Currently Playing: Jack’s Mannequin-Dark Blue.
This song is playing for the 7th time in a row now. Or maybe more. I don’t know, who’s keeping count anyway? How could I have not heard this one before? And I thought The Mixed Tape was their best.
Ok. 8th time now.
I seriously don’t get the music taste of the majority out there. The mainstream radio-listening majority, that is. Granted, I’m not the mainstream music sort of person anyway, but I love a good jolt of the predictable. Join the outside world and all that. Out of habit, I usually tune in to the radio in the morning to jumpstart the day (coupled with coffee) but Malaysia’s No. 1 hits radio station (imply away) just isn’t as hot as it used to be. Does this have something to do with my age? As far as I’m concerned, in no way am I on the wrong side of 20, having only just hit that turning point. So the notion of being disconnected and not understanding the ‘rowdy kids these days’ can’t apply. Just yet.
The thing is, I cannot stand all the songs topping the charts nowadays. Not one song. And this, coming from an eclectic! I have my limits–I only accept what counts as genuine music. Heck, if pop is what it used to be, I can even take that in. What I hear now though is just a lot of grunting and squawking, spews of meaningless lyrics that teens shouldn’t even be listening to. This is music? There’s a study that shows that pre-marital sex are all the rage right now precisely because of these type of songs. I mentioned this in a previous entry so that’s done with. I mean, what the heck? And these songs actually make it through the airwaves? And get over airplay?
Alright. So you may say: to each his/her own. I accept that. But…seriously? This is what’s hip nowadays? Are you for real?
Hmm. Maybe it is the age.
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Oh hey. It’s Safwan’s birthday today. I doubt he’s reading this, but Happy Birthday Safwan! Allah bless you, ya akhi. =)
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I miss night storms. You know. The kind that have thunders booming and lightning streaking across the sky. The kind that leaves you awake at 3am. The kind that makes you draw open the curtains to stare at rain pounding against the window panes. The kind that makes you watch your walls illuminated for brief seconds in the blue dark.
City lights and rain. Doesn’t that sound familiar? 
If anything, I love a good night storm. The louder, the better.
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Take this as a prelude to whatever comes next:
Remember this? Its still one of my favourites by Natalie Shau (talk about copyright phobias), for reasons different than what you may think. I’m not all Macabre and Horror…and even if I was to some extent, we all are anyway.
Jack’s Mannequin aside, I think it’s time for Azure Ray to come on now.
Right. I really should move my behind in getting started on work. 6 days gone and nothing to show for it. Dang.
Tomorrow. Insya Allah.
First things first though.
Enough said here.
