look at the stars! No, there are no stars in the east

It's been some time since I met someone who has made me feel light hearted, whom I make phone calls to just to hear her voice on the phone, whom I want to hold hands with and be overwhelmed by that sweet sickly feeling of affection, like rubbing glue down the spine and the twitch of the heart you feel when you look at really cute rabbits running around with small little puppies. It's been years and years.

I think you make sense in a world that isn't completely insane, or not insane enough. In a world that is consumed with normality. This urgency to fit in, this tendency to conform to the confinement of the soul. It isn't a joyless world. It's filled with happy lovely things if we took the time to stop and admire it. But few of us really do. And I'm glad I took the time to realize that you are one of those who won't be content with normality as well. That doesn't think the world sucks even though shit is thrown at us all the time. That no matter the hurt and railroads of misery that track themselves across the world, the simplicity of joy, friendship and love is the universal truth. Not the Bible, not Mohamed moving the mountains, not turning water to wine. But our stripped selves.

You are a wonderfully generous person. And you don't even realize it. You don't realize your simple joy. And that is what makes you special.

I'm still getting to know you day by day, word by word, minute by minute. And I'm loving every bit of what I see. :)

I'm in a surrounding of people who assume what I am. Who think that I am a particular something. But you took the time to look past it. And I hope I have done the same to you. :) But I think it's easier for you. You're more likable by nature. Me? I'm that green grotch in the garbage can on Seasame Street. He gets less airtime than the Elmos.

I don't have to be somebody else when I'm with you.

"I don't need somebody to be somebody, I don't want nobody but you". I wrote that line for you. That song actually.

I could say anything or be anything with you and I needn't fear. What if cars were made from leaves, and our heads were giant mushrooms and our spines were made of rabbits with legs like spiders! And what if we took a hot air balloon made out of cotton candy up to the skies made from irish cream?

I could strangle myself with my own tie and look at the stars all night, stars that I don't really bother to see sometimes :P

And only you, the girl I'm referring to here, the girl in my heart right now, would understand anything of what I just said ;)

"I see you lying next to me.
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake, and unafraid
Asleep, or dead"

love ya darling!

Lerps

The Music Of The Night

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, that speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find, the phantom of the opera is there inside my mind"

I've always been a huge fan of musicals; from RENT to Les Miserables. The theater movie (The adaptation of the musical) of the Phantom of the Opera was an IMMENSE disappointment, with bad directing and a sissy of a Phantom that sounded like he was about to break into an emo ballad and start crying buckets of tears because the girl in school wouldn't look at him in the canteen. But the staged musical is finally coming to town again and I wouldn't miss it for the world! Already have my tickets. Yay!

The irony of it all is that I loved musicals more than I loved hard rock. There's something sensual and sensational about the grandeur of a full-on musical production. Do yourself a favour and purchase the COMPLETE SYMPHONIC RECORDING of LES MISERABLES. I love the romanticism of it all. Men fighting for freedom, a love triangle doomed for demise, revolution on the streets, etc. Les Miserables, the novel by Victor Hugo, is perhaps my favourite book of all time. Not recommended for casual readers because it is immensely long-winded and detailed. I wonder how authors of the past could have the patience to PEN down everything with ink.

Anyway, for new years eve, I was 'stuck' at Downtown East performing a countdown show. We were amongst the only english performers of the whole night, and watched by a crowd of mostly cheena piang Project Supersissy fans and chinese pop idols. I've nothing against chinese music, mind you, but have you ever noticed how Mandarin male singers/idols have that same clean teeth/glittering happy eyes/boy next door smile/generic gelled spiky hair style on them that makes you feel like smearing their lips with solidified fart? Highly fucked up.

Headde to East Coast Park afterwards while my friends and I wandered around aimlessly and ended up in Parkway eating tidbits and chocolate.

So it's another year of fun and work ahead, which I actually look forward to. We're starting on the recording of the second album and the songs are being worked out.

I've had friends telling me their sisters / brothers / friend's friends think highly of me as an 'idol' and that I'm 'hot'. People who know me know how permanently warped I feel about this. It's very strange. For one thing, I know for a FACT I am not hot, and I also know that my general public behaviour isn't something to look up to HAHA! Still it is flattering. Makes me feel like giggling like a school girl into my pillow at night hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeee cough.

I've always wanted to sing as the Phantom of the Opera one day. Erik. Go read the book. It's great.