Saturday, August 9, 2008

The Truth About Drinking.

Do people drink because of how they feel after they drink,

Or do they like the taste of alcohol?

A bunch of social drinkers going out to get a drink is quite a funny thing. I drink to patronise you. You drink to fit in because you think I drink. She drinks because she thinks you might think she's being snotty to not. And then we all get dead drunk and hung over and when our parents ask us why we torture ourselves, we sigh, resigned, saying that "bo bian. my friends all drinkers."

Its analogous to a table of 10 people who love the person on their right more than themselves or the person on their left. There is a roast chicken on the table with only one chicken backside (given that it is a normal chicken with only one ass). Of the 10, 9 absolutely love parsons' noses, and 1 has no feelings for it.

To prove that they love the one on their right, they pass on the butt to their right, thinking that offering their favourite part of the chicken is a sign of affection. When it gets to the last person, he dumps it. He doesn't pass it on because he hates it, and offering something you detest to someone you love does not attest your affections.

And the 9 watch on in muted horror.

In hindsight.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

I Can Be Lugubrious With You.

We can be chillin' like ice-cream fillin',
We can be cool in the gang if you'd rather hang.
Ain't no thang,
I can be lugubrious with you.

You know how most of the time you share a love-hate relationship with the people you love the most? Its entirely different with Mraz. I am always certain of my admiration.

Tday at around 8.24pm I received the most awesome 4-minute call from Daniel Tong. He didn't say a word, and I have to admit it took me a few moments before I realised where he was coming from.

As I hollered my third "hallo" I heard a familiar voice in the background, and then another. Moments later I realise tht the beautiful sounds I heard were Mraz and Toca doing a version of I'm Yours. And the not-so-beautiful sounds I heard were the crowds cheering and hooting. Nobody wants to hear you scream, in case you were wondering.

So even though my hallos fell on deaf ears, I listened on the phone for 4 minutes, smiling and chuckling in the bus like a lunatic.

Thanks Tong, you're awesome.