Time In A Bottle

During play-pretend, children mostly choose to be parents, doctors, wantan mee hawkers, etc... anything that adults are. They must think it's a damn good thing being an adult.

When i was young, indeed i had an illusion that coming-of-age brought with it some splendour. I didn't think specifically then what splendour exactly, but i had this notion that life would be different when someone grows up. They shed baby fats, remove braces, get contact lenses (or however else they do it, nobody taught me) and transform into goodlooking people.

Not just physically, other aspects of a grown-up blossom too. Once again, i'm not sure what exactly. Maybe it's something that we can't see. Like, getting your life figured out? Or maybe that's just how people look after dating the same person (GASP!) for 6 running years (and still going)?

So i'd been waiting for my turn to break on through to the other side, wherever the other side might be, but to my utmost horror, there's no other side to break on through to. Everything remains the same. No splendour has come a-knocking (yet?). I still look the same, i still have my bangs, i haven't figured out many things, and i haven't seen anyone for 6 running years besides my mother (which to me is a good thing btw).

But now if i could play pretend again, i'd be the first to take the role of a 3-year-old.

Have A Drink On Me

I didn't think there'd be reason to watch American Idol again, but Bo Bice came along and did an Allman Brothers, and today, Blood Sweat & Tears.

I didn't think i'd find meaning in an Alicia Keys song (not that i dislike her or anything. i mean, she must be really talented to write her own songs and sing them like that and then she's so young, just that i've never really tried to relate to any of her songs), but i think this next line makes so much sense.

"Cos a real man knows a real woman always comes first"

But most of the time they can't help it. Premature ejaculation is one of the most common problems bugging Asian men (and women).

I didn't think there'd be better bah chor mee than the Bugis one, and i was right. Not even 58 (or is it 85? I'm so bad with numbers) comes close. For those of you who aren't in the know, the best fucking BCM in Sunny Singapore is situated along North Bridge Road, right across Bugis Junction's Swensen's. I believe the coffeeshop is called Jeffrey's Gathering Place. See, what makes this BCM undeniably the best in the country is that it's super oily and full of lard! Alright, i exaggerated about the lard part. The real (serious now) reason is that the texture of the noodles is absolutely perfect. Not too soggy, not too hard. Plus there's that springy feel when you sink your teeth into the noodles, soaked in chilli and oil. Ooh. Trust me, fellas. I don't lie about food. The downside though, one bowl is never enough cos the serving's quite small. But what it lacks in quantity it makes up with quality. Everyone i bring there loves it. And now we've formed a club! Alright i'd better stop this BCM rant cos i'm wanting it so bad now.

Junk #49

I don't care what you say, but Coldplay's "Yellow" is about drugs. More specifically, it's about heroine.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

It's high time. The narrator feels the urge.

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

In this verse, the narrator sings an ode to his drug of choice, and what it does to him. In case you didn't know, heroine is not all white. It turns yellowish upon burning.

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

It is the narrator's turn now for a hit. And as it kicks in, he reflects on himself, and "all the things [he's] done". He's probably fucked up and miserable.

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones

The effects of taking too much junk.

Turn into something beautiful

Now he feels good about himself.

D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

But of course.

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

There could be two possible meanings. a) He's tripping and it's all in his head. b) He's thinking about how much difficulty he went through just to score some.

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

He decided to try a different method now. He tried snorting it through his nose. It probably hurt and he thought, "Holy shit! What a thing to do!"

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

The last two lines can be taken literally or metaphorically. For the former, it's part of the routine for injecting smack. You draw out some blood first before shooting up. Another way of looking at it would be the habit exhausting his entire fortunes, not to mention the long-term effects robbing him of his health.

Its true look how they shine for you

This is his euphoria speaking. Everything beautiful is enhanced and amplified now, just like the stars.

Now we know why Chris Martin looks so pale and washed out. And i shared this once with somebody, and this somebody said "Wow, now the song's so much more enjoyable!" Okayyyy, i'm glad i made that happen.