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August 12, 2003
Singing in The Rain
I felt a faint fluttering in my stomach today. I never thought it would happen. It's the tentative wings of a baby butterfly fresh from its pupae, learning how to fly. I've had the experience of having an army of butterflies flying strongly and profusely in my stomach and though this can hardly compare to the former stampede, it feels refreshing. And it made me smile. I never thought my stomach could nurse any butterflies anymore. It gives me hope, even if it's just a false alarm. Hope that a new life and a new beginning might be possible.
Today's a better day than any I've had for a long while despite the literal telephone marathon I had last night. Maybe it's because I know that I might be going camping again. Maybe it's because of the thunderstorm that washed away the smouldering and intolerable heat which had left me disgruntled and frazzled. Maybe it's the butterflies. Maybe it's music.
I was walking towards the train station today when I saw a bunch of Secondary School boys walking behind me. They were strolling along and singing some boyband song together! I was duly amused and impressed since the prepubescent youths of my past were always awkward in public and could never hold a tune (ha!). So unknowingly, I turned my head towards them, grinned and walked away shyly since I had not intend to grin at them!
Well, they caught my grin and they did what teenage boys were most apt to do. They sang even louder and walked right behind me, joyously marching along and crooning their boyband tune. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. So they laughed along with me and continued singing and trust me, we were a rather ludicrous sight. As we approached the station, a group of Malay boys walked towards us. To my utmost amusement, two of them were singing a most relaxed rendition of Singapura. Of course, I couldn't help but laugh again.
I woke up to a musical world today. The world I thought was the Western world when I was a kid because the only English movies I watched had golden-haired people in them and they would always break into a song and dance number. Well, I had parents who made sure I grew up on a diet of Julie Andrews and Gene Kelly.
Today's world was almost from reel to life.
And I shall end it by watching My Fair Lady on Arts Central.
Thank you, to You-Who-Is-Directing the musical of my life. Thank you for the bizzare but much-appreciated music You give to me.
Posted by lainey at August 12, 2003 08:53 PM