Do you believe in music the way you believe in fairytales?

I certainly do.

So, uh, watching August Rush at 12 am is, in one word, magical.

It’s fantastic isn’t it, the way certain things, like music, like love, slits right through the fabrics of this pain-in-the-ass reality, cutting right into the very depths of your soul. Places you never thought existed, places waiting to be comforted.

Things like music, they can move souls. An oasis of hope and all sorts of wonderful things in this crazy, maddening, fucked-up dream we find ourselves trapped in. An outlet for our deepest desires and wishes. It’s like he said, music is everywhere, it’s all around us. All we have to do is listen.

Amidst the white noise littering around, we need to find the peace and the resolution to discover the beautiful. Otherwise we’d just drown in desperation and hopelessness.

So, we should all try being tourists in our own country.

It’s a remarkable experience. Walking around familiar places, going home to somewhere new. Going home to the only place in Singapore where they still have this manual, man-pull kind of lifts. Amazing is not enough to describe any of these.

I certainly am planning more escapades like this, I’m God Damn sure of it. And beyond this, one day I’ll make my plans overseas too. Just go into the wild, into life, into a discovery of yourself. Far from the urban hustle and rustle.

I’m definitely a social animal who enjoys human company and contact.

But apart from that, there’s this part of me, a part that I uphold as sacred and divine, that no one can enter into. Not if they knew me forever. Not if they were family. Not if I’d do anything for them. Blah blah. Only if… Now that’s up to me to decide.

So today is the first day of my newfound freedom, woo-hoo!

~ by God is a Girl on March 2, 2008.