed to crash the side of my dad’s car badly, lived through the guilt [sheepishly], celebrated his birthday* [awkwardly] and paid up for the car repairs with my savings from the last three months [painfully]. I was planning to use the money to go on a holiday which I badly needed since the start of the year so I will be having a staycation instead.
I sound totally stoked, I know and I’m also seriously considering the possibility of staying away from the Interweb during the staycation so I can concentrate on playing this game.
Being a pseudo rock ‘n’ roll hero surrounded by the adoring homely comforts such as the glossy Playstation 3, stacks of DVDs and the cushy bed. Can’t complain really. Not after you watch this video below.
*Never knew my dad had that many wild army stories stored away. Will definitely have to note it down in the next post.
Create this jaw-dropping masterpiece out of sheep, shepherd dogs and LED lights. Nothing short of brilliant really, my lips were in a “WOW” shape the whole time I was watching the video.
Submitted my 3,200 words today by the way. All right, deadline was yesterday but I prefer to ignore that bit so go along with me. Anyway I was talking to my mate yesterday about something that has been bothering me for a while and as you can imagine, it was turning into a huge inner Gollum-like conflict. Yeh, you do not want to mess with Stinker (for obvious reasons).
Imaginarator says: so I can’t ask about anything huh
Q says: u can ask if u feel like it but why ask
Imaginarator says: yehhhh it wld make me seem so hard up
Q says: and the answer u get is either the cruel truth or a lie
Imaginarator says: …
Well, either way I wouldn’t be happy. So I should really ignore what you are doing, intentionally or not, to me. All right, back to the sheep video then. Baaa-ry nice.
I have never heard of the guy until today, which is a pleasant surprise. According to my mate, Yimura’s music can bring her somewhere. I have no idea where, but I would assume it’s somewhere magical, given her wistful fonts on the chat screen.
Q says: It’s so emotional. Just unique on its own. You close your eyes … feels so peaceful … yet a little sad
Imaginarator says: But my mouth is wide open…
Q says: (still describing her feelings) … a little hopeful … (then she realised I was speaking non-Yimura)
Q says: Hahaha why ??
Imaginarator: Coz I am smiling!!
Anyway, the instrumental song is indeed perfect for a nice soothing night in with a good book or even better, Interweb conquering.