Where I come from, rainy days call for José González:
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When I look at people around my age, sometimes unexplainably I feel so old.
Not in the sense that I feel more superior, more mature, more knowledgable, more experienced, more deserving of respect. Hardly. You should meet the people I’ve met who are young and all those of the above.
What I mean is old, as in past my prime, out of place among my generation, youth lost before my time.
So when that happens I usually go to my sister, because she manages to stave off about 15 years off my real age, and when you feel old at 22, making you feel like you’re 7 years old again is really saying something. I become a complete nincompoop around her.
Hm.
Maybe it’s because I still use words like nin-com-poop.
What do the kids call it these days anyway?
Oh by the way, I thought you guys should know that the older generation think we’re completely oblivious to classics of the past. The other day I was bopping to Elvis’ track playing in a kain shop, mouthing the words (I think it was Jailhouse Rock) and the tauke was like “Ah Moi! Lu tau lagu ni ka? Uncle ingat orang muda mana suka lagu lama..” to which I replied “Eh uncle, saya ada ramai kawan yang suka lagu lama tau! Evergreen la uncle!”
My doctor said about the same thing in the surgery room when he put on Il Divo. He was singing to it as he brandished his scapel, so I sang along with him to keep from feeling nervous. (The numbing anesthesia was already kicking in, but you never know)
He paused, looked down at me and said:”You know this song? I didn’t think someone your age would like Il Divo.”
I wish these men could meet you guys.
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Just a note, folks. I haven’t been logging into Facebook for a long time now, which is why I haven’t been responding to the messages. Could you guys resend it to my e-mail add instead? Either yahoo or gmail is fine with me, I check both on a daily basis.
I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, but I’ll rejoin the Facebook world soon as I can.
(I think Facebook takes up more time than blogging, which I don’t have much of these days. Reason? I keep on getting myself into mishaps, so I need a lot of time to get myself out of them.)
Ps. Yusuf Estes was ace.
Pps. Rojak’s dates out make me inwardly skip. And sometimes outwardly too. Every time. Which looks just plain awkward, but what the heck. Rojak is a happy drug.
Ppps. Bowling was fun today. It was great seeing Naj, Daad, Murns and Fara after so long, and I didn’t mind being upstaged by Hakim, who’s more than half my age. Tercabar, tapi apa nak buat. He totally ruled the alleys!
I’m loving these holidays. Now then, I’m off for some Doctor Who.
Enough said here.
