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You’ll be the death of me

I first heard this song on the TV telecast of Victoria’s Secrets Fashion Show 2012 and now, ‘I’m addicted and I don’t know why’. I have never been a huge fan of Bruno Mars — I’ve only liked his ‘Just the way you are’ and ‘Marry You’ and ‘Grenade’ songs because she first introduced them to me — so I’m surprised by how particularly mesmerised I am by this latest song’s chorus and the composition of the melody, even though I don’t think the lyrics make any sense. Actually, none of them ever do.

All you young wild girls

You make a mess of me

Yeah, you young wild girls

You’ll be the death of me, the death of me

All you young wild girls

No matter what you do

Yeah, you young wild girls

I’ll always come back to you, come back to you…

The slow ballad is so enchanting that I keep replaying the YouTube video. And seeing incredibly hot models strutting around in skimpy lingerie is the delightful cherry on the icing. Now I can’t stop daydreaming about these beautiful women whose bodies are so out-of-this-world — so svelte and lithe — that I wish I was a hard 10/10 on the scale of good looks. If only!

Also, I still can’t believe it’s 2013. I’m still having difficulty writing/typing 2013 on my word documents. And I have no New Year resolutions to speak of. Maybe to get myself a hot supermodel? Hehe!

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Ride off into the sunset with me

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You, me, riding off into the sunset together. How about it?

I’m going to love you so much that no one is ever going to be good enough for you. And I mean every word. And I’ve never been more serious my whole life.

Are you ready to ride off into the sunset with me?

I heard this song on TV and it was beautiful. It was from one of my favourite bands and the haunting melody for some reason made me think of you immediately.

You know how you can’t help it when sometimes you look at me and you realise that I am the best things that have ever happened in your life.

Because for you, I am perfect. HA!

P/S: By the way, according to my tarot card reading, November is an excellent time for business ventures, financial affairs and all things related to the material world. I should implement any changes I have been considering in my business affairs. I will also receive recognition for my past effort in the form of financial rewards, respect and possibly, promotion. Woooooo… hehe!

It will also be a good time to straighten out financial dealings I may have with friends or relatives as well, as this month is not a good time to go into debt.

Most importantly, November is a good time for love. Strong feelings and passionate exchanges on the emotional and physical levels make this an exciting month. Can’t wait! 🙂

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Best I ever had

Nine days ago, we were scrolling through each other’s playlists on our phones and trying to decipher the type of hidden personality each of us try so hard to subdue in public. We had more than 1,200 songs each, so there were plenty to decode as we looked intently at each other’s phones.

After a while, the verdict was out. I was told that I am a secret pop-song lover who’s also a techno lian who secretly enjoys 90s ballads. I said she is an old fogey who is trapped in the new millennium and who should get out of the 60s–90s era. ‘Come to the future. It’s more fun here.’

I couldn’t stop ‘tsk-ing’ and shaking my head in disappointment at her, while she kept hitting my arm in (embarrassed?) delirium.

But we couldn’t stop laughing. Turns out, we have quite a few of the same songs on our playlists. It’s kinda embarrassing and gratifying at the same time, because there are just some songs that should remain hidden from public viewing. Hahaha!

Later, we shared a cab home and the radio was playing some tunes. We were chatting and I wasn’t paying attention to the music when she pointed out abruptly that: ‘This is your kind of song.’

So we paused to listen. ‘Why is this song my kind?!’

‘It just is! Listen to it carefully!’

So we listened and there were acoustics and some melancholy, pensive singing. ‘How is this my song?! Why?!’

‘You don’t like meh? Got acoustics and sounds a bit emo… This is definitely your kind of song. You look like the kind who likes this type of song.’

So we listened carefully again and I finally said: ‘Ok, you may be right. I do like this type of song. Who sang this? But why?! I still don’t understand why must this be my song!

‘I’ll ask Siri. [Held the phone up.] Siri, why is this my kind of song?’

Hahaha! And we couldn’t stop laughing until she nearly choked. Yes, I can’t help being so humorous. It’s a natural talent. 😀

So I went home to YouTube the video and you know what, I do love the song. Guess my friend, whom I have known only for a short while, was right in this. Ha!

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Are you loving the pain?

I love putting my iPhone playlist on shuffle mode at times and letting technology play great tunes I may not have listened to yet (even though they have been in there for ages!). And shuffle mode was how I came across this gem on Thursday (27 September 2012) evening. It’s delightful, catchy and pop-ish soothing with simple lyrics and the right amount of ’emo’. The best part is I don’t even remember how it was in my phone in the first place.

So you must really listen to this single ‘New Age’ by British singer Marlon Roudette. I kept playing it on loop that night as I walked home. And I am playing it on loop on YouTube now. Find out why.

Are you loving the pain, loving the pain?
And with every day, every day I try to move on.
Whatever it was, whatever it was, there’s nothing now.
You changed. New Age.

I’m walking away from everything I… had.

P/S: Ooh! I just remember that I was feeling sad that evening and I couldn’t talk to anyone about it, so this song was there to cheer me up at the right time. I felt slightly better after that. And I forced myself to get a grip of myself and my emotions, because staying strong and being optimistic are things I have to constantly tell myself to be good at.

