.: LaSKaR PeLaNgi :.
I’ve been listening a lot to Yuna lately. It has driven my sister up the wall that she has threaten to commit suicide if I hum yet another melody from Yuna’s ‘Rocket’ out loud, ever…again.
Ok sis, I’ll shut up. I am no terrorist. I shall not cause you any more sufferings. Though i had to admit that i feel pleasure out of someone else’s pain.
Unlike Yuna, my path to musical greatness was diverted roughly a decade ago. Since we were little, despite the lack of musicianship my sister and I had, our willingness to humiliate ourselves by creating a racket in our neighbourhood via twanging publicly resulting to unbearable look on our audience’s or shall I say victims’ face (usually amongst our family members) compromising with the sound of flat notes trying to survive until the end of our music piece. *phew~*
Despite the applause and pat on the head afterwards, i vowed never to play again. Ever since, any urge to express myself musically had to be exorcised in the privacy of my shower, my car, or even my bedroom. In this case, since we’re sharing the same room, sis; you just gotta live with it. Trust me, you’ll miss me when i’m gone…*wink*
Personally, I have a soft spot for songs brilliantly written and lyrically singing my life. It creates the tranquilizing effect in a way and has helped me go through toughest moments.
Love for instance may have gone wrong and bad things may have happened between two people who once promised each other the moon and the sky. When adoration and affection go off tangent, it can morph into something unhealthy you tend to cringe and imposing emotional and physical distance as punishment.
Still, you can never give up on your other half- that’s the thing about being in a toxic relationship.
I don’t fix relationships. Sometimes, i tend to entangle in one too.
Before you start feeling sorry for yourself, start twirling through the songs on your iPod, youTube or even Radio Muzik, Stesen Muzik anda on RTM for you to just tune in, stop reacting to the external world, and explore the internal one, discover something new. Maybe an epiphany about a relationship, or even discover a new theory on how the universe works. Music soothes and inspires- it has the healing powers, that is.
Ok now, i’m beginning to sound like a shrink…
(Outro)
You’re like a rocket in my mind…
Rocket in my mind…
You’re like a rocket in my mind…
Rocket in my mind…
You’re like a rocket in my mind…
Hmm…mmm…mmm…
(P/S: Sorry dear sis. I know i’m killing you softly…Right here. Right now. Shh~)
.: Puppet on a string :.
An all grown-up girl may already has a film reel of their wedding being played in their head since they dressed up Barbie and Ken and walked them down the aisle, when they were little.
As they aged, they tend to collect and keep every bits and pieces of momentos from someone else’s weddings as benchmark for their own only to realize that all of it were later being trashed by squeaky (clean) mom with an attempt to save the world by destroying the amount of dust-prone villain in their household.
Scared but tempted. You keep on dreaming. Dreaming for the impossible to happen. Dreaming of having it your way. The simple way-that is.
Is wedding all about being extraordinary? extravagant? Is this how you portray having the time of your life– Taking a plunge from a Heli? Parading in jaw-dropping ride? Here comes the bride in poor horsie?And with all those expectations? *sigh*
When you actually thought the days of bowing to the preconceived notion of what society expects of a bride for a wedding are over, it is actually not.
Those arguments along the way, the taxing-reconciliation process, all for the end result of transforming you into a white tulle-embellished, cookie-cutter version of every other bride out there.
There it goes down the drain; your personal style, and taste. Yeah, so much for independent thinking. So much for own creativity with a dash of thriftiness.
Do you understand what that means? Deep down, part of you may feel too scared to start a new life away from everything you might have ever known. You may have not known it then. It wasn’t conscious. But you can see quite clearly now. I think… I don’t blame you. I don’t blame others. I don’t blame anyone. It’s the way life works out, i guess…
Shut up. Succumb to it. And play along.
P/S: Hayatilah lirik: Cinta ini milik kita—Abstrak hingga ke bulan
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