It's actually a Stevie Wonder song covered by RnB soulster John Legend for the film Hitch. When I heard it during the film, I fell in love with it at once. Seriously, there's something very refreshing about it, which works like an anodyne to soothe my frayed nerves... and I'm all nerves these past few days (tell you all about it some other time..).
Heck. I don't know what I'm doin at home right now. It's a saturday night -- a time synonymous with partying, chilling out with your padres and homies or simply another lame reason to be out with your partner-in-crime (aka. steady). Yet, here I am typing viciously away on my keyboard -- each clakety-clak a manifestation of my restless energy -- instead of being out there, outside, with all the other young 'uns.
Frankly speaking though, I'm not so young though I may look young and have been accused of looking like a sec 4 kid (no kidding lah!). Basically, a testament to my aging condition is the state of my rapidly expanding waistline and... yes... BUTT. Why do I say this? Because I tried on my black G2000 pants (which I bought less than a couple of years back) this morning and I could hardly squeeze into them!!! (btw, the pants were a size 27) I used to joke that one way to tell a guy's age is by the size of his butt; if it's bigger than his girlfriend's, he's in his mid-twenties (or older) OR he's just a plain lazee-ass. Muahahaha. Ok.. i don't get it either...
Anyway, my twelve-year-old niece is totally (and disgustingly) in lurve with Taufik Batisah and a verification of this fact was when I overheard her saying a little too bitterly "WHy would he even like Leandra?? She's not even pretty!!" If that is not a symptom of jealousy, then I dont know what is. Haha. She was watching the anti-drug abuse show, High On Life, just now on TCS5; I gotta admit, Beverly, Leandra and Jesse made a great-looking trio ala Destiny's Child, especially when they're stomping around onstage in their little heels, singing Survivor. Actually, lip-synching is a more accurate term to use. I think Olinda pulled off Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone quite well, even sporting a mean-looking (paint-on?) tattoo on her neck. However, Fiona Xie trying to do an Ashlee Simpson was a tad too much. By the time Fann Wong came on, miming to one of her vacuous pop ditties, I was almost ready to throw up.
In my honest opinion, High On Life was a load of crap; it's anti-drug message was clearly misdirected because I don't think anyone in the audience (at the studio watching live or at home with their mommies and daddies) gave a damn about drugs and would likely NOT be involved in those filthy things anyway. Instead, I think a performance at youth park (for instance) would have been a more efficient way to spread the message because it's those youths outside, socialising in their little cliques and what-nots, who are most likely to buckle under peer pressure and succumb to vices.
Whatever. This is such a boring weekend...