Then I realised the solution was easy; all I had to do was walk away from it all. I shouldn’t have to waste my precious time thinking about her and losing myself in the process.

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Happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you, my love.

有些事情…… 是我每天都挂念的,但每一年… 只能说一次:生日快乐。

A long long time ago, we were chatting and you told me about a romantic Chinese movie that you loved a few years back. You said you watched it with your sister and you cried during the film because you thought it was very touching, while your sister thought the film was lame.

I was intrigued, because you loved the storyline and you told me a quote from the movie that made you emotional. I told myself that I would google about it and remember it forever, so one day I can maybe do the things the lead characters did in the movie for you IRL.

I scrolled through many videos and finally found a brief YouTube introduction of the Cantonese/Mandarin film:

Happy Birthday is about two soulmates who spend a decade doing everything but getting together as a couple. They seemed destined to be the perfect lovers, but the girl can’t commit to a relationship. Yet, they clearly love and adore each other, so they continue in this on-off quasi-relationship for many years. And no matter how far apart they may be, one would still call or text the other person on their special day and sing “Happy Birthday” every year.

I’m sure you know the storyline by heart… So really, here’s my message to you as this blog post goes online on 22 August at midnight sharp. It’s a song that amazingly has all the right words that I want to tell you, but can’t. Even the part where they spilled food on themselves and tried cleaning each other reminded me of us. Ha! Maybe this is why you like Chinese songs so much. *chios*

Happy birthday, my love. Hope you have a splendid celebration and Oh! The Places You’ll Go! because today is your day.

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When Molly met Shane

Two years ago on Nov 21, we were at home lazing in on my big comfy bed. It was a Sunday. We had spent the entire day feasting, playing and laughing. We were snuggling in each other’s arms when you suggested watching The L Word because you had stopped halfway in the middle of Season Five before coming over to my place. (Also, you had a massive crush on Shane. Then again, which girl isn’t?)

So we downloaded this Chinese media player on my computer and you pressed “play” on episode 10. Shane and her friends were cycling for a charity competition and this girl Molly, whom she had a bad breakup with, flew a long distance to see her. And to explain things and naturally, to declare her love.

After we watched the scene, I had tears in my eyes and you said to me: “This is how straight girls really feel inside when they are with a girl. You will never understand.”

I held you tighter and I remember your words ever since.

On July 30 last year, you tweeted the same video and you said: “Just like all the other stupid girls…”

I favourited it. This year, this scene popped up in my head again. Maybe because we have been talking a lot about scenarios with your favourite andro pop band recently. As I recalled our conversations and rewatched the scene with Molly and Shane, I came across something I wrote in early 2010:

I am just a girl waiting for someone to love me madly.

Like what Molly said to Shane:

“I don’t know if I am gay, I don’t know if I am straight but I do know that I want to be with you… I am here and I am crazy about you.”

And they kissed and made up. Anyway, just watch the YouTube clip again. It’s really sweet and touching.

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I will always love you

I’m sure all of you know by now that Whitney Houston has passed on. And there have been many theories to her cause of death or road to demise. Her drug-fuelled lifestyle and the negative influence of her ex-husband Bobby Brown has been well-documented over the years but in the past week there is a new theory (or rather I only heard about it today).

Now I only knew about this because I read on Twitter that the hit song “I will always love you” was actually dedicated to someone very close to Houston and it was not her husband.

The song, and in fact almost all of her albums, was dedicated to her best friend and former long-time assistant Robyn Crawford. They met when they were 16 and they soon become inseparable. They were the Oprah Winfrey and Gayle King of the 80s and rumours were rampant that the close relationship was more than platonic.

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Among the theories put forth was that Houston had to break up with Crawford and marry Brown to quash the lesbian rumours and it was the heartbreak from leaving her “one true love” that made her into an addict, not Brown’s influence.

So I went to research further and found this by user wowihateyou on the comments page off Gawker:

The night of the Grammys, 1988, I sat next [to] a magnificent woman, a little older than me, at the nail parlour on 54th Street between Lex and Park… I had no idea who she was. I was just admiring her clothes when the owner asked: “Whitney, are you going to the Grammys tonight?”

She left moments before I did and was greeted at the door by a small bookish looking lesbian with big black glasses holding paperwork. They went down the stairs before me. When I reached the landing, they were kissing passionately. No Bobby Brown could ever erase what I saw, which was true passion.

Gay rights campaigner Peter Tatchell wrote in Daily Mail that when he first met Whitney and Robyn in 1991, “it was obvious they were madly in love”.

Their intimacy and affection was so sweet and romantic.

They held hands in the back of the car like teenage sweethearts. Clearly more than just friends, they were a gorgeous couple and so happy together. To see their love was infectious and uplifting.

Whitney was the happiest and at the peak of her career when she was with Robyn.

He summarised that Robyn was Whitney’s greatest love of all and giving her up led to her downfall. And I guess it kinda makes sense when you watch this video again. MAJOR GOOSEBUMPS.

If you have found someone who truly makes you happy and who cares about you deeply and always wants the best for you, I hope you would treasure the person and that both of you can grow old together, no matter what anyone or the society says. Love is love.

[Via Gawker, The Daily Beast and The Daily Mail UK]